Short Stories

Wake up: 500 words

Hey guys Tyler here. This is a short story I was assigned to do for school and I just wanted to show you guys. ; )

I looked over the clear glass globe, observing what was happening in there. The last of my memories, the last glimpse I ever had of my family trapped inside it. I urged to break it open - to break the poisonous gas of the curse that surrounded me everywhere, cornering me - but I had no choice other then to stare at it helplessy.

In it stood the painful yet useless memories before I was stuck in this prison: Where evilness lurks everywhere. Where crimes party. Where the devil sleeps.

I remember the horrified, yet fearful, feelings running through my veins when I saw my family look at me with petrified faces like I was some sort of dangerous machine. A threat. From one moment, where I was happily playing with my brother, to now where I was abandoned by the riverbanks and my very voice scared my family. Or at least the people I considered my family.

It was a sunny, mostly pleasuring, day until the dark mist that had once been hiding in the trees revealed itself and captured me. But this was not a coincidence, that it could have hit anyone but it hit me first, it was a conspiracy.

I still remember seeing her demonic eyes, an evil hint of a purple glow swirling round her pupils. But I was young and foolish, I didn't scream, shout, nor call for help, or at least tell someone. I smiled. To this day I curse my foolishness and wished if I had just been that bit more older, that bit more aware of my surroundings then it wouldn't have come to this.

I just stood aside and, without speaking a word, allowed her to spin my world around just with the click of her fingers. Or at least that's what it seems like now. I was an easy target, that was my weakness, but I realised now that I was also special. She needed me. But I can never find out why because of her curses.

I was cursed to do whatever she ordered me without question and no matter how much I fought to stop she had full control.

That day which was once one of the most amazing days of my life turned, in no less then five seconds, into the one day that is most dreaded and feared by even god.

I stared into those purple eyes with the same smile stuck firmly on my face.

"Wake up." I heard a familiar voice speak. I opened my eyes, the last glimpses of my dream now broken apart by the seperation of my eyelids, and saw the same demonic eyes stare straight into mine. I despised those eyes but, due to this curse, I was prevented from laying any sort of attack to defend myself. I wasn't even allowed to try and escape.

She just looked down at my useless body and I couldn't say anything to her.

At that moment all I could do was wake up.

-Tyler