My eyes were blinded. My ears were covered. I could not hear or see. I could try screaming, but a gag was placed in my mouth. I see nothing. I hear nothing. I feel horrible.
Fear is a regular visitor. It visits me every day, every hour, every minute, every second, and every breath. Every now and then, I could feel something touching me, but I can't tell much from it.
My body has gone numb. It feels as if I'm frozen. I'm nothing but a statue. I feel nothing, could touch nothing, move nowhere, and utter nothing, not even a single word.
A dream. A reality. A thought. An idea. Maybe I should get out. Get out of these binds, and escape from everybody. Nothing but peace. I won't have to be scared anymore.
But, I could not move. I cannot escape. It's nothing but a dream. If I were to escape, bad things will happen. I shall stay here with nothing, but the desire of freedom.
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A Wasteful Wish: Collection of Short Stories
RandomJust a thought. An idea not well planned. It's choppy and confusing on purpose. This requires a lot of imagination and skill at reading in between the lines. ___________________ 7/29/1028 Decided to make this as a collection for short stories. Just...
