Prisoner



I banged on the door. 

I screamed.

I cried.

I begged.

Someone. 

Anyone.

Please let me out.

Nobody heard me. 

Nobody came to help me.

Then again, it wasn't anyone's fault.

After all, my coffin was buried six feet under the ground.
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15 comments:

  1. I AmSeptember 25, 2014 at 10:01 PM

    Why so intense?

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  2. Confused SoulSeptember 25, 2014 at 10:31 PM

    That sent chills down my spine. Nice stuff!

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  3. Priyanka DharamsiSeptember 26, 2014 at 2:39 AM

    It's perfect.
    Reminded me of this - http://55emrc.blogspot.in/2014/03/theme-35-death.html
    Similar stuff! :)

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    1. SushmitSeptember 26, 2014 at 10:29 PM


      Thanks, and ah, I was introduced to this as flash fiction. BTW, pretty cheerful page, this. :-v

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    2. Priyanka DharamsiSeptember 27, 2014 at 8:53 PM

      :D Thank you!

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  4. Red HandedSeptember 26, 2014 at 9:59 AM

    damn!!! I feel suffocated.

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  5. KeirthanaSeptember 26, 2014 at 10:40 AM

    Oh God! This was scary.

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    1. SushmitSeptember 26, 2014 at 10:30 PM

      I made it up in the least scary place possible, a crowded metro compartment :D

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  6. monicaSeptember 27, 2014 at 9:09 AM

    Woah....

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  7. Priyank ShahOctober 6, 2014 at 11:03 PM

    This is similar to my recent writings... The style I mean. ultra short stories.

    Good one!!

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