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.

15 comments:

  1. That sent chills down my spine. Nice stuff!

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

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

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    1. Not to mention the maggots in the ground :)

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

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

    Good one!!

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