Tuesday, January 28, 2014

50 word stories

When I came to, I was alone in a pitch black room. It was dead quiet. I screamed out for help. Not a sound escaped my lips. I yelled for what felt like hours. I felt completely alone. Then I felt a warm breath on the back of my neck



“what happened?” he muttered. A second ago he could feel the wind on his face, and his heartbeat reverberating through his body as he drunkingly sped through the night. But now he looks down on the crumpled pile of metal where his body now lays, contorted and distorted beyond recognition.  

1 comment:

  1. These are both really good! Thank you for participating and good luck on the competition.

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