Washing Machine

Day 12 Prompt: The spindly figure pushes you into the washing machine, and closes the door with a blood-chilling cackle.

The spindly figure pushes me into the washing machine and closes the door to the with a blood-chilling cackle latching securely.

It turns some knobs and soon cold water starts to fill the small dark space. I'm hyperventilating as I struggle to turn face towards the remaining air. I manage to succeed, but not for long as the drum starts to spin forcing the water into my face.

I don't know whether I'm up or down within the spiraling chaos. My lungs scream for air and I try my luck only to be met with the taste of soapy water. I sputter as I pound on a door to no avail and blackout.

I soon wake up soaking wet, but alive. I soon learn where I am. Another small space that begins to warm with each passing turn.

Reviews

[Douglas Marsh]

I really like this little story. Your imagery is wonderful. I think you could have benefited from some editing, as I noticed some awkward phrasing and missing words and objects. I loved the ending, even though it was predictable.