Claustrophobic

Claustrophobic

A Story by Wyrn Tiger

Wall slowly pressing forward, spikes of cold steal protrude from the smooth walls. Blind from the darkness that binds, my fists beat at the closing walls. Pressure builds in my chest. Panick wells in my heart. Hyperventilating, each breath breaths life into the air. running out of power and strength as my fists beat the closing walls between life and death. I sink to my knees sweat and tears pouring down, filling the floor with the water of despair.
bang,Bang,Bang. The sound reverberates off the walls rebounding terror in my heart. Drum beats in the darkness. The dark sound of something that resides in the darkness, feeding off your fear. Realization  hits my brain like a fast fret train as I'm running out of breathable air. The evenly pased beats are his footsteps, pounding out my doom as his stuffy breath chokes mine. In the sightless darkness he can see my fear, My panick is his pleasure as his steal teeth close in with a chomp. Forever burned into my mind is the name for this blood stiller thing. Claustrophobia.

© 2018 Wyrn Tiger


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Strong imagery and use of language.You can almost feel the walls closing in.Well done!

Posted 6 Years Ago


It's pretty dang good. Keep on wrighting!

Posted 6 Years Ago



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Wyrn Tiger
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