random snippet thingy.

[kippurbird]

He woke up with a headache and an inability to see. It took him a moment to realize that he couldn't see because no light existed in this room. Hands reaching out, he tried to find the walls, measuring them. Trying to find the exit. He found the door, the slim crack from wall to the door. Fingers grasped at the sides and all around, but he couldn't find a way to open it. So he retreated, sitting down on the cold stone floor. Cement he thought. He could hear the hum of a fan whispering softly and the uneven raggedness of his breathing. He didn't like the dark. He didn't like not being able to see. The room smelled sterile, of soap and being recently cleaned. He didn't yell out, because he knew whoever caught him would speak to him when they were ready. In his mind he started to make escape plans. Hundreds of different ways he could get out. Most of them involved attacking whoever opened the door.

In the mean time he waited, in the dark.

Comments

[wariena.livejournal.com]

Oooh, I like this a lot. =DD Were you channeling Edgar Allan Poe when you wrote this? 'cause I kept getting flashbacks to The Pit and the Pendulum.

[kippurbird.livejournal.com]

I have no idea what I was channeling when I wrote this. I may expand it some... Though I do admit to channeling Poe sometimes, he wasn't on my mind when I wrote this.

[(Anonymous)]

Sounds kinda like Heinlein's stuff. I like it:D