100 words

Nov. 8th, 2010 07:14 pm
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The walls are too high for ceilings to exist, endless, grey and horizon bending, but you are settled neatly in the felt-lined square that is just too small to stretch your legs, trapped in place by the awkwardly placed bundle of wires. Every page you load takes just moments too long, constant quiet irritation that slowly wears your teeth away. The air is tight across your shoulders and you can’t take a deep enough breath; just have to get through the five minutes to go.

(It’s not that you don’t know the clock is stopped.

Just… can’t think about this.

Forever.)
nny: (Carstairs)
We left Gerald behind. The catacombs were larger than – and oh, the creepings and scuttlings in the darkness! It was Gerald’s idea in the first place, but we lost him somewhere beyond the lamp light and we couldn’t have stayed! Our hair stood on end when we heard that scraping shuffling step behind us, the almost-familiar malevolent chuckle that made me quite sick with fear. We feared for our lives and our sanity as we ran; it scratched at the slab that we lowered, and cried blood-curdlingly for help. You see we had no choice but to leave Gerald behind?

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