Story collaboration by Elyse, Toxic, Royale and Adam. These writers are breathtaking, and I am honored to be working with them. We hope you enjoy reading this as much as we enjoyed writing them! It's ...so quiet. Tick. Tick. Tick. So quiet. How many days has it been? Tick. Tick. I am shaking. The silence is suffocating. Tick. My eyes shift across the room in a blaze, the objects in the room stare back. I notice my curtains, one of the hooks have come undone. My eyes shift and focus on the ground and I see the silver hook laying next to a big splotch of cranberry juice I spilled 5 nights back. My mind flashes back to a woman hanging from the ceiling. She is naked and pale. Her long dark hair goes past her shoulder and is covering part of her breast. The scars on her stomach and legs are elaborate. Whoever hurt her, must have hated her to go that deep into her skin. I could almost see the bones in her leg. The blood is dripping down from her stomach to her feet and in place of the juice, there is a pool of blood. Her dark blue eyes are staring directly into mine. Her lips are slightly parted, it looks as if she wants to speak. But. She is not moving. But, the strangest part was, she still looked beautiful and innocent. I wanted to save her. But she was already dead. I try to rise up, but I am held back by chains. My head starts pounding, and I feel nauseous. Even my neck is pinned down to the board below me. I can't breath. I can't... I scream, and in an instant I am back in my room, sitting up. Tock. The window lets in a breeze of cold air and I hold my breath. I try to take a gulp, but there is no saliva. My mouth is dry, my throat parched, and my lips are bruised and bleeding from the constant picking and biting. I can hear my heart beating loudly against my rib cage. For a moment I feel like it's going to burst out and that I am going to die. I am frightened.
Oh my gosh. YES. This is amazing. You're writing, as I said before, is amazing! Especially the detailing! I cannot wait to read the others!
Oh thank you so much! I AM SO SCARED. It means a lot! My teammates are gonna blow this out the water!
Haha it's do Elysie! Proud to collaborate. And to everyone, I wish my greatest regards. Tick. Tock. Fright is only a sudden movement of insecurity through all. It seems that only we can behold and witness the true imperials and discoveries it has to offer. It casts us through a sudden spell, entrapping into a sea of loneliness, as your limp body glides through the rushing water, your body shaking the salt from your skin. It's deadly. Fright is also possessive in cases between revenge and distraught. We have suffocating imaginary illusions of the world......but do we actually make them come alive? I'm afraid we can. My mind swirled, trying to deepen the thought of me trying to surrender of the massacre, where life and death stand. The woman was still unfolding, closer and closer of falling to the bloodied carpet. No damage more could be done. Thinking of times when I actually was safe and not insecure, feeling that every bone in my body shall break in a nerve wrecking crisis, I was puzzling myself into a darker and slumping oblivion. Yet, time arose on. Tick, Tock. The ringing of the clock feared me of my doom, they way it mocked we with its presence, and how careless the keys of the notes of it scrambled in my mind. Just one note, a pitch, that continued on and on. But it still trapped me into other notes, that related to chords, that succeeded into music, and then there! The betrayal had become. Touching my own skin, grasping for answer, I muttered to myself. What caused this to inflict in me. Time would elapse itself.
Oh my. Interesting. It's so captivating and so..Mysterious I guess. It goes together rather well and you have done just that in this story.