Welcome back for the second installment of the Write Stuff.
Write Stuff is a new weekly (at least that’sthe plan) feature. The plan is to write a 300-word story and hopefully you’ll enjoy.
I wrote this short story nearly 10 years ago and it’s one that I keep revisiting because I feel there’s something missing and haven’t quite put my finger on it.
And, as always let me know what you think.
Pt. 1 of 4
“Where are you taking me?” I scream as I’m led down a long stark white hallway. There are two men — giants, I think — one on each side of me, and each has an arm. I feel like a wishbone. Any moment they could take my arms and pull in opposite directions and they would rip right of their joints.
“Where are you taking me,” I continue screaming. They keep looking straight ahead and continue walking in silence. I purposely stop walking and fall to the ground like a toddler throwing a temper tantrum. They quietly pick me up off the cold floor and continue walking. They lifted me so high in the air that my feet are not even touching the ground. I kick (as if I’m riding a bicycle) and scream, but nothing. They are not phased by my behavior.
Finally we reach a door, which seems to magically open and they take me inside. There is nothing in this room. The walls are just as stark white as the walls in the hallway. They set me down in the middle of the room and one of the giants holds both of my arms while the other fits me for an ankle bracelet.
“I’m not a criminal,” I yell. After they are satisfied that my ankle bracelet is securely on, the door magically opens and they’re gone. I get up from the place where I was deposited and run to the door, but only there is no door. “Let me out! Let me out!” I say as I bang on the magic door.
Exhausted, I finally sink to the floor.