She fled down the long, cold corridors, every corridor empty, grey and featureless. She barely had the strength to stay upright anymore but kept running through sheer determination.
She didn’t know the way, just knew there was no right way. She’d run for so long she couldn’t remember what she ran from, but knew at any moment she could come face to face with it again. But still she lurched forward, retrieving her fear before every turn, pounding her burning feet, rasping her raw chest until the whole vast edifice of blind corridors burned and shuddered with her laboured breathing.
Horrorshow about 5 years ago
There is something ever so claustrophobic about this; you get a great sense of the protagonist's extreme fear. Brilliant stuff.
Bryan Thomas about 5 years ago
Well written, Drew!
Brandon Sutton about 5 years ago
I love how you convey the frantic nature of the character to make it more powerful. Nice drabble!
Drew Martyn about 5 years ago
Thank you all :)