Drip

• Artist: Cuddleh
• Description: Just a story I got motivated for.
• Date: 07/20/2009
• Tags: drip

Waking up to a fog in your head. Feeling drenched and heavy. What went on last night is completely beyond you. You're not yet fully conscious. Your senses on high alert, you smell metal and salt. No way to piece together what's going on. The world is quiet as death, and that is no coincidence. You don't open your eyes, they feel bloated and heavy. As though they are being pinned down. You lift a hand, have you gained one hundred pounds over night? What is this feeling. Through the haze in your mind you realize you have been drugged. Why would someone possibly drug you? You need to open your eyes. You need to stop this before anything else happens. Slowly, your eyes flutter open and the room becomes clearer. The walls, red. Bodies, strewn across the room. And from the ceiling, blood leaks. Drip, Drip, Drip.

Comments

[One With Hiccups]

Man, this story reminds me of this creepy dream I had... I'll write about it later, but it was freaky. And also, the "drip drip drip" part at the end remind me of my friend who wrote the same thing in my old writing class last year. But she repeated it over and over again, it was poetry, and her last word was "goodbye".
Nice job by the way! I had to check around me to make sure this wasn't really happening.

[Just_another_Ojama]

creepy but i like how the narrator keeps u inthe story like ur there