Short stories, poems, and basically literature from the recesses of my head, and the depth of my heart. Trying to reach out to you with my literature through a screen and give you a hug.
It's a cold world, and we all need a hug every now and then.
I hope the emotions I transfer through my keyboard, touches a special spot in your heart.
I hurl myself, with the chair i'm still cuffed in front @ the door as it opens. the rusty leg of the chair catches the guy in the neck, & he lets out a scream! my migranes are intensified by his screaming & i instinctively give him a fierce head butt through his separated jaws, while i knock him unconscious with a quick hit of the chair to his forehead.
he slumps...........i move.
on a slightly better illuminated corridor now,.....i move as fast & as nimbly as a guy chained to a chair can. my heart's beating fast, cos i dont know if i just killed a man,....or if.........i dunno,....n ryt now,....i dont care. i just gotta find my way out of here. i find a small axe attached on the wall, i quickly get the axe off the wall & race to what i hope is an exit door outta this nightmare.
i run straight through the door, & it is infact an exit, but this maze isnt over, cos now i find myself in the middle of what seems to be a sparsely populated forest.
panting & turning my head from one side to another, & dragging the chair on the floor while i trudge on. i try to catch my breathe under an old mahogany tree,.......& then i look up & realize that the lights in the small dark house just got switched on,.......& from where i sit, i can make out some shilouettes of guys running to & fro,.................they've seen "him". i immediately start hacking @ the chain, but its not making much impact.
BAMM!!!! the door of the little house flies open.....i can make out 2 guys standing at the entrance, trying to scan the area,......"Aguba! Aguba!!......."
it's on now,.......i look at the chair, still cuffed to my sore left wrist. *think fast, THINK FAST!!!!* ,