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Short story By: MssJenn

This is the very first piece i wrote in my life. few years ago.
I'm Merinthophobia (not extremely but I'm phobic to be tied up or unable to get my self out of something even clothes) one day i was trying one of my friend's bracelets and it got stuck in hand, well for any regular person not a problem, but i had a panic attack in the middle of class (can we say embarrassing ) and none of my friend and family ever really believes I'm really claustrophobic or Merinthophobic so i wrote this... you could call short story to make them feel the same fear that I get into me when I'm stuck or unable to move my hands free. and at the same time discover i liked to write.

For me this is horror. Hope you like it

Submitted:Apr 18, 2009    Reads: 1,174    Comments: 12    Likes: 12   

(this pics is my worse night amre come true, just looking at it i can feel my heart beating faster)



Those laughs, annoying laughs. Laughs where black butterflies comes out of. They seize your ears and you cant stop them. The terror over takes your eyes, your yells, your mind. Your heart is about to exploit. You feel how your blood wants to come out of your veins and your breath turns into pants. You sight; you lose you sight. You can't see and that's the worse part. you'll be easy prey for those creatures that are getting into your ears. you already feel them int your trout. You yells don't come out. You touch your neck and you're soaked in that damn liquid that wanted to exploit from you and just made its mission. You're not anymore. You don't feel anymore. Now those creatures won't bother you anymore. You're air, water, light, sound, everything, but what you were, but what I am.


Esas risas, molestas risas, risas de las cuales salian mariposas negra que se aferran a tus oidos y no las puedes detener. El terror se apodera de tus ojos, de tus gritos, de tu mente. Tu corazon a punto de estallar, sientes como la sangre se quiere salir de tus venas y tu respiracion se torna jadeante, tu vision, pierdes tu vision, no ves y eso es lo peor,
seras carnada facil de esas cosas que se introducen en tus oidos, ya los sientes en tu garganta. los gritos no salen, tocas tu cello y esta empapado de ese maldito liquido que se te queria estallar y logro lo cometido. Ya no eres, ya no sientes, ya esascriaturas no te molestaran mas, ahora eres aire, agua, luz, sonido, todo, menos lo que eras, menos lo que soy...


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