Burn.
February 9, 2011Pain. Burn. Skin burning. Pain is white. No. Pain is red. Everything is red. I hear a scream. I scream. My skin is burning over my chest. I’m on flames. The evil comes to collect my soul. Another scream. Everything shatters. Reality is held over by another reality; pain’s reality. I can’t breathe. The flames keep me pinned on the ground. The ground is cold… my cell. I want to scream but I can’t. I want to breathe, but I can’t.
Bang. A solid door opens. Two steps. Another scream. Seconds passing by feel minutes. Something hot drops on the floor. One, two, three…other steps closing in. Someone yells my name. I can’t see. I can’t speak. I can’t breathe.
Something grabs me. I’m not on the ground anymore. I’m floating. Water? No. I’m still burning. Another bang. I’m not floating anymore. I can breathe. Still burning. Something hotter drops on my arm. I know it’s my arm. Something cold suddenly runs though my arm fighting the flames. Scissors. Something is being cut. No, not my hair! Metallic sound. A pinch. Now my arm is on fire. It’s burning! No! what are you doing to me? Burning… burning… why are they burning me?
‘Good morning!’
‘Again? it happened again?’
‘Yes.’
I grow a liking for short sentenced stories. Sentenced? Made up of short sentences I mean. LOL! Funny wordplay.
Anyway, I love what you did with this. I do have a question as to what’s happening with the cold when the arm is fighting the flames, but I guess that’s up to the readers’ imagination.
Thanks for sharing!
PS: Good morning!
oh thank you. really. well… that last pinch is the trick. anyway, I’ll look on it again. I wrote it last night in 10 minutes. I couldn’t sleep without writing it.
ps: Good morning!
The idea is..amazing..An echoed reality transposed in a matter of words.
Nice one.