Captive
A 50 word short horror story
I silently weep as the broken bones in my legs grind together.
My arms, encased in itchy, crumbling plaster painfully rest on the bloodstained sheets.
Autumn drizzle mists the bedroom window with a smothering gauze.
I tried to escape and have been punished.
Yet I know they still love me.
Hmm, well that was a little bit grim, but what can do you do, the story takes you where it wants to go! I’ve been reading and watching a lot of Stephen King recently and he talks about liking things that go darker so figured I’d embrace that. Also, you can probably tell what story of his inspired it!
Anyway, I have the wonderful to thank again for his prompt to write a fifty word story on the word “broken” : -
Thanks for reading. Until next time.
Oh Misery! But darkness is your friend... and 'if you want it darker' listen to Cohen while writing :D
Fun fact, I only ever saw "this", never read it. I remember it being good, checking my rating on IMDB I rated it a 7 back then.
Such misery...! ;)
Squirmingly good, Dan. "the broken bones in my legs grind together." 🤢 Brilliant!