Short Stories: Daily

I am going to write in this Movellas daily, a different genre every day, that's why it is other. I am doing to try and stretch my writing ability.

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1. June 19th| Science fiction

The Escape From Time

Their panting continued, they ran for ages. They couldn't find the exit, every corner chimed words in their ears. Latin. Ophelia said it was Latin. But where were they. They are trapped somewhere but don't know where. They woke up here, they were once in a room a cold room where everything froze.

"Are you sure, we aren't going in the wrong direction?" Jamie said climbing over the mossy branch, dividing the path and the forest. "I am sure, I know where I am going." Ophelia said not looking back at Jamie. Jamie shouldn't trust her, her sense of navigation is the worst. "Are you sure, this is the way to the nighthouse?" Jamie questioned her again. He doesn't hear an answer. He looks up and she's gone. He panicked.

He looked around the area, around tree corners, he walked further up. He was worried, so worried he didn't hear the crunch of leaves behind him, a hand covers his mouth, his hands are glued together by some forced upon rope. His reflexes try to kick in as he bites the hand, but instead bites a metal ring, little sparks came out of it. 

"You idiot!" that was his last words before the attacker dropped down with a thud. Jamie turned around to see the hand he bit perish into ash. But where is Ophelia. Suddenly, with a sneaky swipe at his feet, Jamie fell back in someone's arms, he knew it was a girl, but he dozed off too quickly, to see if it was Ophelia.

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She was strapped, to a chair. Her head slammed down on the white wispy table, she tried opening her eyes, but it was somehow sore. Why? Everything ached, she couldn't move, it was too painful. She tried opening her eyes again, less painful, but the pain was still there. Everything she saw was fuzzy and white, except a figure at another table, facing the opposite direction as her, wearing all black, he or she was strapped down too. There was a mirror on the other side of the figure, she squinted to try to see the other figure's facial features. But failed.

She tried to lift her head, groaning at the agonising pain on the right side of the head, pulling her down. Some sort of wire. It shocked her every time she moved her head. She moved her head slightly to look at it, it was a thin white tube coming up from the ground to my head, it had tiny numbers on it.

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It boggled her mind. 

"You are up," a voice whispered in her head, trapped, "Grab the wire, and rip it away." She was confused where did that come from? There is no one here, but the black figure. But she obeyed the command, she felt the wire to find where the wire was going in her skull, she was so focused on finding where it goes in her skull she didn't notice that all her hair was gone. She found where it went in and tugged, it didn't hurt when it came out, it fell to the ground and so did the straps, like they are controlled by the wire. An alarm went off.

Red lights were blinking on and off, she had to think fast. She scurred over to the figure in all black, and without thinking yanked the wire out of his head, waking him up. "Let's go!" She screamed running to the closest door. 

Their panting continued, they ran for ages. They couldn't find the exit, every corner chimed words in their ears. Latin. Ophelia said it was Latin. But where were they. They are trapped somewhere but don't know where. They woke up here, they were once in a room a cold room where everything froze.

 

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