Donuts and Paperclips discussion

Here I'm going to post the random things I write. Some things are stories, others poems, and some things I don't even know what they are but I just let the words flow from my head to the paper.

A weird short story thing I wrote....





Do you ever feel like you're in slow motion?

You know you're walking at a normal pace but something is off. But you continue to do your task, choosing to ignore the strange feeling. After all, it's nothing. Right?

Suddenly a crack of a gun snaps you back to reality. You are now aware of the crisp winter air slapping your face and the eery sound of dogs howling. The bird's chirping has turned into a high pitched scream.

Now you're running.

You run but it feels as if you are going nowhere, as if the more steps you take the farther your house gets. Finally you reach the door and pull it open, only to slam it shut again. Your house has lost its warm feeling, you are attacked with icy cold. You quickly lock the door and run to your bedroom, wishing you had thought to keep a weapon in your house.

But it's too late now.

You hear the door snapping in half as he kicks it in. You quickly lock your bedroom door, though it's evident that it won't help. But it brings you hope.

You listen intently for footsteps but hear none. Quietly but quickly you search your room for an out, for a hiding spot, but find nothing. Ruling out your closet you scurry under your bed, hoping he won't see you there. You hear his foot steps now, going from room to room, each step makes your pulse spike.

Soon his steps slow as they near your door, time starts moving at a painfully slow pace. You stop breathing as the door comes crashing open. He searches the room, opening the closet and stopping to look out the window. You exhale quietly as he goes out the door. You think you are safe when he closes the door, but you are very wrong.

The door flies open and you feel a gloved hand pulling your ankle. You scream, and he laughs. You turn to see cold black eyes staring at you as you screech for help. Suddenly you can't scream anymore, his hands are around your neck. Your eyes widen as he pulls out a gun, holding it to your head.

And it all ends with a bang.