Story

Being a creative writing student, in a creative writing program, I have to submit a short story every once in a while. Some of my stories are nonsensical or irrelevant--in other words, random--but I enjoy writing them and enjoy sharing them with people... Okay, the last part's a lie, but I have to work on sharing my stories. There. That's why I'm "self-publishing" one of my stories on the blog.

Hope you enjoy it!

Buried

            As you lie motionless… still… your breath catching in your heaving chest; you have trouble sucking in more air. Breathe. Out. Breathe. Out. Breathe. Out. That’s when you realize it’s happened. You’re buried alive.

            How and why you’re in this particular dilemma is unclear, but at least you know you’re alive. You’re breathing right? Your heart’s beating so loud its sound is reverberating through your body. There’s no way you’re dead. No way at all.

            You think back and the last thing you remember is the red sports car. It flashed past you, in the same way all red sports cars whir by, speeding past you… or towards you? Was it?

            And now…

            Now you’re confined to this small space. Entrapped under who knows how many layers and feet of dirt and sediment. Dirt and sediment that will indefinitely hide your body—shield you from the search party you hope, wish, believe is looking for you.

            Who did this to you? Is this really what it feels like to be buried? The two questions pop into your head like two uninvited guests—SQUIRMING and slithering until they have wormed their way into your consciousness. What’re you going to do?

            First off, you’re going to calm down. Take shallow breaths. And think. Think. There’s no one around to distract you. All those times you wished you were alone, and now that your wish has come true, you wish you would have never wished at all.