Behind Doors
My attempt at micro fiction in just a few sentences.
"Where, where?" he panicked, as he ran up and down the corridor of closed doors. The corridor stretched endlessly and he had only few seconds to get out before the place was sealed off. He called out to her as loud as he could. The silence grew thicker and more stifling by the second. And then, he saw, one door opened few inches inward with a golden key hanging on the knob. Stepping inside, he knew he would never make it out.
Ooh, what suspense you've created! Love your story, love your blog. In total agreement at your strapline, "The miracle is this - the more we share, the more we have".
ReplyDeleteThank you for visiting and commenting. Glad that you liked those lines. Welcome again.
DeleteOh, something a little bit different! I'd be very interested to know which came first - the picture or the idea for the piece?
ReplyDeleteThe picture,Sian. The story just worked itself into my head as I looked and kind of free-wrote! :)
DeleteOoh, very intriguing! Thanks for a story-snippet! x
ReplyDeleteThanks Jennifer for dropping in. I loved reading your post on Australia too.
DeleteInteresting and intriguing. I had never heard of micro fiction. It's hard to create that much sentence in a few words. You did a great job at it!
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Thank you, Sabrina. It was fun really. I think I enjoyed the process and the associated feeling of freedom.
DeleteI did really feel awed by your amazing post.
I have no idea what that story was about so hope to hear more!
ReplyDeleteThe idea was to express the sense of frantic dash to escape from something and, a realization that it seems improbable. Memories..or something more tangible? I leave to you, readers.
DeleteThank you for your visit.
Great to see something different popping up on Storytelling Sunday.
ReplyDeleteI like your micro fiction, lots of suspense and I can really feel his urgency to get out before realizing that he can't
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