Friday Fictioneers: Weird Warehouse





Weird Warehouse


Where was I? I didn’t know. Could I get to the window and escape? Why was I so small?

With tremendous effort, I hoisted myself on top of two presses and broke the window with a hammer which was lying around this weird warehouse. I felt the air on my skin. Freedom.

That’s when my leg was pulled down, dragging me back into the darkness never to be heard from again.


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10 comments on “Friday Fictioneers: Weird Warehouse

  1. granonine says:

    I wanted to holler “NOOOOOO!” Scary, for sure.

  2. neilmacdon says:

    A cruel taunt, the hammer. And just when she thought she was free …..

  3. Dear Lisa,

    How frustrating. Well done.



  4. Dale says:

    What a horrible situation!

  5. Iain Kelly says:

    Frightening scenario, well written.

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