Trapped - Short Story by Casper

When you read this, please try to make it as silent as you can around you. Turn off your music, I want you to try and feel as if you are in the story.


Trapped - By casperONFIRE

You are trapped. Stuck in a tiny cage, with barely enough room to stand, let alone pace. Your cage is in a ware house, right at the back surrounded by boxes, and other cages, some containing people like yourself, the rest containing corpses. It is forbidden that you speak to the others in the cages, and so in your mind, in an attempt to keep your own sanity you’ve made up stories for all of them.

To your right, in the cage not a few centre metres from you, is Frank. He used to be a big corporate lawyer before he was caught. He had an ex wife, and two kids who barely spoke to him after the divorce. He was meant to see them every second weekend, but they didn’t show up any more. It really hurt his feelings.

To your right is Susanna, she was a young student, at the ripe age of 21 when they got her. The only family she had was a brother, but they didn’t talk. She worked part time at a local restaurant, and lived on campus. On weekends when she wasn’t working she used to party, she often told you crazy stories about the situations she got herself in. They caught her while she was crawling from one club to the next.

The room smells normal, no at least. It’s taken you a while to get used to the smell. It’s sort of like rotting meat, public toilet and gym bag, all rolled into one. The first time you where taken in here you puked, but even the smell of your puke just added to the rich array or aromas. The air is thick, due to lack of ventilation. The oxygen to carbon ratio was way of, in favour of the carbon. In fact, the air is so thick that it absorbs into your one daily meal.

A slice of bread
A bit of cold meat
A small glass of water

The bread in your mouth tastes like the air, and the meat itself reminds you of the rotting bodies all around you. For the first few days you couldn’t eat, but then you got over it. You decided that you needed to eat, even if it tasted like rotting humans. The lighting in the place is horrible, and dank. One square beam of light shines through a window, hitting a sign on the wall that says “You’ve neglected those around you, now watch as you neglect yourself.”

You still don’t understand what it means.

You hear a large door creak open, and the squeaking sound of rusted old wheels rolling. It’s time for food, it seems. As the haggard old fool pushes the cart around, he drops the food out side of the cage, meaning you have to stick your arms outside to reach it. Sometimes he accidently drops it too far from the cage, and it that’s the case, well then you just suffer in silence. The only sound you really hear is the pained moans from your new room mates, as they come to adjust to the new life that they have. Faintly you can hear breathing, too, though after a while you tune this out ad try to rest.

You hear a thump, and look to your right, Susanna has fallen, she looks up at you with those dull grey eyes, and parts her thin pale lips, that you have so often imagined retelling you tales of great shenanigans that she’s partook in, and now for the first time you hear her moan, just once, and only ever so quietly.

Susanna dies, just like you will.

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Wow, I've never read anything like that before, it was really good.
You managed to portray the entire scene perfectly, good job. =]

i absoloutely love how you made the reader create there own story almost!
that is so smart, i have never read a style like that before!
it was so vivid in my mind...like a scene from a horror movie!
and the whole plot was just really really smart! about punishing yourself and such.

when the other girl died, that was my faveourtie part.
that was a really good kind of ending almost like it ended with a climax even.

the omniscent kind of author view point was very interesting, great job!

MelodyOfMalice wrote: when the other girl died, that was my favourite part.
that was a really good kind of ending almost like it ended with a climax even.

If this ever became a full blown book,
this is the part that you should put on the back of the book.
I think it's called a synopsis or whatever they put on the back cover.
But anyway I thought it was fantastic, hun. :3

sooo kewl! great job

You put my writing to shame.

I have goosebumps.