#fragglerockstar

[fragglerockstar-81-blog]

[fraggle-rockstar]

I'm on tumblr, Facebook, wattpad, soundcloud, bandcamp, deviantart, and acid.

[fragglerockstar-81-blog]

[fragglerockstar-81-blog]

[fragglerockstar-81-blog]

[fragglerockstar-81-blog]

[fragglerockstar-81-blog]

[fragglerockstar-81-blog]

[fragglerockstar-81-blog]

[fragglerockstar-81-blog]

[fragglerockstar-81-blog]

[fragglerockstar-81-blog]

[fragglerockstar-81-blog]

[fragglerockstar-81-blog]

[fraggle-rockstar]

"A woman is alone, hands tied behind her back and a gag in her mouth. She cannot see anything. Write about her and her situation."

Alright, I did. It was kind of quickly written, but here it is. Thank you, teenage-effed-up-ninja-timelord. Love ya, bae.

*************************************************************************************

Monday. 4:47 PM Black. I can see nothing. I can feel that my hands were bound together with something. There is a rag shoved into my mouth. The chair I am tied to is cold and metal. I am naked. I can't remember where I am.

I can't remember who I am.

Fuck.

It smells musty in here. I can here footsteps on the floor above me.

I do not remember the last time I saw light, and I'm scared.

Monday. 6:23 PM

I hear a man's voice from above.

"Hal!"

"Y'up, Calvin?"

"Yeah, j'find 'un?"

"Yeh."

"Where'd you find this'un?"

"Up near th'city. It was pretty easy catchn' it."

"You clean it?"

"Yeh, a'did. It should be nice n clean."

I started to sweat. I don't know what's going on. I'm so afraid of what will happen to me.

Tuesday. 3:34 AM

Loud banging noises awake me.

I hear a few screams from who I can only assume is the same people I heard talking. I do not know what day or time it is.

Silence.

I fall back asleep.

Tuesday. 5:03 AM

I see a horse.

A white horse.

I run to it.

But the closer I get to it, the smaller it becomes.

I stand before this tiny horse, afraid to go any closer.

I see a man.

He walks towards me.

He is on fire, but he is calm.

I can see his flesh is burning off. I can see his boiling blood bursting from his charred skin.

He goes to the horse.

He looks at me and smiles.

He picks up the horse.

And he crushes it in his hand.

I can hear the scream of it. It's the loudest thing I've ever heard.

I see the blood pouring from the man's hand as he squeezes.

I try to scream. Nothing comes out.

I hear something horrid.

I cannot describe it.

I turn around to face it.

I wake up.

I see nothing.

I hear nothing.

I am alone.

Tuesday 7:13 AM

I hear someone coming down stairs.

A door opens.

Footsteps rapidly walk towards me.

I have determined that the door is in front of me.

The person takes the rag out of my mouth.

Before I can say anything they hold my jaw open and pour a warm liquid down my throat.

I swallow.

They then quickly shove the rag back into my mouth.

They leave me.

I hear chains rustling nearby.

I am not alone.

Tuesday. 12:50 PM

I hear them talking upstairs.

"Well, a'think tonight'd be good, huh? Th'moon's gon' be pretty big, ain't it?"

"Yeh, it is. Orson's gon' be happy. Get th'oil ready."

Soon, I can smell oil cooking from down here.

Where am I?

Tuesday. 11:57 PM

They're coming.

I hear one of them walking down the stairs.

The door opens.

Someone takes my rag out.

I scream.

They punch me in the face, knocking me and the chair over.

"Please... Who are you?"

I hear nothing.

I spit blood out.

They untie me.

I try to stand, but I am unable to.

I am grabbed by this person.

They're strong.

They throw me to the ground.

Suddenly, I feel the hot oil against my skin. I scream.

The pain is intense.

They remove my blindfold.

I see them.

They are two deformed heads on one body.

They are looking down at me.

"It ain't got much meat on it, Hal."

"It'll do. Orson ain't too picky."

"Dinner, Orson!"

Chains rustle.

[fraggle-rockstar]

A fun story writing exercise that my friend is also doing.

I got this idea from my good friend, teenage-effed-up-ninja-timelord (go make sweet love to her blog). What ya do is ya send me an idea for (very) short story through ask. Nothing too detailed, just a very basic idea. Then I'll make it into a little story and post it here. I'll also credit you with the idea and everything (unless it's on anonymous).