There's One In Every Crowd

Is there a way out?

100 Words - Escape

 

I just wanted to escape. Now the bodies are piling up. Each one another lifetime of sorrow. What price must I, no they, pay for my freedom? Long roads to nowhere to hide. Will I be forgotten? Become invisible? They voices say no.

I am a guilt-based life form. I can never forgive myself for what I’ve done. I expect no forgiveness from others. Least of all, the voices.

They told me everything would be OK. That what I was doing was right. For the greater good. I knew they were lying, but couldn’t resist. The voices are too strong.

100 Words - Hungover Escape

 

Spencer tried to look around but he couldn’t #move his hungover head. The ceiling looked familiar. Something was cooking. It didn’t smell good. Hungarian goulash! The ceiling and how he came to be under it returned to his memory. With all his might he stood up and ran.

He made it out the front door but the gate was locked. It was tall but he thought he could make it over. He was halfway up when she discovered he was missing.

“Spencer, where are you?” She yelled with friendly menace.

The bullet hit him just before he hit the ground.