Creative Writing: Blind

“Oh!” I gasped as I bounced up off my back and onto my feet. I felt rather dumbfounded as I felt like I was standing, possibly floating in a black hole. However, that was quite impossible, I soon realized, as I felt the cold, wet, cement floor touch the flesh of my narrow feet. Was I blind? I reached around me, turned in a circle, and felt nothing occupying the space. I knelt on the floor and began crawling on my hands and knees. I frantically searched for a wall, an object, anything to give me a hint as to where I was. My nerves soon overtook me as I continued on with nothing to stop the amount of panic flaming within me. I shook with fear and desperation as… AHA! I felt a wooden board in the shape of a perfect square. It was smooth, polished. My hands groped yet something else—a soft, warm, sizzling loaf of bread. The loaf was placed next to yet another wooden object, this one covered with an easily removable top, and

My thoughts were confound as I felt my legs dangling in midair and my upper body wrapped tight together. I wished I was dead. I had hoped to never arise again.

The light shone. Down on the floor, across the room waited a giant mass with big beady eyes looking back at me. I could nearly see my quivering reflection entangled in the giant web. This was an insuperable mission. I had no way of reacting. I didn’t know how.

The eight-legged creature snapped its jaws and nearly grinned at me. I stared in disbelief as the lights died. How evil a way to go, to present my own death to me and leave me to wonder when it will strike! I tasted the very dry, bland texture in my mouth once more and took a few deep breaths as I felt a mass grow closer. I felt my ribs separate as an unimaginable feeling pervaded throughout my body. I was being eaten from the inside out. My eyes shut solid for eternity as my insides were taken from me, leaving the useless shell of my body dangling as a representation for the next victim’s