Creative Writing: Prisoner

Alex wiped his breath from the window as he stared out at the snowy blanket now covering his front yard, the large tree that once stood proudly in its center was slouching under the weight of its own branches. Alex smoothed out the covers of his bed, returning the displaced pillows back against the headboard. Adjusting his onesie, Alex ran down the stairs jumping the final two as he scrambled into the living room. Bright tinsel was wrapped around everything in the room, streamers jumping and crisscrossing around the room. Alex noticed the small drawings he had done pinned up across the walls. Presents had been peppered around the small tree as it shone a hazy mix of colors that played gently off the metallic wrappings. The room was empty, save for Alex who stood in awe at the sight of his bountiful harvest. Dropping to his knees he picked up a few of the boxes, shaking them testingly. Moving to the largest he lifted it, to feel that it weighed nearly nothing. Turning the box in his hand he found the large hole torn into its side. Alex frowned, reaching his hand around in the box to find it empty.

The house was quiet, little stirred as Alex slinked about, hunting for the perpetrator of this horrific crime. Peeking into the kitchen Alex picked up on the faint sound of footsteps above him. Alex made the most

Its body was black plated, once the soft edges of a toy with smooth curving designs were now twisted into impossibly sharp shapes that seemed to bend back into themselves in sickening dances of inky blackness. Alex couldn't move, his legs didn’t respond anymore, his thoughts screeched sickeningly through his brain as panic set into every inch of his being. Blinking, the figure gained more shape, seemed more tangible, it proved this tangibility by grabbing his leg and pulling him forward with horrific