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#WritcoStoryPrompt40
The noise was too loud, almost as if someone was using a drill machine in his head. He craned his head to relieve the cramp in his neck. When he couldn't move he realised where he was; in a coffin deep in the confines of an airplane...
He felt claustrophobic for the 1st time, not knowing where to go what to do. He relied on his survival insticts but he was helpless, starving and dying to get out of there. He knew he had no one to help him nevertheless he too was never helpful...
The noise was too loud, almost as if someone was using a drill machine in his head. He craned his head to relieve the cramp in his neck. When he couldn't move he realised where he was; in a coffin deep in the confines of an airplane...
He felt claustrophobic for the 1st time, not knowing where to go what to do. He relied on his survival insticts but he was helpless, starving and dying to get out of there. He knew he had no one to help him nevertheless he too was never helpful...
