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Writco Story Prompt
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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 realized where he was; in a coffin deep in the confines of an airplane, the metal walls vibrating with every roar of the engines.
Panic surged through his veins like wildfire. He tried to scream, but his voice was muffled by the lid above him. His fingers scraped against the smooth interior of the coffin, his nails finding no purchase. The air was thick, stale, and suffocating.
How did I get here? The question hammered in his mind, but the answers evaded him. His last memory was of a dimly lit room, the clink of glasses, and a shadowed figure whispering his name. He had no recollection of boarding a plane, let alone being entombed in this suffocating box.
The aircraft jolted, throwing him against the side of the coffin. His heart pounded harder, a wild drumbeat of terror. He could hear muffled voices outside—was...
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 realized where he was; in a coffin deep in the confines of an airplane, the metal walls vibrating with every roar of the engines.
Panic surged through his veins like wildfire. He tried to scream, but his voice was muffled by the lid above him. His fingers scraped against the smooth interior of the coffin, his nails finding no purchase. The air was thick, stale, and suffocating.
How did I get here? The question hammered in his mind, but the answers evaded him. His last memory was of a dimly lit room, the clink of glasses, and a shadowed figure whispering his name. He had no recollection of boarding a plane, let alone being entombed in this suffocating box.
The aircraft jolted, throwing him against the side of the coffin. His heart pounded harder, a wild drumbeat of terror. He could hear muffled voices outside—was...
