Realistic Fiction

The Room


Clunk.Chomping Nails.

Clunk. Clunk.Sweating Palms.

Clunk. Clunk.Trembling Hands. 

Clunk. Clunk.Clunk. Numbing body.

This room has always been scary…and the footsteps… The footsteps…the footsteps.. They’re frightening.

Clunk. Losing vision.

Clunk. Tearing eyes.

Clunk.Drying mouth.

Clunk. I creep.

It stopped.

 Creak. I cower.

He’s here. My father and his hoary words are making me nervous.

He whispers, “Are you ready, my princess?”

 Then I can’t remember anything.

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