Out.

Posted: March 24, 2015 in Fiction, Self Realization
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My heart thumped out of my chest & I jolted upright in bed. The blankets were tangled around my legs as if I had been thrashing in my sleep. My already-racing pulse quickened further as my eyes searched the darkness around me for some sense of familiarity.

Where am I?

A bead of sweat slithered down the side of my face, along my temple & down into my ear. My nightgown stuck to my body & goosebumps erupted across my flesh, despite the intense heat.

The heat. Why is it so hot?

My nostrils burned & I sneezed. My lungs protested the rush of air as I inhaled sharply.

Smoke. I smell smoke.

I wanted to scream, but my throat ached from trying to pull oxygen from smoke.

How long had I been inhaling smoke?

I had to move. I had to get up. I had to get out.

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I threw myself out of the bed, but my legs were still caught in the blankets. I reached out to brace my fall, but there was nothing in the darkness to grasp onto.  The palms of my hands stung as they slammed into the ground.

Move! Just keep moving!

I made my way on all fours, crawling as quickly as I dared in a direction away from the bed I had awoken in. Constantly searching the darkness for some sign of an escape, I just kept moving forward.

Something crawled across my leg & I shrieked & sprung up onto my feet. Spiders & I do not mix — but neither do my lungs & smoke. My brain swam with protests as I felt my body go limp underneath me, shutting down from a lack of oxygen.

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When I came to, I felt muscular arms around me, yet I was floating through the air. My head was pounding & there was a voice off in the distance.

No. The voice was coming from the man who was carrying me.

“Just stay with me. You’re going to be okay. Just stay with me. We’re almost there.”

His voice was heavenly – or maybe I was just relieved he was there.

I felt our bodies propel upward as his legs expertly ascended stairs, seemingly oblivious to the extra weight.

How many stairs are there?

Then I was blind.

No. I was blinded in the darkness before. Now, it was the light. . . & it tasted so sweet!

Wait! No. That was the fresh air in my lungs. I could breathe again!

Oh, thank you, God! He saved me. I am out.


Thank you for bearing with me. I’ve been trying to get a fictional story out of my brain, separate of Calculated Chaos & I am not making the kind of progress I would like. I have gotten stale & uncreative & way too rigid & bound-to-the-rules, in my opinion. I decided I needed to try to loosen up a bit & give fiction a try in this forum — & what is a better outlet for that than Two Shoes Tuesday? It’s rough & it’s short, but it’s here. Maybe I will do this more; maybe I won’t. Please let me know your thoughts in the comments below.

This post was written in participation of the Two Shoes Tuesday link-up hosted by Josie2Shoes. This week’s prompts were “offer” or “out.” Click here to see what others chose to write. . . &, please, don’t forget to comment on &/or share the ones you like the most. 😉

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Comments
  1. valj2750 says:

    Excellent writing/reading, Reta Jayne. I loved it.

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  2. oldegg says:

    What great writing to thrill us not knowing what was happening. Yes it does stand alone but you can use it to build another story from these beginnings. Well done!

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  3. I was so delighted to see you participating in Two Shoes Tuesday, and I come here to find this excellent piece of sheer terror! I was feeling it right with you! I never wrote any fiction until a couple years ago and discovered that it’s a fun and creative outlet, great therapy in that sense! You did this so very well, and I hope you’ll come back and share more stories with us in the future!

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    • Reta Jayne says:

      Thank you so much, Josie! I am certainly going to try this again in the coming weeks using your prompts. It flowed quite a bit easier than I thought it would. . . Perhaps it will help me relax & JUST WRITE when it comes to the fiction WIP away from the blog. 😉 Thank you so much for the boost of confidence; it does not go unappreciated! 😀

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  4. lrconsiderer says:

    I felt that! REALLY good 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  5. ivywalker says:

    This is a personal nightmare greatest fear kind of thing!

    Liked by 1 person

  6. bargirl34 says:

    I want to read more please…

    Liked by 1 person

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