I can’t remember the last time I saw the sun.
Within the first few days, my perspective shifted from fear to solace. The musty, mildewy smell of the unfinished basement had become a comfort. Cool, rough concrete against my skin kept me grounded to the world. Exoskeletal companions easily replaced the human beings who no longer looked for me.
In the end, she was right. I was easily forgettable.
Now, the once-appealing promise of sunlight warming my skin has twisted and turned into a threat, far more than the glint of the knife that coerced me here in the first place.
Wow! Talk about criminals. Great story. Well told. Just the right spice of suspense thrown in. Keep them coming Mr/Ms Martin. You’re a great writer of thrillers.
Almost sounds like it’s coming from experience…
Yet another fantastic piece from C.N. Martin! I got introduced to him through his short story that was featured in “Mirrors Reflecting Shadows.” Much like his story – The Attic – this piece has a level of detail that paints an entire world in a very small amount of time. Your world building skills are exquisite. I look forward to seeing longer pieces from you, Mr. Martin. Seriously, I’d love to see you publish a full book.
Amazing! I was right there with you. Very descriptive. I feel and smell the basement. I want to read more!
Very compelling story. ?? Carry on now. ???
This is a hauntingly!!!!
Stockholm syndrome, anyone?
Great job!
Haunting scenario extremely well told.
Wow. chilling! Well done.