Frosted glass door

14 Feb


Another excellent story by the talented Mr. Palmer

Adam Palmer: Frosted glass door (image stimulus)

I stand still behind the frosted, murky glass, rooted to the spot, frozen, like a statue.
Trying as hard as I can to hold my breath, I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as the shadowy figure approaches the door.
I huddle into the corner of the room but my lungs are aching, screaming at me to let my breath out and free my voice, and I can my heart beating so loud in my ears.
It’s all I can do to suppress my voice from shouting out for help. I feel like I am going to explode, and just as I feel I can’t take it anymore, the thought hits me: this is it, this is where I die, this is it. After all I’ve been through, this is it. This is where I die.


One Response to “Frosted glass door”

  1. Miss Reynolds March 8, 2013 at 3:01 pm #

    Fab work Adam, I can almost feel the fear and want to know what happens next!
    Miss R

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: