Halloween Flash Fiction Event: Brynn Myers

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Thank you for joining us for this Halloween Flash Fiction Event story from Brynn Myers. The story Brynn tells here is an especially “heebie-jeebies-inducing” one for me, as it touches on a couple of my personal fears. The image is a stock photo from a DeviantART artist who specifically allows it to be used on outside websites, with credit and links posted. Big thanks, to both the author and the artist, for sharing. Now… on to the story…

Trapped

by Brynn Myers

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Copyright 2014 by Brynn Myers

All rights reserved

 

The tips of Megan’s fingers were raw and bloody from her latest round of digging, but there was no time to agonize over the pain. She had to break away more of the weathered stone and mortar and she had to work quickly. The sun was going down and soon she’d lose the small amount of light that filtered in from the bar covered window.

The sound of footsteps sent Megan scurrying to the corner, away from her project. The last thing she needed was for her captor to find out what she’d been doing. Once she created a space big enough to crawl through, the glass would easily be broken, but those rusty bars were so damn stubborn. She’d been down here, working on her escape every day for weeks, but with constant interruptions, she was starting to lose hope.

As the footsteps above moved closer, Megan’s anxiety increased. Her grand plan to escape tonight was looking grim, and she feared soon she’d be buried amidst the darkness of this dank cellar forever. Shadows passed back and forth on the other side of the door, the sound of heels clicking loudly against the hard oak confirmed it was her captor. When the door opened, incandescent light spilled into the room, obscuring their face as they bent down to leave a tray of food––not food really, more like a bowl of cold soup, stale bread and tepid water in a plastic cup. As soon as the tray clattered, the door shut. Megan banged her head against the cobweb covered wall and began to sob, but tears were useless; they would not free her. Only action could save her now.

30112012237_by_balenaucigasa-d823oewMegan stood and moved closer to the opening, hoping the last glimmer of moonlight would be enough to allow her to dig some more. Unfortunately, it not nearly enough to help her cause. She slid down the wall till her hands touched the floor. Why would someone do this to her? What was she to do now? Questions continued to flood her mind until she eventually snapped. She crawled over and pulled off one of the boards at the foot of the staircase, her hands aching as she clutched the wood. Megan screamed and whacked violently at the glass until nothing but shards surrounded the edges. She ripped away the chicken wire and gripped the bars, rocking them back and forth. Nothing. No movement.

Hope sparked when headlights came into view. She waved her hands wildly, praying they’d see her. In the next instant, the car swerved and slammed headlong into the wall and Megan was thrust back into the cellar, the scent of dust and gasoline filling the air. By the time, she realized what happened, it was too late. Blood dripped from her mouth and a sharp pain struck her in the gut. As she looked down at her stomach, she saw the piece of wood she’d used from the stairs impaled deep within her.

The door slammed opened and a woman screamed as the room went red with a fiery explosion. From this night forward she’d be eternally trapped in this hell, forever bound to this now scorched earth. As her soul began to climb out of her battered body, Megan forced herself to stay. She would not go quietly into the night, no, she’d have the last word. There were only two things Megan could think of as her final heartbeat sounded–Hell hath no fury and karma was going to be a bitch.

 

About The Author

Brynn Myers is an urban fantasy/paranormal romance author. After considering writing a hobby for years, she finally turned her passion and talent into a career. She came into the paranormal genre later than most but has always loved fairy-tales and all things magical. Using that love, she creates charmed worlds by writing stories involving passionate, strong willed characters with something to discover.

Brynn lives with her family in the Brevard County, Florida area.

 

Also…

You can meet & greet with Brynn  in February, as she is one of the Featured Authors at Coastal Magic, an urban fantasy and paranormal romance convention in Daytona Beach, FL.

 

About The Artist

Image: 30112012237

Artist Page: balenaucigasa  http://www.deviantart.com/art/30112012237-487260248

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