hidden secrets part 1 : the strangest day by Feathertheforgotten, literature
Literature
hidden secrets part 1 : the strangest day
I blink my eyes open. I look around. I'm in a cell. The bars, however, were made of wood. There wasn't a bed, a window, anything. Outside the cell more cell's stood side by side but no one was in them. My head ached and my whole body was sore. I try to remember what happened but all I remember is walking into the forest. I can barley remember where I live. I kick down the wooden cell bars. I walk out and look around. I gasp in surprise. Everything was made of wood! There was leaf sticking out of the wood, too.
"Where am I?!" I say aloud.
I run down the hall of cell's, go down stairs and they was more cell's! I keep going down stairs
hidden secrets part 1 : the strangest day by Feathertheforgotten, literature
Literature
hidden secrets part 1 : the strangest day
I blink my eyes open. I look around. I'm in a cell. The bars, however, were made of wood. There wasn't a bed, a window, anything. Outside the cell more cell's stood side by side but no one was in them. My head ached and my whole body was sore. I try to remember what happened but all I remember is walking into the forest. I can barley remember where I live. I kick down the wooden cell bars. I walk out and look around. I gasp in surprise. Everything was made of wood! There was leaf sticking out of the wood, too.
"Where am I?!" I say aloud.
I run down the hall of cell's, go down stairs and they was more cell's! I keep going down stairs
I was sitting in the front row of a conference room, listening to the buzz of the AC. My mind was still trying to sort out how I got here and why I was wearing this strange new dress. There were others, all looking as puzzled as me, but none of us spoke to each other. Personally, I didn’t want to. I just wanted to go home. I had things to do and no time for whatever this was.
In the front of the room was a desk with a pitcher labeled ‘Palm Wine.’ A little note under it said it was good for cleaning out the body and soul, whatever that meant. I wasn’t interested.
Why was I here and why were there no doors?