The following are the fiction pieces I wrote for Fyretober and Writetober for the day three prompts!

Fyretober: No Exit

Vines sprawled over the inside of the abandoned mansion, like sticky fingers trying to claim every part of the wall. Some twisted, others thrummed, and the ones before me tightened as if they couldn’t grip the wall any harder. 

My heart pounded in my chest as I spun to find another exit, even a window, but the slithering of leaves followed me, the vines keeping track of me. Their awareness spread through the vines faster than I could run.

I twisted, my shoes dragging on the rotting wooden floorboards, and I changed directions. There were stairs to below, possibly and old cellar. Hope tightened in my veins as I pushed myself harder, the vines twisting and pulsating alongside my every step.

The stairs descended into darkness, but there was no door at the bottom. Just empty hinges. I didn’t stop, I didn’t think. I just jumped, bouncing down the stairs two at a time. I slammed into concrete at the bottom and sprinted forward, my eyes not adjusted to the dark yet. But my body didn’t care, my mind didn’t understand. I simply flailed my arms before me, dragging my fingertips through thick cobwebs as I inhaled heavy dust.

I reached the far wall, but it too was covered in the same vines, these also vibrated.

They knew I was here, they knew my goal.

I thrust my fingers into them, but there was no door on the other side, no shelter door as I’d hoped.

Vines slithered from the walls and wrapped around my ankles, and this time I didn’t run.

I accepted my fate. There’s no exit.

Writetober: Wound

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