Trapped

“Still my body kept on walking. Both hands hanging by my sides. I tried to command it to turn back, retrace my steps to a point of origin. I could not. I tried to move my arms and reach out to my back. I could not. I could only move my eyes. My shell was set in motion and I could not do a thing about it. I was jailed. Prisoner of this walking corpse, forced to feel, yet unable to act, nor even see clearly.”

An excerpt from Road to Hell, a short story by Hailie Andersen, soon to be published on Mug’s Tale.

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6 Comments Add yours

  1. Veena says:

    Portrays helplessness of the soul trapped in our mortal being.very well expressed.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you for your insightful comment, Veena. I am delighted you find it well expressed ❤

      Liked by 1 person

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