Magdalen Davidson
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I identify chiefly as a Writer, Massage Therapist and Cat Mom. I enjoy writing fiction in short story form the most. Hope you enjoy! :)
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On Sharecropper’s Road
The summer wind gusted through the windows as we sped down the dirt road. It was pitch black and our old headlights didn’t light up much. Momma’s brown hair whipped along the contours of her face that I could see from the back seat. We needed to reach the highway soon. It wasn’t safe for us to be out on our own at night like this.
By Magdalen Davidson4 years ago in Fiction
The Caves
I don’t know what happened first, opening my eyes or not being able to catch my breath. My head swivels around and I can’t see much. There’s a sliver of light that creeps through the roof of the small, enclosed space around me. It’s a...pod. I try to move my arms to feel for a latch or handle to get out but I can’t lift them. My heart beats so fast I think it’s going to thump out of my chest. I slightly lift my right hand to feel--there’s a heart shaped locket in my hand. It’s warm and clammy, rusted now.. My hands are trembling so bad I can’t open it. I feel so weak. I can’t. I give up. All I notice now is the subtle, warmed metallic smell from the old locket that fills the pod. How long have I been in here? As my mind draws a blank I hear a thud that sounds far off but is close enough to make the pod vibrate. I imagine this is what small earthquakes feel like. The sound is followed by smaller thuds and screeching. The screeching gets closer and closer. It’s so close now I hold my breath in anticipation of what comes next. Something hits the metal on the outside of the pod and drags, making a squeaking noise. The sliver of light disappears for a few seconds. Once the thing being dragged across it passes it leaves a film, diluting the light. The thuds and screeching continue for a few more minutes and die off into the distance. Finally allowing me to have a moment of calm.
By Magdalen Davidson5 years ago in Fiction
