Zoe Fields
Bio
I’m not really here for the money, I’m not here for the notoriety, I’m here cause I have a lot on my mind and the best way to filter it out is to write. It’s interesting to see the world through the eyes of someone other than yourself.
Stories (1)
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Red Light, Green Light.
My head is pounding. My heart is racing. My ears are ringing. All that surrounds me is darkness. I spread my hands out in front of me only to be met at my finger tips by a cold hard wall. I lay my palm flat on the on the gritty surface, it brings me some comfort. I decided to drag my hand across the wall and crawl to blindly guide myself. As I crawled along the floor my hand touched a wet spot on the wall, I wiped it on my shirt and kept going. Another wet puddle submerged my hand, it felt so… warm. Slowly I reached my hand across the floor straying away from the wall, and I felt something.
By Zoe Fields 4 years ago in Fiction
