Literature
In Silence
Darkness suffocated my surroundings inside the box. I could smell mustiness from the stolid air outside my prison. There was a small slit opened just above my focus of view. There was no padding for my bones, only hard, coarse wood restricting my movement. Well, wherever I was I was only waiting to die unless I found a way to escape. I tried to insert my fingers into the small slit, but it was no use, so I pushed my knees up trying to break free with all of my strength but this proved futile as well. My next plan involved kicking the area in front of my feet until a hole appeared and eventually with much effort I broke a gash in the acrid wom
