Dottie over at Tink's Place have come up with the idea for a Monday Morning Flash Fiction challenge. Each Monday a new picture prompt will be posted and if you choose to participate you post your story on Friday - 350 words, give or take.
I have to thank Blodeuedd at Book Girl of Mur-y-Castell for introducing me to this fun meme. I don't know if I'll be able to keep up with every week, but I'll give it a try from time to time.
My heart thrashed in my chest as fast as the speed-metal my punk brother listens to, to the point it hurt my ribs. Gasping for air I knew that...that thing could hear me, if their ears worked. But they had to; I couldn't guess anything to my favor.
My throat's swollen shut from the panting and heavy breathing I've been doing. I needed to keep moving to get away from it. I started running again, past all the large stone front buildings. It wasn't worth the time stopping to try the doors to find a place to hide. I'd already tried it. They're locked. I've realized the buildings where the same. A repeat of the same seven buildings, over and over and over again. The street never seemed to end and I couldn't see an end.
Nowhere to go and I was just about out of energy to run. Whatever was following me will over take me soon and who knows what it will do to me. I can hear the slapping of its feet on the brick road behind me.
Lightning flashed, the crack startling me into a stumble. I trip over my own feet, sluggish from exhaustion, scrapping my hands as I tumble to the bricks. Turning to sit on my butt, I saw it. No them. Closing the distance between us. The red on the ragged clothing, dragging of a leg here, the shuffle of another there. Skin peeling back like someone took a potato peeler to their graying skin but didn't finish. The stench that drifted toward me, and I turned my head to throw-up, it was like raw meat left to bake in the sun. I could see the maggots and insects crawling through the meat and when I turned back to the monsters coming toward me, I did see the creepy crawlies in the skin and on their faces, or what should have been a face.
I didn't have the energy to run any further, all I could see where the claws, bone and torn flesh of hands coming at me.
My eyes flew open, breathing radical, heart pounding like a hammer in my chest. I looked around in the dark; I didn't know where I was. My room, I'm in my room. In my soft bed, under warm blankets. But as I turn my head, I see the buildings similar to my nightmare.