I just made this up and it's not from an existing WIP. Thanks to Rachael Harrie and the all the writers participating. I hope it doesn't suck too bad. Oh, and I hit two-hundred words exactly!
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"WITHIN"
The door swung open.
This made things even weirder since the door wasn’t even there moments before.
I stared at the empty space, a dark chasm with floating blue lights twinkling within.
The question was: “Should I enter?”
I rubbed my wrists where the rope had been tied for so long.
I wasn’t crazy.
I was put here because people thought I was crazy.
But often, the first symptom of craziness, was saying, “I’m not crazy.”
If I could find a way back, I could prove my case.
That was all I needed.
A…way…to…get…back.
I took a ragged breath, then stood up and walked to the open door. My legs were stiff and my joints creaked. Cool air caressed my face and a fine mist settled on my bare arms. My nostrils flared at the scent of loamy soil or newly turned earth.
I drew closer. The blue lights were actually stars, pulsating in rhythm with my heartbeat.
I closed my eyes and stepped through.
My heart jumped to my throat.
I fell, my arms and legs pin-wheeling behind me, cold air blasting into my open mouth.
I’m not crazy…
I’m not crazy…
I’m not crazy…
The door swung shut.
