Buried, by Audiowriter

Wait, please stop! You don’t have to do this! I won’t tell a soul! Then, gritty dirt sticks to the moisture of my open eyes. Oh God, I need to wipe it away, but I can’t, I can’t move! My mouth and nostrils are filling with raw, damp earth. Why must I be buried without a casket? The dirt is getting heavy, there must be several hundred pounds of it on top of me. I have to get out of here! But I can’t move, because I’m dead, but why can I still feel my body? This must be hell.

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Audiowriter is an entrepreneur of many endeavors and a seasoned musician, located in southern Indiana.

 He has an obsessive compulsion to spend every available moment creating written text and audio recordings of melodic musical notes. He currently has several completed novels on the shelf awaiting publication, varying from graphic horror to commercial fiction. Also in his literary arsenal is an abundance of short stories, drabbles and lyrics. Many of his original songs and music are directly inspired by the intriguing tales flowing from his wildly descriptive imagination.

Should you dare to enter the realm of Audiowriter, go to – www.customaudioproductions.com/Audiowriter

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Posted on April 13, 2013, in Issue 8: Tiny Tall Tales Drabble Issue #2 and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. Wicked. Very good drabble.

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