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Challenge of the Month VIII
Running. You are (or your character is) running from something. Or running to something. Or maybe you just left the faucet running. The theme this month is running. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose. $100 purse to our favorite entry. Outstanding entries will be shared with our publishing partners.
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At the End of the Track

I sit physically paralyzed by indecision

I tremble with worry

I can’t focus

It is all just too much

It never stops

Agonizing thoughts drag my all-too submissive brain along for the ride

They come pouring down without apology

I stand in the direct spout of a running faucet of all-consuming despair

Each droplet that hits my body stinging with self-criticism

The droplets rush so fast I am in danger of drowning

I try to pull myself out, try to refocus on something else

Instead I am now locked onto a train with no brakes

It rushes faster and faster

Running, running, running

Charging ahead towards an inevitable fall, for the bridge is out

The bridge is out and I cannot stop the train

It continues running with it’s own self-sustaining fuel

The bridge grows ever closer

I turn and try to run back through the train cars, away from the severed bridge

I run backwards thruogh a charging train making no progress

I can’t even sustain a pace to match the train so much that I should make no gains

No, instead I am pulled backwards

My running is for naught

I am running in the wrong direction

I am not strong enough to best the forces pulling me inevitably in the opposite direction

I near the bridge and the sink fills with water

I can’t run anymore