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The creature beat on the invisible walls surrounding it on all sides, the prison it could not see. It scratched and clawed and bit and tore, trying to pry away whatever magical force kept it in place, but it found no quarter. Outside, the giants stared with wide eyes and they pointed and laughed in their strange tongue. A powerful beast, confined to a glass jar.
By Skye URL on 10.25.2014
The girl was confined into the insane asylum. It reeked of feces and urine, and the only thing she wished to do was leaved. As she was shoved into a concrete cell, her elbows were cut open and blood began to trickle down her arms.
By Mimi on 10.25.2014
he was claustrophobic. even being in a small room with the door closed drew strained breathing and mumbles of needing to leave from him. remarkably so, he was fine. he was jammed inside of a box and his air supply was most likely running low (he had no way of knowing, of course) but he was fine.
By newt URL on 10.25.2014
И така намразих ограничените хора. Коне с капаци.
Ходят напред, гледат телевизия, ядат, каквото намерят, не приемат чужди гледни точки, не приемат нищо. Мразят.
И аз ги мразя.
Вие сте глупави.
И това е – ограничението.
Вероятно това е най-големият човешки порок. Не искам да се срещам с него. Не искам да познавам такива хора.
Спрете да съдите.
Никога не знаете през какво преминава някой друг.
Не знаете какво е в неговата душа така, както той не знае какво е във вашата. И нямате право.
By Plamena on 10.25.2014
one word is not an easy thing to describe .it can barely understood by many,for many that matters a lot.one word never counts to be one,it can lead to number of ways.wow,am i writing about one word!!!see,how it has given birth to number of words.
By naveen on 10.25.2014
I can hear my own breathing. It’s loud in my ears, almost deafening. And yet I accept it, because it feels like a hundred years since I’ve heard anything else. My voice long ago gave out, but my ears could still hear my own breath echoing inside my box.
By Manda Rose on 10.25.2014
I’ve been confined in my mind, trapped and the invisible curtain cries from my eyes.
By babington on 10.25.2014
I hate it so much so much so much. I curl up in a ball and let my breaths go shallow, gulp until there’s no air left. God, there’s no air left. I am so fucking afraid.
I am dimly aware of Alyssa shaking my shoulder and saying, “Hey, it’s okay, there’s nothing wrong,” but I don’t hear her. Logic doesn’t matter. I hate myself for being so afraid of this room with the closed doors, but there’s no point in reasoning with fear.
By tentwelvefourteen URL on 10.25.2014
I didn’t even understand what the word meant :D maybe you should make a littre definition for the word. Thank you
By imad on 10.25.2014
My breathing grew shallow,
The walls closing in all around me,
Slower than the eye could trace,
Yet my beating heart knew the truth.
Incrementally, one half at a time, I was being crushed.
I only hoped that the walls never covered the distance of the other half.
By Siege URL on 10.25.2014
in my confines i hide
slowly dying trapped inside
i could escape, but where to go
this prison is all i know
alone i’m searching in the dark
trying to discover my own heart
wistfully i reminisce
about the days i sorely miss
from when i thought that this was light
but no, my prison holds me tight
By suzy on 10.25.2014
i am trapped here, slowly dying. confined within my brain. how poetic. escape? why bother trying. how can i escape
when i built my own prison?
Michiko had been happy at first, but started to feel confined when they had children, which she had expected would not happen. She thought that since Dave was British, he would be more open minded than a Japanese husband. But he still worked till midnight, still went drinking with his coworkers, and only helped out on weekends, which was the only time he was around. She had thought for a long time about getting out, and the diagnosis her doctor had given her four months ago had been the breaking point. She could not leave her children with him, she had to know they would be taken care of. That was why she had asked her parents to adopt them.
By tonykeyesjapan URL on 10.25.2014
don’t even try
in your own confines
you did this to yourself, you know
how else would you get here
why else would you be stuck here
can’t escape the prison you love
all i’ve ever known
though it hurts
at least i’m safe
a lightening in the darkness
now it’s blinding
hurts more than chains i’ve never left
he had been confined in this space for more than an hour. this time he already knew what she wanted and he was sure he could get it to her, he just wasn’t sure if she would follow through on her end of the bargain.
By feliciadelaawesome URL on 10.25.2014
stuck, cramped in a place and not being able to move or do what you want, restricted, stuck in a place and not given freedom
By Shazia URL on 10.25.2014
i am confined by
lights and dreams i conjured years ago
leaving me gasping and
seeing dazzling stars in
By Lily Evans on 10.25.2014
The space is trapped and silent. Underneath the covers, blankets weighting down her knees, Anna knows that she needs to roll out of bed and visit the world outside her bed, but she can’t manage to move. Legs sore from exercising yesterday, heart sore from lack of sun, she leans against the pillows and tries to stand. There’s nothing actually stopping her from leaving the bed, she knows that, but…
“Are you getting up?” The text message sits in her phone, unanswered.
Anna rolls over and submits to the fog of sleep for just five more minutes.
By E on 10.25.2014
that it’s not free
By Rafael on 10.25.2014
The walls are closing in, the walls are closing in. I can’t breathe.
Think, Anna, think, I chide myself. Though thinking is hard over the sheer panic.
I don’t like enclosed spaces. I’ve never liked enclosed spaces, and this room with its lack of windows and locked door are bringing out the very worst in me.
By terradi URL on 10.25.2014
Teeth bared and hackles high, the whirling mass of ebony fur threw itself against the reinforced bars of its cage over and over again without respite. The beast, the essence of nature itself, couldn’t bear to be confined, to be chained like a common dog. It wasn’t the way of wild things to willingly bend beneath any force, even magic, or so Regina was beginning to understand.
By S.C. Lovelace URL on 10.25.2014
His young child grasped a cherry in her hand, crushed it quietly, quickly, the pit rolling down her palm onto the grass, locking up the rest.
The next year a cherry tree was there in her place, young and gnarled, branches twisting on themselves, stabbing through leaves and fruit alike.
By Anna Meursault on 10.25.2014
Behind the zipper awaits a long, slow groan.
You can hear it building in anticipation.
Relief sounds like an echo in the canyon.
It feels like the wind running its fingers through your hair.
By Intuition URL on 10.25.2014
So deep seated was I, beside myself
A sole soul buoyant in a swelling sea of
marvel, wonder, and that which I’ve yet to know
exists, right outside these walls.
By Ian URL on 10.25.2014
Confined inside of myself
Colors and numbers and words
Fighting each other to escape
My brain of single mindedness
Stuck in my box
Stories swell like waves
Then crash in on themselves
How to I escape
By Kumquat URL on 10.25.2014
So deep seated was I, beside myself
A sole soul buoyant in a swelling sea of
marvel, wonder, and that which I have yet to know
exists, right outside these walls.
By Xeris URL on 10.25.2014
Duplicate post from off my account, sorry all~
What’s it like to be a prisoner of your own mind, confined for an infinite number of years? I don’t know how long my sentence is, and I don’t know how to keep myself going. If I speak out, if I reach out for help, I’ll be judged because mental illnesses always have a stigma attached to them; a fun package deal.
By Ashe URL on 10.25.2014
The world is a much less defined place when I am confined… Happiness is distant… eluding me hidden and confined.
By Artdlr URL on 10.25.2014
Darkness consumes me. It confines me, to the dark cage in my mind. I’m suffocated. But I continue through my day, confined only in my mind. Not being able to fly, not being able to sing. Just sitting in the darkness, past midnight.
By Antonia URL on 10.25.2014
It appears as though I’ll be encased in sand today. Maybe even tomorrow.
And probably the day after that.
The world has dried up, and it bears no more fruit.
I wondered why I got my hopes up, and I think that I never shall again.
There is no greater sense of discomfort, than that of being confined. Specifically alone.
The mind is a terrible prison.
By Iceman on 10.25.2014
I feel confined in this room. This room is very dark and seemingly devoid of people. Of life. suddenly, the lights are switched on and the room is flooded with white. I am tied up to a wall, hangin upside down. I look onward at my
By SoloSlinger on 10.25.2014
This is my second attempt at freewriting based on one word. Confined. Confined to this one word, I have to try to write something from nothing. Confined to this one restriction, I have to focus my hands on writing something even though I’m not allowed to think. I just have to write, right?
i can’t move, the walls are closing in on me, and the society will not release their release. “I command you to stop! You have no right to do this to me, your princess.” But the society reply, “There is no princess in you, if you dare break us”
By Jessica Lee on 10.25.2014
CONFINED! And NOT to my liking. Im pretty sure he knew…knew that this life is not for ME….for, I am a Free Spirit….unbound….and of a creative nature…..and old soul, if you will….for that is what Ive been told. Confinement will surely kill me…..ever so slowly!
By RaShelle URL on 10.25.2014
It was the walls that she noticed first. They scraped her sides, the backs of her legs, her palms. She was trapped.
By Denise Walker on 10.25.2014
There was no room in his head for stray thoughts. In the short time he had had to process his situation there were a million questions that demanded attention. The more they grew in number, the louder and more frantic they seemed to be in his head. He clutched the wall, staring straight ahead. His legs shaking, he attempted to move himself further to the corner. He would look down the hallway and that time there would be nothing there. He took a shaking breath and slowly turned his head around the corner, his mind suddenly silent.
By Shannon on 10.25.2014
Confined to this space, surrounded on all sides by thick, brick walls, built to withstand any impact made by humans. I paced to and fro across my cell. My thoughts rewinded each and every memory, trying to piece together how I ended up in this situation.
By umbazachika URL on 10.25.2014
I feel locked up. The walls won’t stop closing in. they laugh and jeer, but they’re wrong. Why won’t they see it? I tried to tell them. But they put me here. It’s so obvious. Right in front of their eyes.
By Evan on 10.25.2014
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