confined

October 25th, 2014

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54 Responses to “confined”

  1. The walls hug me tight and begin to squeeze my ribs so well. The fit is perfect like the size of a popular highness who wear a size double zero.

    By ClevaCrisp URL on 10.26.2014

  2. I was confined to a single room for the duration of my stay, not allowed to go outside or even open the blinds of my window. I had my own bathroom, thank God, but it was a small, claustrophobic extension of the cramped space I already had. In fact, everything in the room seemed smaller than usual. The bed, the couch, the television. I was going to go mad in a mere day after arriving. And this was only the beginning.

    By Belinda Roddie URL on 10.26.2014

  3. Mia looked over at Sam, sprawled across the bed.
    He slept like a child, and the innocence was too overwhelming for her.
    She broke out the door in cold sweat, and she noticed she was holding her breath the whole time.
    She couldn’t go on anymore.
    It was claustrophobic, her entire existence.
    And there was no point.

    “Here’s to freedom”, she thought, and leapt without hesitation.

    By Anita URL on 10.26.2014

  4. People are mostly confined to themselves. These are people who are introverts. Such people have hardly any success in their lives as if you don’t socialize with people you wont know more than what you do and your knowledge will be limited. If you are an extrovert it mean that you are easy going in life and are most probably destined to be successful in life.

    By Priyam on 10.26.2014

  5. I feel terribly confined lying next to you in this open bed.

    How dare you.

    By Lisa on 10.26.2014

  6. Firemen confined fire last night

    By Zahra URL on 10.26.2014

  7. I can feel how the amount of air in here is decreasing. It’s getting warmer, more smothery. But I can’t seem to find a way out of here. The walls are dancing and coming closer. I can’t find a way out of here.

    By Agnes on 10.26.2014

  8. I let out a low groan, wrapping my arms around my head. I panted short, hot, wet breaths until I couldn’t any more. God, the air was running out. I was going to die.

    I was dimly aware of Allyssa saying something like “Hey, it’s okay,” and “Just breathe.” Deep down, I knew that I was in no actual danger, but I had no grip on logic.

    By tentwelvefourteen URL on 10.26.2014

  9. No matter where I travel I still feel confined. Is this all we are? A sack of blood and bone, wandering endlessly around the planet while we try to make peace with the world before we die. Set me free.

    By dan URL on 10.26.2014

  10. When the day dawns grand and clear, you want to go out into the air. But when the call of responsibility and work and all those long lists keep you confined to your chair, it’s a grief and a burden to bear. So instead you spend the time wistfully staring out the window, wishing to be free.

    By CH on 10.26.2014

  11. I was never confined anywhere…I have the Universe at my back and my mind free to go anywhere it wants manifesting anything it wants. And the good thing is that my mind gets anything it manifests…

    By trkstr67 URL on 10.26.2014

  12. i raise my eyes
    is that a light
    slicing through the eternal darkness
    in which i am confined
    it couldn’t be
    but somehow it is
    it burns
    my dark-pale skin
    it is fresh
    and new
    and terrible

    By suzy on 10.26.2014

  13. i raise my eyes
    is that a light
    slicing through the eternal darkness
    in which i am confined
    it couldn’t be
    but somehow it is
    piercing my eyes
    it burns
    my dark-pale skin
    it is fresh
    and new
    and terrible
    hot
    and bright
    and noisy
    so unlike the cool dark
    to which i am accustomed

    By suzy on 10.26.2014

  14. within two pitch-black hemispheres, between two soft cushions of faux-leather, under an arch of polyethylene and silicone, beneath a perfectly curved sheet of shiny, galvanized aluminum, above a cord of brass and softened thermoplastic sits my pensive marble.

    By berenique URL on 10.26.2014