Labyrinth

You wake up one morning and find that you aren’t in your bed; you aren’t even in your room. You’re in the middle of a giant maze. A sign is hanging from the ivy: “You have one hour. Don’t touch the walls.” Finish the scene.

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  1. logictoinsanity

    I yawned as a woke up, only to realize I wasn’t in my bed, I wasn’t even in my
    room. I rubbed the haze from my eyes and sat up, finding myself surrounded by
    brown rock walls that seemed to go up for miles. I got to my feet and looked
    around for any explanation, but all I saw was a plain white sign with the words
    ‘You have one hour, don’t touch the walls’ scrawled in messy, smudged black ink.
    I took a slow, deep breath and ran a hand through my messy black hair, looking
    around and trying to think of a plan, while doing my best to hold back they panic
    growing in the back of my mind. I began to wander around the room, making sure
    not to touch the walls, only to notice that it wasn’t a room at all, in fact it
    appeared to be some kind of hallway. Curious, and having no other idea of what
    to do, I let the hallway lead me in twisting lines and circles. I always went
    right when I encountered a choice, for no real reason other than I was right
    handed and I though maybe if I only went right I wouldn’t get lost. I was
    defiantly lost. None the less, I countinued on my way through what I now realized
    was a maze of sorts, with no concept of how long I’d been there. The sign had said
    I had an hour, but an hour for what? To escape the maze? To find something? To live?
    I didn’t know, but soon enough, it wasn’t my biggest concern. I heard a deep, primal growl
    echo through the maze, and I realized I wasn’t alone. I began to run, not knowing where to or
    what from, but not having any other idea of what to do. I ran and ran, making four turns (which
    was how I’d taken to measuring time) before realizing that it appeared to be getting darker. I
    cussed under my breath, looking around for any source of light, but, as was to be expected, finding
    nothing. I racked my brain for any ideas, but before I could think of anything it was pitch black.
    I couldn’t see anything, I couldn’t feel anything without touching the walls, and all I could hear
    was that angry, starving growl that appeared to be getting closer. I knew I couldn’t stay where I
    was, the creature, whatever it was, would find me. So I stuck my hands out in front of me and slowly
    began making my way towards where I was pretty sure the maze turned. I did that fairly easily, but
    then I had nothing but chance to tell me where to go. I took a deep breath and screwed my eyes shut,
    more of an instinctual thing than useful, and began to walk. I took about 15 steps before I ran into
    a wall and felt a jolt of painful electricity course through my body. I fell to the ground with a
    scream, all the hair on my body standing on end as I did so. I only stopped when I heard a low, robotic
    Laugh that sounded as if it came from everywhere around me. “Well now, I told you not to touch the walls,
    you should learn to listen. Screaming wasn’t very smart, that just helps him find you. Good luck!” The
    voice said, using a mocking, sing-song voice for the last phrase that made me want to find the source and
    punch them in the face. I wanted to cry, I wanted to scream and yell until my voice ran course, until the
    pain in my throat made it impossible to make another sound, but I knew that would only draw the creature
    closer, and make my own life shorter. “How long has it been?..” I asked, my voice low and hoarse. I figured
    that if the voice could hear me at all and was willing to respond, it could hear without me shouting. It
    did, and what it said made my skin crawl. “Fifty eight minutes. Good luck!” It answered, repeating that
    same phrase. I had two minutes, if that sign was to be trusted. I had to think of a way out of here, and
    fast. I began to walk once again, slowly and more hesitantly this time, only to run into yet another
    electrified wall after only 3 steps. I let out a scream, before realizing that this would only put me in
    more danger. That fear was confirmed when I heard the ever closer creature let out a monstourus roar, I
    screamed once again, this time in fear, and broke out into a run. The creature sounded as if it was only
    a few maze-turns away, but I was making to progress. I screamed and cried, running into wall after wall
    as the growls grew closer. I’d never felt fear like this before, a deep rooted, instinctual fear, my heart
    racing, my mind scattered, my only concern being to survive. I stopped running, freezing in place and
    trying desperetly to collect my thoughts and come up with a plan. I didn’t realize how bad of a mistake
    this was until I felt the hot, reched breath of the beast on my neck. I was frozen with panic, my only
    instinct was to run, but my body was unable to obey. They creature growled, almost as if it was laughing
    in satisfaction. I felt it’s claws touch my body, and everything went silent. I never even felt the pain
    of my death. I also didn’t live to see the lights flicker back on, illuminating my dead body and the
    harmless fake monster looming over me, or the voice say, as if to an audiance, “So, friends, family,
    investors, aquaintances, that is how my maze can literally kill someone using only the power of their own
    fear. It’s uses are endless, be it prisons, torture, punishment, or pleasure. Bidding starts at one million
    dollars.”

  2. PeaceLoveWriting

    (Here’s a little note beforehand: I found this post a little later so I hope you don’t mind)

    I wake up from my nap to my bed vibrating. Wait, not even my bed vibrating, it was the ground.

    Come to think of it, how did I even get on the ground, let alone a maze. I find my glasses next to me, slightly cracked due to the mini earthquake. Once I slip them on, I notice a sign on the ivy crawling up the old stone walls.

    It reads: “You have one hour. Don’t touch the walls.”

    What? How did I even get here? I just wanted a nap after work, not an adventure.

    More questions clouded my head. What happens if I do touch the walls? What happens if time runs out? What am I even supposed to do?

    I sat up. If anything, I was going to die if time ran out, or if I touched the walls. Now, if I did die, hey. You can’t blame a girl for trying.

    My first question pops up, and I tried to push it away. But it comes back. Technically, the answer to the question is a matter of life or death: Which way to go first?

    My instincts tell me to go left, but my heart says to go right. After standing up for a few minutes, I decide to right. I spend about 20 minutes doing this, until I see a door in front of me.Suddenly, a voice sings in a mischievous tone: “Congratulations for completing phase one. Open the door, and watch your step. Forty minutes left.” Then it seems as if some on has just hung up a phone, just a beeping noise notifying you the person has hung up.

    Watch your step? Whatever did that mean? I opened the door and took a large step,thinking the same stone pavement was under me. But I felt my face being slapped by wind, my legs frantically kicking, my lungs hollering at me to take a large gulp pf air.

    That was it. Air. I was in the air. I can fly! I started to spread my arms and started to flap and-

    SMACK!

    I hit the ground, a puddle of blood my only way to see my reflection. I had a huge gash on my head and left knee, and worst of all, my glasses had disappeared in the air. Great. Now I’ll totally be able to-

    “How in the world? I can see! I can see!”

    I rejoiced, then remembered the point. I sat down, relaxing. I rested my tired back on a wall and-

    SCREECH! SCREECH! SCREECH!

    An alarm went off. But that wasn’t all.

    The walls were closing in on me.

    I completely panicked, my claustrophobia taking over my body, and I did what all people would do.

    I sprinted. I tried to do everything I could, but everything was now sealed in dead ends.

    The walls got so tight that I felt as if my ribs were being crushed into tiny pieces.

    And I was finally sealed into the darkness.

  3. Mom a3

    The Maze
    I was awakened by a loud gust of wind. I was definitely not in my room. I was surrounded by tall shrubs. There was a wooden sign planted in the ground, and it read: Do not touch the walls. You have one hour.
    I frantically looked around, trying to figure out where I was. I began to run, jumping over several cords that led to God only knows. The air was thinning, and the shrubs grew. I continued to run, until suddenly a troll came into sight. I had nothing to protect me, so I just ran in its direction, hoping it would move. It didn’t and—- thud!
    I knew that would leave a bruise, but I ignored that thought and crawled under the troll. I stood up and immediately ran. It just stood there dumbfounded. “You have 30 minutes left” a mysterious voice said. I finally saw light. I ran as fast as I could towards it and the ground became pure gold. ” What the heck?” I said aloud. “You made it, good job….. brother.” A man said.

  4. mweisssss

    The first thing I noticed was the silence. It’s normally loud in my house, given that growing up with five other siblings there would be a bit of noise. The silence was unnerving. The wind woke me next, tickling my bare feet. I always slept with an obnoxious amount of blankets, hating when my feet weren’t covered. What finally snapped me out of my hazy slumber was the moist grass I lay on instead of my queen sized bed. Its dew droplets dampened my clothing as I rolled over and sat up to look around. I was surrounded on three sides by enormous tall statures of ivy, and in front of me lay a foggy vision of more isles. I set my hands down to push myself up and found under my palm a piece of parchment. Scrawled in almost illegible writing it read, “Don’t touch the walls. You have one hour.”

    I stood up and felt faint. Where was I? How did I even get here? More importantly, what happened after one hour? My only choice was to walk at this point, so I stumbled into the unknowing distance. Turning back to a sudden snap, the walls seemed to have started to close upon my entrance and kept approaching my footsteps. The walls. I couldn’t touch them. I broke into a frantic jog, rounding the corner to the left coming face to face with a deer. It stared at me, it’s huge dark brown eyes blinking at me. Then it continued to walk by, into the advancing brush. I screamed as its pelt started to melt on contact with the ivory walls. What was this place? The deer’s skin fell away to the acidic waste of the maze, leaving only its sizzling bones in its path. This labyrinth was some sort of Venus Fly Trap, and I was soon to be its next meal.

    “Run.” The familiar handwriting lay in front of me on the ground as I rounded the corner from the deer’s corpse. Heeding its command, just in time, the walls closed in on my former furry friend and raced towards me. Years of cross country came in handy as I raced through miles of the green death trap. I passed more creatures on my path, the walls closing in a bit faster than before with each mangled animal’s body. The thought of death seemed inevitable, only the notes giving me some semblance of hope. They lay in my path, before each turn, as a guide to which direction to go. In the beginning the notes crossed the reoccurring path of decaying skeletons, but seemed to branch off from each other mile after mile.

    I came to a fork in the maze, the imbedding note telling me to take a left turn down an eerily dark trail, none like before. To my right lay piles of skeletons, but I now noticed these to be human. I would surely meet my demise and end this tortuous race if I bared right; the thought of death was beginning to sooth my aching muscles. But I couldn’t give up, the hour had to be up any minute now anyways. Dismissing thoughts of that enticing end to my struggle, I sprinted down the left corridor into the blinding darkness.

    I awoke with a jolt in my bed, my bare feet peeking out from my comforter tickled by the morning breeze from my open window. My baby sister, the youngest of us six, wailed downstairs. I was home.

  5. darkrie1475

    By now, I am completely desperate.
    All my money is gone. My clothes is turned into rags. Chicago’s worst con man, Mieurni Capioli, is now holding my family hostage and wants me to pay back the hundred thousand dollars I loaned from him (which I never remember). It is the end of the third day, and one day until my family dies. I paid off $90,000 by enlisting the help of the PD, but somebody in the Mob has stolen the money long before. I have $10,000 left, with no way to pay it. I have one option.
    I walk to the small shack next to the bank. I open the door, and there is a signup sheet on a desk. Nobody has signed up before me. I take a deep breath, imagine the faces of my family, and reach into my pocket. I pull an blood red ink pen that has magically appeared in my pocket, and I sign my name on the signup sheet. The pen disappears, and there is a sharp sucking sound. Now all I have to do is wait.
    When I go into bed that night, I secure the house, and I turn off everything that wastes power. I don’t need it for tomorrow.
    And then?
    I wake up in the middle of Walker’s Labyrinth, a maze where, if you live, you get what you most desire. If on cue, $10,000 appears in my pocket, along with an unfamiliar weight in my other pocket. I reach into it, feel its handle, and know instantly what it is. Now all I have to do is survive. I glance over, and see the sign. It’s hanging from the ivy, and it says, “You have one hour. Don’t touch the walls.”
    Craptastic.
    In a brief surge of morbid curiosity, I wonder what happens if I touch the walls. I push it away, and prepare myself. I pick a random direction and set off.
    Over the better part of 30 minutes, my life is always in danger. One segment is intensely hot, with the only cold spaces right next to the walls. Another has a swarm of bugs rushing through the center, buffeting me. An unusual one that stands out in my mind is a normal hallway in appearance that makes the urge to touch the walls stronger and stronger. I was panting with exertion by the end not to touch the walls. Impossibly, I make it to the end, and it is cruel.
    There are three identical doors, with a sign over them saying, “One is real. and the others are painted into the wall. You have 20 minutes to decide. Choose wisely.”
    How am I supposed to choose? All look identical, with no signs suggesting which is real and which is painted. and in anger, I turn around, seeking to go back. A door has replaced the exit. There is light coming out from under it, and a wind brushes past my feet. Barely hoping, I open it.
    I am standing in front of Mieruni’s house. The door is ajar. I walk in. Mieruni is standing in front of my family, his back to me. He does not know I’m here. I cough. Mieruni spins around. I chuck the money at him. It hits him in the face. He staggers. I pull the gun out of my pocket, and I shoot him.
    And then?

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