15 Stories for 15 Days: Day Two

The 15 for 15 contest is held about once every nine months or so. The way it works is that every day at 8:30 WDC time, a picture prompt is posted. You have 24 hours to post your story that the prompt inspires. Here is the interesting part: You only have 15 minutes to write your story. You can think about it all day but once you start writing, 15 minutes is what you get.

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The contest is limited to 50 competitors. Each day, there are 5 winners. First place will get 1004 points, second place will get 1003 points etc. The person with the most total points at the end of the 15 day contest is the winner.

The prompt for this story is the following picture:

My Entry

Focus came slowly.

There was no sensation of pain or sound; in fact, there was nothing at all. She could see but not clearly, not yet at least.

Her first thought … Where am I? was followed quickly by a more urgent, Who am I?

She fought the overwhelming urge to panic and soon found that she could recognize what she was seeing. Those are trees, she thought. That was something. In fact, it was everything and she held onto it as tightly as she could. She may not know much, but she knew what a tree was.

Try to remember. Try, try, try. Come one Janice, try to remember. Wait a minute! I’m Janice! I remember my name!

The elation brought tears to her eyes. She could tell she was crying because the trees were beginning to blur. Without conscious thought, she tried to wipe away the tears only to find she couldn’t. Further experimentation showed that she couldn’t move at all.

Maybe I’m hurt, she thought. I just need to be patient. Help will come and this nightmare will be over.

There was a slight flicker overhead. Something wasn’t quite right with the trees. They blinked and blurred a few times and then disappeared all together.

That’s when she saw them. She was in a room surrounded by beings with large almond-shaped heads and dark eyes. They seemed to just becoming aware of the fact that she was now aware of them. All of them seemed to be moving with a sense of urgency.

That’s when Janice realized the nightmare wouldn’t be over soon. In fact, it was just beginning.

The aliens scrambled about and a switch was thrown just she opened her mouth to scream…

Focus came slowly.

There was no sensation of pain or sound; in fact, there was nothing at all. She could see but not clearly, not yet at least.

Her first thought … Where am I? was followed quickly by a more urgent, Who am I?