She layed on a cold surface. Opening her eyes she realizes she isn't in a very familiar room, not to mention laying on the floor in the room. The air was cool and the only sound was the buzzing of the light overhead, which gave off a faint blue glow.
"Where am I?" She said quietly to herself. As if her voice activated something a beep of an intercom echoed through the room.
"Welcome contestant number 52. You have been specially chosen for Write or Die, if you take a look at your surroundings, you'll notice it doesn't look very welcoming. You're room may become off limits as we move some comforts of home in for you." The game show like voice said, "I know you're probably wondering, 'what comforts of home?', well to make your stay here a great one, you're memories have been confiscated. Thank you for your cooperation, please make your way to the meeting room for more information."
The speaker beeped once again as the intercom turned off. The room was, again, filled with silence. The meeting room is were the intercom said to go, but something seemed off about this whole thing. Contestant 52 stood up off the floor, and walked toward a nearby door.
YOU ARE READING
Write or Die
HorrorWriters are amazing, but what would happen if a game was created where you have to write? and what if you refuse or miss a day of writing? then you die, the rules are simple, but how do people escape from a place like this?
