I have never thought that I am really good at writing non-fiction, but after taking a look at other stuff, I realized that I probably am not as bad as some other people who post their works. So, I am going to start writing a story. My goal is not to focus on an elaborate plot, but try to be interesting. I usually fall asleep within the first sentence of people who post their stories here. I am pretty much writing this a little bit at a time, and I don't know how long I continue with this project, or how good it will turn out overall. Feedback would be very much appreciated. It might suck, it might be good, but I cannot really judge my own work.
Yes, there are grammatical/spelling mistakes. Don't be a prick about them.
Part 1: Escape
It hurts. It feels like my chest is caving in. The noxious gasses make my skin crack up, like the dry desert ground. I begin to wonder if there is any hope of getting out. Adrenaline pushes my heart to beat faster and faster. Ah. I can see it. I get a little closer and observe the metallic vent that sits loosely in the cracked wall. It falls out with a light tug. I grab the ledge of the hole, and with a deep breath I thrust myself into the air duct. Trying to be as quite as possible, I navigate the winding network of grey, aluminum ducts. I start to hear his muffled voice. I can hardly tell what he is saying through his thick accent. As I move on I realize his voice is getting louder and louder. His voice becomes less muffled as I approach a vent. I try to sneak past the vent, praying that he doesn't notice me. As I quickly glance out the vent, our eyes meet. Screw being quite. I try to crawl through the vent as fast as I can, but I wasn't fast enough...
Part 2: Lucky Fate
"Get rid of this one. He not worth da trouble" he commanded. The revolting smell of vodka and cheap cigars is in his breath. Next thing I know, two hefty men in leather jackets are dragging me through hallways, deeper and deeper. The air got colder as we went deeper into the dungeons. I could not imagine what they were going to do to me. Screams reverberate through the halls, and the smells of who-knows-what make me feel sick to my stomach. Luckily, I don't get much more time to think about my awful death, because the guards and I are suddenly being drenched in ice-cold water. In their scramble to figure out what is going on, they drop me on the ground. I look up to see that a pipe had burst. Without thinking anymore, I run as fastest I have ever ran in my life...
