Hands tied down, my feet are sinking in hot quicksand.
I pull, fighting to free my hands. Rope burns and tears my skin, blood trickling down. I break free and quickly grab the twig of a tree.
Fighting hard, I set free to run from the torment grasp of life...
If you would like to join in on the 50 words Short Story, click on the link. It has all the rules and guidelines along with some great tips to help you write a good story. @jayna also does an awesome job at giving a 50 word prompt every week and shares all the stories that other Steemians are writing.