secondsuitoralois:

She opened the door; the rusted metal scratched against the cold stone floor. She didn’t know who she was or why she was there, but she had to get out. She had woken up to the darkness and it was driving her mad already. Time had slipped by her shaking form as she stepped out of the cell,…

 (( One, this is an amazing little short story. Let us make literary babies.

Two, you and I both seem to enjoy the abuse of semi-colons. o^o ))