Utterly Stuck In Wall の小説・ストーリー

The phone glitched instantly. The screen flickered violently. Messages overlapped. Corrupted. Unreadable. The hum in the room spiked sharply. Then broke. A loud crack echoed through the space. The walls shifted again. More violently this time. “That’s it,” the other me said quietly. “Keep going.” I didn’t stop. Didn’t slow down. I threw the phone against the wall. It hit hard. Then dropped. Still flickering. Still glitching. The room reacted immediately. The floor trembled slightly.

He had to get out of the room. He put his hands on the hole and pulled. He put in all his weight (which, admittedly, wasn't very much). The door moved only a few inches, painfully slow. He paused, trembling. Something was stuck. Again he pulled on the door with all his strength and with a jerk it released a crack and he stumbled back a few steps, but could still catch himself before he fell to the ground. But the procedure had made a hell of a noise in the dead silence of the building. Holding his breath, he remained motionless for several moments, waiting for an outside reaction. The silence was almost perfect, only in the far distance water was dripping down from high heights

The Wall is the worst thing about this whole camp. It's like an obstacle we went over the first few days, but ten times harder. That obstacle had pieces of Velcro on it to help you not slip. The Wall is completely smooth, and around five feet higher. You have to run to gain momentum and then climb like Spiderman until you get on the top of it. Elliot and Lesley have climbed it as a demonstration countless times without even running out of breath, but none of us delinquents have been able to.

As I stare at them, one thought takes over everything else: I need to get out of here. I can’t stay stuck in here, especially with him. I need a way out. Rushing toward the elevator doors, I slam my hands against the cold metal, palms flat, fingers splayed. I push. I shove. I dig my nails into the seam between them, trying to pry them apart, but they don’t budge. Not even a creak. Just solid, unyielding steel, as if mocking me with its stillness. "Hello?" I call out, my voice echoing off the walls. "Anyone there? We’re stuck in here! Please help!"

The wall reformed right before our eyes. “Really? You’re kidding me right now!” Callie slammed her right foot into the wall with frustration then bounced back, hopping on the other foot, “Ow, ow, ow. It’s a real wall.” I sighed and shook my head. How was that even possible? Moving an entire rock wall. “I know this is some witchcraft-type stuff going down here.” Callie retorted. “How do we get in?” I said, mostly to myself.

All of a sudden, my body collided with a wall and all of my credentials flies on the floor. Wait a minute....A wall? I waited to feel the pain at the moment but I felt nothing. In fact, the wall had moved by it self. Just incredible! I never knew a wall could move all by it self. Just as I was about to regain my posture back, I heard a very deep husky voice. "Can you watch your way next time?....so clumsy". He hissed and walk away.

As soon as I did, the cot collapsed, and I hugged the bar to my chest. When I didn’t hear anyone coming to find out what the sound was, I ran over to the window to try to dig myself out. The foundation started crumbling as soon as I started stabbing the bar into the wall. I worked on the wall for a while and had to ignore the scrapes my hand kept getting every time my hand slipped. After a while, I managed to dig out one corner of the window, but it still wasn’t good enough. By now my hands were covered in dirt and blood, but I didn’t stop. I kept trying to connect with Stryker but couldn’t get through.

I looked around frantically, trying to find any sign of familiarity in this place that I could understand - the dark and dirty walls, the smell of urine that was mixed in with dust. I could see the person whoever they were was. Just staring at me, the room was poorly lit and I could not see their face properly, I wanted to scream but no sound would come out, I tried again and again but nothing came out. I struggled but couldn't move, my muscles locked and my limbs refused to respond to any command, the only thing I managed to accomplish was to move my right shoulder slightly. But it was useless. No movement. No reaction whatsoever. Just a stiff and unmoving shoulder, completely stuck in a po

“You want to be stubborn? I'll show you stubborn.” Emma was successfully approaching the gates, which of course weren't opening when she felt her car becomes stuck. It wasn't moving forward or backward but was still on. She added more gears, but to no avail. It felt like something hung onto it. She twisted in her seat and looked backward. “Come in!” she disapproved, throwing her hands in the air when she finally saw the cause of her stagnation. “You've got to be hiding me!” she yelled again, slamming her palm into the horn numerous times.

I pounded against the wall, seeing the bond disappear into it. ‘Nate! No! Please! Please don’t! Don’t lock me out! Please!’ I shouted at the wall as I pounded against it. It wasn’t budging, and I howled, throwing my forehead against it. Once, twice, but the third time I just rested against it. ‘Please. Don’t shut down the one thing I have. Please. Don’t.’