Utterly Stuck In Wall Novels & Stories

I decided to go down to the kitchen to get a glass of water, I slid out of the bed, my bare feet hitting the floor. The room was pitchy . I walked slowly through the dark, my hands reaching out until my fingers brushed against the doorknob, I gripped the handle. Pushed down. The handle moved. The door did not budge, K. I frowned, thinking the old wood was just stuck. I pushed harder. It did not move,. It felt solid like a stone wall, I rattled the handle up and down feeling nervous "Jake?" I called out softly, "Jake are you awake? I think the door is stuck, Jake."

The realization that my physical retreat had come to an abrupt halt against the unyielding barrier of the wall was a metaphorical punctuation mark, a moment frozen in time that underscored the gravity of the situation. I could feel the coolness of the wall against my back—a tactile reminder of the limits that fate had imposed upon me. It was as if the very room itself had conspired to confine me, a labyrinthine trap that left me no choice but to confront the threat that stood before me.

All of it was too much. Her brothers had caught her as she stared, now turning to look at me but before they could see me, I was already turned away from the window, my back on the wall beside it, my heart beating fast. I had never felt so caught in anything, and it terrified me, in a way that I couldn't dare to explain.

has one bar of reception out here, not that there’s anyone to call. I wouldn’t want to call Jenna and get her worried. I just have to figure this out myself. Just as my eyes begin to droop with exhaustion, I spot a narrow gap in the trees up ahead. Hoping it’s a side road that might lead to what I hope it will, I steer Betty towards it only to find the way blocked by an overgrown thicket of brambles and branches. My heart sinks as I twist the key in the ignition, silencing the engine with a cough of spent fuel. I’m alone in nowhere, stranded with no means of escape. Gravel crunch underfoot as I climb from the car, locking it instinctively though there’s no one for miles to see. Taking a dee

he placed a hand to his chest and feigned heartache. My eyes glanced at the clock that hung high on the wall in my sitting room. “Whatever, it’s getting late, you should leave” I stood up and dusted my pants. He stood up and also stared at the clock. “So early?” “Yes, please just go” “Can’t I stay for a little longer, there’s something I want to talk about” “Okay fine” my phone began to ring, I glanced at the screen and it was Cara. “let me just answer this call, ill be back” I picked up my phone and walked away from the sitting room.

Where will I hide something that I do not want someone else to see? I turned back to the other position and faced the wall, my eyes running everywhere and at the wall too All of a sudden, I spotted it and stopped, literally everywhere felt to have stopped too I stood up from the bed and my eyes are on the wall, I can see it too I took a step to the place I know I'm seeing, on the wall, I see little wraps of something I cannot ascertain, but I see it regardless I tugged on it harder, held the piece until I heard a crack, and then the wall was opening

He dragged me from the bed and out the door, slamming it hard behind him. “Disobedience!” Galterio roared and slammed his fist into the wall. His whole arm went through the wall as plaster, bricks and dust tumbled to the ground. He grabbed my shoulder roughly and slammed my back against the wall. My head bobbed back and hit against the wall hard, sending a ringing through my ears.

I crawled and crept, scrubbing over the walls with my fingers, feeling for anything other than a plain stoned wall. Several minutes had gone by and I had lost hope of finding anything that would help me out. I sat by the wall and heaved sigh after sigh. It didn't help that these walls were soundproof. Even if I screamed my lungs out, no one would hear me. The room suddenly became increasingly warm, up until I was drenched in sweat. "What's going on?" I asked myself in panic as the heat intensified. I banged on the door with all the might I could muster while the lights suddenly began the rapidly flicker on and off.

It floated away, bumping into the wall. He grabbed the door handle. He unlocked the deadbolt. He pulled. The door didn't budge. "It's stuck!" Elion yelled. "The wood! It swelled! The water warped the frame!" "Kick it!" Cale shouted. "Leverage!" Elion braced his foot against the jamb. He pulled with both hands. Nothing. It was sealed tight. "It won't open!" Elion cried. The panic was rising in his throat, choking him. "We're trapped!"

I could feel her eyes rolling, mane unfurling in irritation. But I did have an idea. An idiotic, ridiculous idea… but it was better than waiting to get caught. The walls narrowed as the dead end met. I lacked the strength I needed but with my body withered down to bones, this might just work. I propped one leg on the side of the wall as my forearm and shoulder braced the opposite wall. I shimmied myself up and placed my right leg against the concrete wall, spreading my arms between the two slats. I maneuvered up again and as my bare foot moved to propel myself upward, it slipped, throwing me back into the waste below with a deafening splash.