Fiction

    10/02/2020                      Murder Maze

By:Hailey Knowles

The maze was enormous and Kassandra wasn’t even sure if there was an end to it. She had been travelling through the maze for almost a full day now and she hadn’t found the minotaur which was the reason she had gone in there in the first place.

I turn the corner, another dead end. I turn back around and go left, right, left, another dead end. Just three hours ago I was free, driving, wind in my face, music blaring. Now I'm in this impossible maze. This is my worst nightmare.

As Timothy wakes up, he hears the loud rattle of the Orito Express, the local train system, roar over his house. He gets up “Ugh, what time is it?” He checks his watch, it reads 5:34 A.M., Wednesday 6/23/2042.

      My hands brush against the dead grass, something once so green now unrecognizable. The sky is black with smoke, though there are no clouds. I pull up my mask slightly, trying to stop ash from getting inside.

I walked through a long dirty alley with a flower pinned to my jacket. I was drunk and stumbling over broken glass, gum wrappers and the laces of my shiny shoes. It wasn’t a joyous inebriation; the stars seemed distant in the brown city light.

My heart is racing faster than I could possibly run. He has me trapped, there's nowhere to go but forward, I slow down to take in my surroundings, the walls on all sides of me 15 feet high, the dogs barking in the distance behind me, I sigh.

As I get home from the long walk to my friends house, I walk up the driveway to my house and I see my dog, Charlie, staring at me with his warm brown eyes. I walk up close to him.

How could you do this? Why did you do this?

It is a huge and infinite maze, I thought to myself. I’ve been stuck here for a whole week now, and the closest I’ve been to the exit of this giant maze was a week ago when I got thrown in here.

I sat on a street corner, watching two women across the street gamble. The streetlights were flickering on and off, and whenever the street was periodically plunged into darkness I heard them swear.

They sat in a circle smoking. I didn't smoke; I hated the smell. They were loud. They held their cigars with arrogance and careless ambition. Their hands were relaxed and their elbows were planted firmly on tables that were far from clean.