Following is another of my 100 word short story.
I open my eyes to claustrophobic darkness. I flail, kick and scramble to escape the bleakness. After what seems like a struggle of a lifetime; I rest my head against the wall, my breath exaggerated. ‘Damn it!’ I cry out loud. My voice echoes. Cul de sac? I question myself. I see a shadow pass. Suddenly it’s towering behind me. Close enough that I feel something clammy. It grips my hands. My voice cracks, ‘Who are you?’ ‘Your fear’, a menacing reply echoes. ‘What do you mean’ I ask confused. The shadow whispers, ‘I’m your writer’s block’. Lights burst on.