Eternal Maze. Short Story.

He leaned against the wall. He was so tired, just a few moments rest. That was all. After a moment, he slid down it slowly. He’d been in this place for what felt like weeks, though there was no way to know in here. The walls were all the same, smooth and grey. He had no way of leaving a marking, no way to track how far he had come. Everything was the same here, every twist and turn. He had woken in this place with no idea of how he had gotten there. His clothes were gone, in their place a pair of light, white trousers and a white t-shirt. He took a deep breath, then stood. He should keep going. He had to get out of this place.

He tried to be systematic at first. He had heard once that if you walked a maze you could get out by running your hand along one side, but the place was too big. It seemed to shift and change constantly, the hallway he was in not a few seconds before would disappear, in its place a small room with several branching pathways.

His feet were starting to hurt, it was the first time it happened in this place. He had never been hungry or thirsty either. Sometimes he would get tired, but It always passed quickly. Not now though. Now it lingered, always there. He didn’t want to keep going but he had to. He needed to escape. There was no other choice. Escape or perish. It was getting harder to keep going, he just wanted to stop, stop and rest for ever. There were people though. People he wanted to see, needed to see. His family, his wife. He couldn’t give up.

He could no longer walk. His feet throbbed with each movement. As he crawled they jolted against the ground. It was painful, but better than walking.

His palms were bleeding, the trousers torn and bloody and still he kept going.

There it was. The exit. He stopped, staring at it. A wall of white. He would escape. He dragged his broken body towards it, trying to find the strength to keep going. He was almost there. Almost. So very close.

He opened his eyes slowly, he was lying on something hard, the ceiling above was white. His entire body hurt, there was nothing but pain. There was a voice, his wife.

“Oh my god. Someone get the doctor, he’s awake.”

About Alan James Keogh

I am a 26 year old writer who somehow tricked U.C.D. into giving me not only a degree in English and Classical studies, but an Hons Masters in Creative Writing too. Visit my blog where I post short stories twice a week (Monday and Wednesday) and an installment of a serialised novel on Fridays. I did consider writing this in the third person, as though it was written by someone else, but Alan is not comfortable writing in the third person as it seems kinda creepy and unbalanced so Alan decided it was probably best to write in the first person. He hopes it went well for him.
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5 Responses to Eternal Maze. Short Story.

  1. SELAHbrate says:

    A creative masterpiece!

  2. bob says:


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