Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-44778745-20200102183947

As I open my eyes i saw myself sitting in, what appeared to be, a small plastic and metal playground surrounded by brown mulch the type common in most Midwestern American states.

I adjusted my glasses and looked around. On the ground, something colorful, a small bright cube, It was a puzzle box. I nonchalantly walked over and picked it up. I've never been too excited over these things but something made me take an interest in this one.

I brought it over and sat down with it on one of the benches. By all means it looked average nothing interesting or different about it bright colors printed on with stickers and small plastic moving pieces. And yet, something inside me compelled me to try and solve the small puzzle even though I've never been able to solve one of them before.

As I began to shift one of the sides I felt resistance not from the cube but from my own hand. Yet I was compelled to keep going as if being forced by something, and as I finally shifted decide in the place my finger bent back and snapped.

The pain was intense, yet I couldn't scream, nor could I stop. I shifted another side my hands now almost completely out of my control. As it fell into place another snap my bottom two fingers on my other hand crack backwards with a sickening pop.

My dominant hand grabbed the first two layers and shifted them to the left as I felt my entire wrist shift and then break on my left hand. I shifted the left side of the cube and felt something pull on my shoulder until with another loud pop it came loose. The next thing I felt was my left leg being pulled to the side until it also popped out at my hip and thigh. i could hear giggling and whispers as my hands continued with their work.

One by one I felt each tendon and bone pop, i wanted to scream or cry so badly but nothing came out my face stayed contorted in a calm grin. the childish whispers and giggling became louder.

On the last turn there was only one row of one color left to move. I felt a sharp pain in the side of my neck I felt my chin being moved to the side. Somehow the cube dropped for my hands. I watched as it rolled away. taking the voices and giggling sadistic laughter with it. I'm not sure if it was sheer luck or if it was some last throw of strength I had, or maybe this was the cube still taunting me but I didnt care. I somehow managed through heavy labored breaths to get up and crawl away on what was left of my broken limbs.

Even through the intense pain I was just glad it was over I was so glad that I made it. if i couldve seen whatever was giggling and whispering to me earlier, puppeteering my hands this whole time i wouldve laughed. i know it sounds crazy, but the sheer relief mixed with the defiant anger at being placed in this situation.

Then I happened to hear a young child run up behind me. Completely oblivious to the Broken Man crawling away from him. He picked up the Box "hey, only one side left." he quickly shifted it into place and ran back to show his parents.

Before I could even shout at him to stop everything went dark.

Any advice or edits id much appreciate, 