Tried and True

 link: http://writingprompts.tumblr.com/post/17477297690/my-28-most-tried-and-true-writing-prompts


     All I see is white. The whiteness surrounds me and holds me tight, making me gasp for air. And then, suddenly, light. I see a clear, blue sky. I sigh with relief and quickly glance around. I see a table with cute little party hats everywhere, with placemats set down for where people will sit. This all seems so familiar to me, but the words to come to me until I see the cake. Birthday party. I've heard about this; Horror stories were told about what happened once you left the comfort of the store. I never believed it, any of it. I should have believed. I'm hanging from a tree now, up high enough to view the first of the guests walk through the gate, high enough to see that my end is near.