There are ants in my keyboard. I hadn't noticed them at first. But after I had been typing for some time, I imagine my typing aroused them and encouraged them to come out of hiding, when I felt a small pain in my finger. I chose just to ignore it, but the pain grew increasingly and seemed to be spreading onto the rest of my hand. But I had to keep writing. I had to finish the story. I had gone too far to go back, again, just as I had the last twelve times I began this story. It was always something, something standing in the way of the completion. I couldn't let a few pains ruin this for me again.
But they just kept getting worse. Soon enough the pain had spread up my arm and onto my shoulder. Then my torso in its entirety began to sting with a near unbearable pain. But I couldn't stop. I had to keep going... I had to finish.
Pretty soon I was numb enough to the pain on my left side. But just as I had become so, the pain began in my right arm, and in my face, my hair, in my scalp! But I couldn't stop. I was near completion! I could taste it now... the long awaited appraisal of my co workers, of my boss!
The pain was then in my legs...I couldn't bare it any longer....I had to stop, I had to know why I was in such terrible agony!
I looked down, and I saw no arms.....no hands, nor shirt, nor pants. I only saw black. This black was moving, crawling around in a most sickening way. What was this terrible thing that was causing such pain and disrupting the completion of my master piece! The confusion due to the ache, to the stinging, to the disappointment and disgust with myself for letting this distract me caused a foggyness in my mind that made this problem hard to solve...
Ants! Crawling from my keyboard! How did they get there? How did they survive the pounding of the keys as I typed ferociously as I attempted to finish? How could this have happened? What would happen now? I couldn't live like this! I haven't compleated my story! Oh how I despise these horrid ants.....
| Gives new meaning to the expression "ants in my pants"|
Those [censored]es were everywhere...
I can see this happening...I think it's possible that Derrinck has an unending supply of ants in here for that express purpose...which is why we must be sneakier than him.
I love the passion with which you're possessed...must finish the story, nothing else matters...
|| Posted on 2007-10-25 00:00:00 | by Raivn | [ Reply to This ] || It's quite interesting. My question, though, was how did so many ants end up in a keyboard? Unless it's like in the Boogeyman movie. That would be cool.|
Anyway, it was interesting, and vaguely creepy. Having bugs all over you sounds heinous.
|| Posted on 2006-04-27 00:00:00 | by MaeBirdie | [ Reply to This ] || Nice job. I see it as a metaphor for little, or seemingly insignificant things causing great damage. And in the end we don't know how it happened. We can't come up with a logical answer, and all we know is that it was the cause of our downfall.|
I actually once had some ants in my keyboard. It was pretty gross.
|| Posted on 2006-04-26 00:00:00 | by Abby | [ Reply to This ] || I'm with Abbey on the meaning, and since she's already said it I won't go on and on... I do want to stop by and say I really enjoyed this piece. Very original and pretty humorous though it can be taken in a serious way, as well. I just know I've sat at my desk too long and lost my mind before. My whole body hurts and everything seems dreadful. . . so I get delirious ... my mind goes strange places. That's what this write brought to my mind.|
|| Posted on 2006-06-29 00:00:00 | by parabola | [ Reply to This ] |