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Author: don14120
ASL Info:    18/Male/Space
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Let me tell you about where I live.

My home is dreadfully dark. It is the naked midnight sky, which rejected all of her stars. I suppose the moon was in alliance with the stars, for that heavenly sphere was cast off as well. The walls are shaped as a most perfect cube and connect at faultless angles to become one small room. In the middle of the room I sit on the cold floor. There are no windows in my home. Entering my home is awfully easy. Let me know you would like to come inside and your wish is quickly granted. Leaving is a different story. There is no way out.

Now let me please welcome you in. You really have not a choice. Forgive the mess as well. I will give you a quick tour through my home. Let me guide you this way. Hanging from the ceiling on the left are some very old friends. I believe the stench in the room is due to their rotting. We had fallen on tough times and I knew they were after me, so I had to act first. I lock them away in this corner. I tend not to see them much, although once in awhile they come back to haunt me. Please, wipe the look of fear of your face. Be not afraid. You should not end up like them. You are the most special. Let us continue on. As you can see, the walls are etched with old memories. Every face I have ever seen, every touch I have ever felt, every voice heard, odor smelled, and taste tasted is stored here, on the walls. Rub your hands over the edges. This is real. Let us go on.

Hanging from the ceiling here are old girlfriends. You see I have to kill each one in order to go on to another. The cycle is necessary. I would not want to hurt another’s feelings in the least bit. Tied from the ceiling behind them are the girls from nightly sex charades and one night stands. You may wonder if their family would find out that the girl was missing. This is not the case. The families are stored under them in these boxes. I dare not open them for fear of the stench. I hope you enjoy what you have seen so far. Let us continue on your tour.

The things we are passing by now I do not wish to explain. They are abnormal and strange to some degree. On the left laughing at us are my fears and worries. Stress lies out across them and rests her legs on anxiety. These things often run around the room and cling to certain things. That funny looking man over there is Migraine. He usually sits next to the wall smoking a cigarette pounding on the side for a way out. He would be a comedian in another world. I am sure of this. I do not know why they act this way. It gets insane. Sometimes they can be controlled, but the times are few and far between. Let us veer away from them and continue on.

This is the last section of my home I must show you. Here people I know, and some I do not know, stand in line. They wait for the day they can join the corpses on the ceiling. The line is usually quite short, but once in a while the line is capable of exceeding great lengths. Please, join the line now. I will see you later for sure. Goodnight.

I move back to the middle of the room to sit in my chair and close my eyes. The wall comes pulsating towards me, back and forth, at a hundred miles an hour. It turns to a thousand miles an hour. It never hits me. The wall comes towards me as close as is possible, but never does the wall strike me. Migraine pounds his fist into the walls. Pain strikes through me as I try not to open my eyes. Fear develops and streams through my veins. I can no longer take it. My eyes open.

I see you. You smile. I smile back at you. Being caught in a moment like this is quite unbelievable. It is a true feeling of joy, love even. I have never felt this way before, but there is a first for everything. You walk towards me and I cannot move. Closer. Every second seems like an hour. You continue on, pick up the pace, run right past me, and jump into the arms of somebody else.

I close my eyes. The wall pulsates again, faster than ever before. The pain returns. This time it is worse than ever. Fear and worry both get out from under stress and cling to the memory wall. Stress grabs on as well and Migraine continues his drumming. The beat continues gracefully with the movement of the wall. Back and forth it goes on for what seems like hours.

Everything stops.

You are standing in line. Everybody else has been hung from the ceiling. You look at the ropes tied around their necks and laugh. You turn around to walk towards the memory wall. You tear down every single one. You remove the dead corpses, the fear, the stress, and everything else in my home. You turn on the light and for the first time ever I see your true face. I see my true face. For a moment I am at peace. It is finally just you and I, the way I had always wanted it to be. You wave goodbye. You walk towards the blank wall and step out of my home.

Submitted on 2006-04-21 00:11:11     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  Damn this really impressed me. To be perfectly honest I'm not usually that into short stories but this was awesome, I am definatly gonna read some more from you soon. your imagry and wording was as close to perfect as it could have been. there really isn't anything I'd change here. and it was cool how you started off slow in a way and got more intense then just froze it for a moment and went to the end. Your ending was perfect though, so much regret in a could-have-been-joy. Amazing write.
definatly a faves add.
| Posted on 2006-04-28 00:00:00 | by silent_death12 | [ Reply to This ]
  I was confused by the story. But I liked the fact it felt like I was watching a scary movie. It was down right creepy. But I could not stop reading it.

| Posted on 2006-04-21 00:00:00 | by Immortal Kisses | [ Reply to This ]
  Oh my god! Winderful Imagery, loved the way you worded it. Kinda spooky. Gave me shivers. Well written, now 'm off to hide. Loved reading.

| Posted on 2006-04-29 00:00:00 | by Soph | [ Reply to This ]

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