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hey, this is a quick short story i made and have to turn in for school. i thought it was a nice read and thought maybe it would be worth your while but read only if you have nothing better to do.
The bell rang. After an overwhelming Wednesday full of schoolwork, everyone was eager to go home, to rest, to relax, etc. John got his keys out and drove home distractedly, through the desert path that led to his new home.
John remembered his parents were out of town and they wouldn’t be back till Friday morning, so he privately celebrated by triumphantly saying “yes!” to himself. However, an instant later, he thought about all the exams he had to take the next day. He groaned, had a drink of water, went to bed, and slept for an undetermined amount of time.
John dreamt. From his room, which was located at the second floor of the house, John heard the peaceful cars and people passing by. He got out of bed, moved the curtains and looked at the setting sun.
In his dream, John threw himself lazily to his bed, again. It was 5:39. He looked at the white ceiling, then at the posters in the walls. His room was lit yellow by the sun, giving his room the melancholic feel of every sunset. He liked this hour, especially because of the lightning. He decided it was finally time to get to study, so reluctantly, he got his chemistry books out and started reviewing the chapters he had to study. “Right… oxidation-reduction stuff… usual boring work… ugh…”
Halfway through studying he found himself already drowsy. He couldn’t fall asleep, he wasn’t concentrated, he wasn’t thinking. He thought about going outside to take a walk.
He stepped outside. But outside, it was the opposite from what was inside in the house. There was an eerie tranquility. The sky was purple and cloudy. It was windy, cold. And there was a silence, a silence so deep that it was disturbing. Intrigued, John continued to walk, fearful. But nothing happened here, no car passed by, there was nobody. It was empty, forsaken, emotionless. John decided it was obviously best to stay in the house, he was getting scared.
In the house, things remained the same. It somehow seemed that the feeling of emptiness was brought inside, ruining the house. However, the house was yellow, warm, and welcoming. Empty, monotonous, silent.
A few minutes later, John received a phone call. “Hello?” he asked. He heard no answer. “Yes? Is somebody in there?” Further conversation never took place. John held the phone for a while, looking how the colors changed. The melancholic sunset changed to a reassuring pinkish red. John was transmitted a feeling of love, affection, and friendship from everyone he had valued in life, everyone he cared about. He sat, with the phone still on his hand, as if the phone were transmitting him such consolatory feelings.
But soon that reassuring feeling was gone. The house took its own colors, monotonous colors. It was empty again. John looked at the phone and shook it. He listened for that same reassuring feeling, but now it was dark. Anxiousness and unrest. Danger.
John found himself sprinting, opening the front door at a fast pace and entering his car. He started it and rushed out of the garage, and positioned his car so that he was looking at a narrow road with houses aside. The road was deserted. Here, it was no longer purple. It was what anyone would consider “a normal, sunny day,” except the sky was completely black, but things would be visible as if it were daytime. It was disturbingly silent. With no time to waste, John sped through the narrow road. He was distracted, he was not thinking. Things were too scary. He had no concentration, and he was speeding. John started breathing faster. His heart beat, it was almost time for those he cared to leave.
Not realizing what was ahead of him, John ran into a familiar house. He crashed, and flew into the yard of, what was apparently, the old house he had grown up in. Injured and scared, he entered his old house, feeling fearful.
Here, it was as he had remembered it. He lost his fearfulness and felt neutral. All his childhood and adolescent memories lied in this house. He got distracted into remembering every event that had taken place in this house. He would run up the stairs, with her sister… he would be chased by his older brother, laughing… he would play the piano, virtuously… he would be with family, friends. People he had cared for. People who were now gone.
The house was depressing. He faced each of his memories alone. Forsaken. In this house, things were well-lit with artificial light. The same feeling of that disturbing silence haunted John into depression and loneliness. Casually and hopefully, John ran up to his old room to see if his old computer was still there. Miraculously, it was there, turned on, with possible connection to people he knew. He would see people on-line!
There was still one person on-line. Excited, John read the name of the person. It sadly read, “John.” He waited for hours, till one nameless person came.
“Who are you? What is going on?” To which the nameless person replied, “John, help us. It is almost time, we need help.” “But how can I help you, or, all of you?” “John... help…”
Now he was all alone. Fearful, John looked around. Silence. John opened the curtains in his room. Complete blackness, nothingness was outside. It appeared that this old house was the only thing that remained in the universe. John cried. He was missing something. Why, why hadn’t he come in time? Now he was all alone, with no one to be with him. He would die depressed and lonely.
John woke up at 5:39 PM and felt reassured by the yellow sunset sunlight. Everything was as it had been, everything was in its place. A little confused, John felt happy and resumed his studying.
The bell rang. After an overwhelming Wednesday full of schoolwork, everyone was eager to go home, to rest, to relax, etc. John got his keys out and drove home distractedly, through the desert path that led to his new home.
John remembered his parents were out of town and they wouldn’t be back till Friday morning, so he privately celebrated by triumphantly saying “yes!” to himself. However, an instant later, he thought about all the exams he had to take the next day. He groaned, had a drink of water, went to bed, and slept for an undetermined amount of time.
John dreamt. From his room, which was located at the second floor of the house, John heard the peaceful cars and people passing by. He got out of bed, moved the curtains and looked at the setting sun.
In his dream, John threw himself lazily to his bed, again. It was 5:39. He looked at the white ceiling, then at the posters in the walls. His room was lit yellow by the sun, giving his room the melancholic feel of every sunset. He liked this hour, especially because of the lightning. He decided it was finally time to get to study, so reluctantly, he got his chemistry books out and started reviewing the chapters he had to study. “Right… oxidation-reduction stuff… usual boring work… ugh…”
Halfway through studying he found himself already drowsy. He couldn’t fall asleep, he wasn’t concentrated, he wasn’t thinking. He thought about going outside to take a walk.
He stepped outside. But outside, it was the opposite from what was inside in the house. There was an eerie tranquility. The sky was purple and cloudy. It was windy, cold. And there was a silence, a silence so deep that it was disturbing. Intrigued, John continued to walk, fearful. But nothing happened here, no car passed by, there was nobody. It was empty, forsaken, emotionless. John decided it was obviously best to stay in the house, he was getting scared.
In the house, things remained the same. It somehow seemed that the feeling of emptiness was brought inside, ruining the house. However, the house was yellow, warm, and welcoming. Empty, monotonous, silent.
A few minutes later, John received a phone call. “Hello?” he asked. He heard no answer. “Yes? Is somebody in there?” Further conversation never took place. John held the phone for a while, looking how the colors changed. The melancholic sunset changed to a reassuring pinkish red. John was transmitted a feeling of love, affection, and friendship from everyone he had valued in life, everyone he cared about. He sat, with the phone still on his hand, as if the phone were transmitting him such consolatory feelings.
But soon that reassuring feeling was gone. The house took its own colors, monotonous colors. It was empty again. John looked at the phone and shook it. He listened for that same reassuring feeling, but now it was dark. Anxiousness and unrest. Danger.
John found himself sprinting, opening the front door at a fast pace and entering his car. He started it and rushed out of the garage, and positioned his car so that he was looking at a narrow road with houses aside. The road was deserted. Here, it was no longer purple. It was what anyone would consider “a normal, sunny day,” except the sky was completely black, but things would be visible as if it were daytime. It was disturbingly silent. With no time to waste, John sped through the narrow road. He was distracted, he was not thinking. Things were too scary. He had no concentration, and he was speeding. John started breathing faster. His heart beat, it was almost time for those he cared to leave.
Not realizing what was ahead of him, John ran into a familiar house. He crashed, and flew into the yard of, what was apparently, the old house he had grown up in. Injured and scared, he entered his old house, feeling fearful.
Here, it was as he had remembered it. He lost his fearfulness and felt neutral. All his childhood and adolescent memories lied in this house. He got distracted into remembering every event that had taken place in this house. He would run up the stairs, with her sister… he would be chased by his older brother, laughing… he would play the piano, virtuously… he would be with family, friends. People he had cared for. People who were now gone.
The house was depressing. He faced each of his memories alone. Forsaken. In this house, things were well-lit with artificial light. The same feeling of that disturbing silence haunted John into depression and loneliness. Casually and hopefully, John ran up to his old room to see if his old computer was still there. Miraculously, it was there, turned on, with possible connection to people he knew. He would see people on-line!
There was still one person on-line. Excited, John read the name of the person. It sadly read, “John.” He waited for hours, till one nameless person came.
“Who are you? What is going on?” To which the nameless person replied, “John, help us. It is almost time, we need help.” “But how can I help you, or, all of you?” “John... help…”
Now he was all alone. Fearful, John looked around. Silence. John opened the curtains in his room. Complete blackness, nothingness was outside. It appeared that this old house was the only thing that remained in the universe. John cried. He was missing something. Why, why hadn’t he come in time? Now he was all alone, with no one to be with him. He would die depressed and lonely.
John woke up at 5:39 PM and felt reassured by the yellow sunset sunlight. Everything was as it had been, everything was in its place. A little confused, John felt happy and resumed his studying.
