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The Cell
The cell door slammed shut behind him and a deadly silence ensued. Josh was alone in a cell, ceremoniously quiet. No light entered or exited his cell. He stood there, perfectly still for what seemed like hours, and then he began creeping forward, cautiously feeling ahead of him. After a few steps a solid brick wall returned his outstretched gesture with contact. Its rough unfriendly surface making Josh's hand cold, like death. After stepping to his left and his right Josh found his cell to be a tiny room, a miniature prison. He would be spending an eternity between these walls.
There was a loud, resonating thud as Josh walked into the door. Sound. A rarity in his World. Josh listened carefully as his hand struck the door. *THUD* Running his fingers up the door an image emerged. Sleek, smooth, metallic, precious. Time passed and he stood there, caressing its surface, his mind set on fire by the sensation. Gradually his attentions turned to the walls. Rough and uneven, they pulled at his hand, trying to grasp at him. Josh stepped back, startled.
In his mind a map of the cell formed, four walls and the door, but one factor was missing. The roof. Looking up in vain he wondered where his universe would end. Curiosity clenched his fragile mind and leaping into the air, his arm outstretched, he flailed into the unknown. He heard an unwelcome snap as his fingers made contact against a surprisingly low roof, and, shrieking in pain, Josh collapsed in a pile on the floor. And there, for an eternity, lay Josh, a broken man, clutching his broken fingers.
The mind is greatly influenced in its decisions by stimulus and impulse, but when there is no stimulus available, in some cases, the mind creates its own. Light appeared in the midst of the darkness. Great beams of flaking light. Huge bursts and tiny speckles of colourful, vibrant light. Josh gazed at the light, all around him, illuminating a whole new world. He stood alone, on a tiny rock, in the middle of a vast ocean. Around him cartoonish waves lapped and broke. He reached out and gripped the sun, and brought it down to him. Wanting to drink the sweet juice inside he broke it open on his knee. The lights went out and a terrifying clanging sounded throughout the room. Lights streamed in, light so bright it burned. Shielding himself Josh cowered in the corner, overcome with fear.
A deafening shot sounded throughout the room. A large thug stepped into the cellar, putting his gun back in its holster. Between these walls lay the body of a man, nobody knew. All they knew is that he knew too much. A legacy to nothing, and, as light faded yet again for Josh, the world was consumed by silence and oblivion.
Its not much,but its weird.
The cell door slammed shut behind him and a deadly silence ensued. Josh was alone in a cell, ceremoniously quiet. No light entered or exited his cell. He stood there, perfectly still for what seemed like hours, and then he began creeping forward, cautiously feeling ahead of him. After a few steps a solid brick wall returned his outstretched gesture with contact. Its rough unfriendly surface making Josh's hand cold, like death. After stepping to his left and his right Josh found his cell to be a tiny room, a miniature prison. He would be spending an eternity between these walls.
There was a loud, resonating thud as Josh walked into the door. Sound. A rarity in his World. Josh listened carefully as his hand struck the door. *THUD* Running his fingers up the door an image emerged. Sleek, smooth, metallic, precious. Time passed and he stood there, caressing its surface, his mind set on fire by the sensation. Gradually his attentions turned to the walls. Rough and uneven, they pulled at his hand, trying to grasp at him. Josh stepped back, startled.
In his mind a map of the cell formed, four walls and the door, but one factor was missing. The roof. Looking up in vain he wondered where his universe would end. Curiosity clenched his fragile mind and leaping into the air, his arm outstretched, he flailed into the unknown. He heard an unwelcome snap as his fingers made contact against a surprisingly low roof, and, shrieking in pain, Josh collapsed in a pile on the floor. And there, for an eternity, lay Josh, a broken man, clutching his broken fingers.
The mind is greatly influenced in its decisions by stimulus and impulse, but when there is no stimulus available, in some cases, the mind creates its own. Light appeared in the midst of the darkness. Great beams of flaking light. Huge bursts and tiny speckles of colourful, vibrant light. Josh gazed at the light, all around him, illuminating a whole new world. He stood alone, on a tiny rock, in the middle of a vast ocean. Around him cartoonish waves lapped and broke. He reached out and gripped the sun, and brought it down to him. Wanting to drink the sweet juice inside he broke it open on his knee. The lights went out and a terrifying clanging sounded throughout the room. Lights streamed in, light so bright it burned. Shielding himself Josh cowered in the corner, overcome with fear.
A deafening shot sounded throughout the room. A large thug stepped into the cellar, putting his gun back in its holster. Between these walls lay the body of a man, nobody knew. All they knew is that he knew too much. A legacy to nothing, and, as light faded yet again for Josh, the world was consumed by silence and oblivion.
Its not much,but its weird.
Yeah it was my first. Im not much of a short stories person, I like oin i, but Im more of a math nerd. I onc com up with a forumla for finding squares of a number through addition. I think it had been done beore though.
Was that your first SSC entry? Quite impressive I thought.
Never drink the sweet juice.
Or man juice.
Yeah, it was weird, but I enjoyed it anyway. Josh is a bit of an overused name for a character though.
Or man juice.
Yeah, it was weird, but I enjoyed it anyway. Josh is a bit of an overused name for a character though.
ah..... well, maybe it was....a scone? thanks though
Short and sweet, you've got some writing talent there Mr. Fozz.
A fridge? With a brick wall in the back?
A fridge? With a brick wall in the back?
P.S. Surprisingly, I was NOT high when I wrote this, however I would like to suggest the theory that josh WAS and is still stuck in the fridge.
The Cell
The cell door slammed shut behind him and a deadly silence ensued. Josh was alone in a cell, ceremoniously quiet. No light entered or exited his cell. He stood there, perfectly still for what seemed like hours, and then he began creeping forward, cautiously feeling ahead of him. After a few steps a solid brick wall returned his outstretched gesture with contact. Its rough unfriendly surface making Josh's hand cold, like death. After stepping to his left and his right Josh found his cell to be a tiny room, a miniature prison. He would be spending an eternity between these walls.
There was a loud, resonating thud as Josh walked into the door. Sound. A rarity in his World. Josh listened carefully as his hand struck the door. *THUD* Running his fingers up the door an image emerged. Sleek, smooth, metallic, precious. Time passed and he stood there, caressing its surface, his mind set on fire by the sensation. Gradually his attentions turned to the walls. Rough and uneven, they pulled at his hand, trying to grasp at him. Josh stepped back, startled.
In his mind a map of the cell formed, four walls and the door, but one factor was missing. The roof. Looking up in vain he wondered where his universe would end. Curiosity clenched his fragile mind and leaping into the air, his arm outstretched, he flailed into the unknown. He heard an unwelcome snap as his fingers made contact against a surprisingly low roof, and, shrieking in pain, Josh collapsed in a pile on the floor. And there, for an eternity, lay Josh, a broken man, clutching his broken fingers.
The mind is greatly influenced in its decisions by stimulus and impulse, but when there is no stimulus available, in some cases, the mind creates its own. Light appeared in the midst of the darkness. Great beams of flaking light. Huge bursts and tiny speckles of colourful, vibrant light. Josh gazed at the light, all around him, illuminating a whole new world. He stood alone, on a tiny rock, in the middle of a vast ocean. Around him cartoonish waves lapped and broke. He reached out and gripped the sun, and brought it down to him. Wanting to drink the sweet juice inside he broke it open on his knee. The lights went out and a terrifying clanging sounded throughout the room. Lights streamed in, light so bright it burned. Shielding himself Josh cowered in the corner, overcome with fear.
A deafening shot sounded throughout the room. A large thug stepped into the cellar, putting his gun back in its holster. Between these walls lay the body of a man, nobody knew. All they knew is that he knew too much. A legacy to nothing, and, as light faded yet again for Josh, the world was consumed by silence and oblivion.
Its not much,but its weird.
The cell door slammed shut behind him and a deadly silence ensued. Josh was alone in a cell, ceremoniously quiet. No light entered or exited his cell. He stood there, perfectly still for what seemed like hours, and then he began creeping forward, cautiously feeling ahead of him. After a few steps a solid brick wall returned his outstretched gesture with contact. Its rough unfriendly surface making Josh's hand cold, like death. After stepping to his left and his right Josh found his cell to be a tiny room, a miniature prison. He would be spending an eternity between these walls.
There was a loud, resonating thud as Josh walked into the door. Sound. A rarity in his World. Josh listened carefully as his hand struck the door. *THUD* Running his fingers up the door an image emerged. Sleek, smooth, metallic, precious. Time passed and he stood there, caressing its surface, his mind set on fire by the sensation. Gradually his attentions turned to the walls. Rough and uneven, they pulled at his hand, trying to grasp at him. Josh stepped back, startled.
In his mind a map of the cell formed, four walls and the door, but one factor was missing. The roof. Looking up in vain he wondered where his universe would end. Curiosity clenched his fragile mind and leaping into the air, his arm outstretched, he flailed into the unknown. He heard an unwelcome snap as his fingers made contact against a surprisingly low roof, and, shrieking in pain, Josh collapsed in a pile on the floor. And there, for an eternity, lay Josh, a broken man, clutching his broken fingers.
The mind is greatly influenced in its decisions by stimulus and impulse, but when there is no stimulus available, in some cases, the mind creates its own. Light appeared in the midst of the darkness. Great beams of flaking light. Huge bursts and tiny speckles of colourful, vibrant light. Josh gazed at the light, all around him, illuminating a whole new world. He stood alone, on a tiny rock, in the middle of a vast ocean. Around him cartoonish waves lapped and broke. He reached out and gripped the sun, and brought it down to him. Wanting to drink the sweet juice inside he broke it open on his knee. The lights went out and a terrifying clanging sounded throughout the room. Lights streamed in, light so bright it burned. Shielding himself Josh cowered in the corner, overcome with fear.
A deafening shot sounded throughout the room. A large thug stepped into the cellar, putting his gun back in its holster. Between these walls lay the body of a man, nobody knew. All they knew is that he knew too much. A legacy to nothing, and, as light faded yet again for Josh, the world was consumed by silence and oblivion.
Its not much,but its weird.