Absolute Mooron: A Short Story

way though the corridors, the line finally shortened and we went through a door that led to what seemed

rebellion after the death of Harrison Bergeron, the government was overthrown and was forced to remove all handicaps and then was released to go back to normal before the equality amendments. All this equality was due to the 211th, 212th, and 213th Amendments to the Constitution, and to the unceasing vigilance of agents of the United States Handicapper General. All of this ceased in the month of April, 2082.

Seeing as there was nowhere else to go, you shuffled over to the opening and frowned. It was dark and you could just barely make out a doorway to what was most likely another room. What really threw you off guard was how nicely the doorway was carved. An intricate pattern wove itself around the exit. Did that mean… someone else was here? At the thought of possibly being able to get out of here with the help of another person made you scurry over to the patterned doorway with little hesitation. The sleeves of your two-sizes-too-big sweater fell down to wrap loosely around your forearms when you reach over and grabbed the wall to peak around into the next area.

The elevator went to a complete stop, and Martin cried out for help, but somehow no one heard him. Then the fat lady pulled out a wrench, and before Martin could do anything everything went dark. After the fat lady knocked out Martin she dragged his unconscious body into the back of the apartment building where no one would see her. Once she got to the back of the building she picked up Martin and tossed him in the trunk of her car. She put the keys in her car and she was off.

Before I could even properly pull myself out of my groggy nightmare, the door that allowed people to enter the shady barn I was in was ripped open.

The door was never fully repaired but a strong push would allow you to gain entry.

I and my friends are trying to escape and see the outside world of this place.me and my friends were hiding and left outside of the room that we were held in so we have all day to find a way out of this place. We have found a glass door to the backyard that has no fence we also found a doggy door that leads to the backyard.We are finally outside of that place and we are on our own

“They didn’t say,” Jared revealed. “This could be a good thing.” Jared looked to both Claire and Melendez for reassurance but instead was greeted with blank faces. “I just mean; if he was hurt, they would have told us. Right?”

I snapped back into reality and opened my door. I stepped out into the narrow hallway, and I rested my hand on the door knob. The door was almost closed when I had a sudden urge to sneak one last glance at my room. Not being able to let go of my room, I cracked the door open again. My eyes rested on the skeleton of the room, and I gently closed the door.

The Labyrinth was alive, new tunnels were branching off in every direction, walls were erupting from the ground blocking our paths. It felt as if the maze was rotating, the

A a Ron AKA Aaron was counting down the last 60 seconds of school 60 59 ------ 5 4 3 2 1 school out for summer Aaron yells. He couldn't what to get home and get to work his dad was hppey to see Aron come of that school bus . He said Aaron get changed and come to the barn no time for snacks we have work to do.

After recovering, Thomas explains that he and Teresa were forced to help the Creators design the Maze. He tells everyone that they share a telepathic link. He also knows the way out of the Maze is over a cliff face. The cliff is an illusion to trick them. It is where the Grievers enter and exit the Maze. If they follow the Grievers down they can find the way out by punching the code words into a computer on the other side.

the maze they have a guide who will come in, he knows the way, he

Damian rolled his eyes at the comment, trying not blush profusely at the utterly raw truth within their words. He was a whore for a good book. He would so much rather open the pages of a book and devour it in ways he would never devour a man nor woman if he threw their legs open wide, nor would he open those legs with as much wanton and desperate need as he did a book. Perhaps it was because he knew there were words on the pages that would stay imbued onto his tongue longer than any decadent taste of sex he may cary on his tongue after ravaging the loins between those open legs. This is where Damian craved to be a whore, and where he would do it without pay: when it came to succumbing to books.

Checking my surroundings I took that I am Lost in a maze. As the light Flitted through small openings in the ceiling. I stood up and took one step and am taken aback by a platform that comes through a floor tile and on the platform is a tape recorder that is modified with cell phone parts. The screen becomes active and says ¨one message listen now?¨ I press the button that says listen and the dark voice that haunts my memory says ¨ Welcome new person try to find you way out of the maze. We are sorry about your memory try to regain it as fast as you can. Now grab the bracelet so you can always receive messages. Welcome to the maze. ¨ With that the screen went dead and the platform dispensed a bracelet and a backpack with some supplies.