Short Story

I walked down a hallway that seemed to stretch endlessly before me. The frosted glass window on the door that spelled doom seemed to stretch further away with every step I took toward it. My heart began to beat at a more brisk pace, my palms began to sweat, and my eyes narrowed on the shiny clean brass doorknob. I had completely forgotten my mother was alongside me until she had to pull me back into reality. She grabbed my arm and tugged me forward. With slight resistance to her strong grasp we dredged on toward the door. I watched in slow motion as the doorknob turned and a giant mad scientist smiled down at me. The angle of his head allowed sadistic shadows to stretch down upon his glowing evil eyes, and his curled, sinister smile.

I don't know when I woke up here. It seems as if I just regained consciousness, and at the same time, it feels I've been living in this void forever. I can't even tell what I'm standing on – is it air? Ground? Water? It looks the same as the sky, and I can't tell where one ends and the other begins.

But if you really did the same, I don’t think now it’s hard for you to observe a great similarity between this inky void and your everyday world. As this world is mostly a void, just not so empty as your imaginary void and even better, quite similar to your imaginary void, you don’t know its expense either or do you? Suppose, you wake up in a dark room one day and you switch on a light bulb and you realize that the room you were previously thinking empty is in fact, full of stuff around you, the only difference is that time it was not just observable or a subject matter of your human senses. Quite similar to the situation,

When I got out and went to the front door he was already out of the driveway. I opened the front door. It was open and I walked in not thinking about it but we don’t usually keep the front door unlocked. The lights were also off so i thought that my dad and my

"Yes, I do!" Dad shouts back. I barge into the room to see mom with blood coming from her temple and nose, along with sprinkled on her delicate features. He raises his hand just as I push him away from mom. His eyes turn into an icy glare and his face flushes red with rage. Dad pushes past me as he pins mom to the floor and raises his fist but pauses.

Al is shaking as he stands in front of the target. I had to throw knives at him. I was really tired and didn’t want to do this. I don’t see why this was necessary, so once Eric asked for a hand I said “is this really necessary?” I tense up, because I know Eric gets mad when you challenge him. We stared at each other for a long time in silence. All of a sudden Eric starts to speak up “I have authority here, remember?, here and everywhere else.” He didn’t say it loud. I don’t even know if anyone in this room heard him, but I know i did. I don’t know what to say, because he does have authority here. I tighten the grip on my knives. I’m holding them so tight that my knuckles are turning white. I turn around to Al. Al was shaking so much,

“Twenty-one! The Chief’s vote makes it twenty-one! And by God if that ain’t a majority I’ll eat my hat!” “Yippee,” Cheswick yells. The other Acutes are coming across toward me. “The meeting was closed,” she says. Her smile is still there, but the back of her neck as she walks out of the day room and into the Nurses’ Station, is red and swelling like she’ll blow apart any second.

I walk to the garage which is giant , filled with nice cars with pretty colors.  Not me though i hop on my baby a black Ducati  since I was the leader I got choice of what car I wanted or whatever so I got a sexy beast.

He left the room for his news conference, followed by his aide. The rest of his disciples took to the city hoping to find an agreeable audience while locusts continued their frenzy of splattering on the window, the nation, and the world.

“I’m fine, really,” Jared said as he closed his trailer door, still holding the ice pack over his now blackened eye. The truth was he was anything but fine.’ He shakily walked over to the couch and sat down. There wasn’t a part of his body that didn’t’ hurt. The crew had just witnessed and broken up Jensen kicking his ass up and down the set.

The room was silent as Todd sent the message, the man just staring at the screen and re-reading his words, deciding if he'd attempt to trace Yardy or leave that to Hannah, all sorts of thoughts running through his head, and even after twenty seconds impatient for a reply. As if the cat could sense he needed encouragement, when Todd finally cleared his immediate thoughts of Hannah, Biggles stretched and padded across the floor, to nuzzle against his arm.

“Don’t apologize. You’re ill. You need help. I want you and the children to come back to the castle with me so you can see our physician.”

As I was lying there, absorbed in the thought of how human emotion works, I noticed something in the bright sky. Something seemed to be... falling? Well, there was a blob of smoke behind it, so it must have been like, an aircraft just flying by. Ooooooooor, it could be a spaceship from the Andromedra galaxy, about to crash headfirst into my physical manifestation of self??? ah, who knows. Might be anythin-, KALLESKAVIAR

So about twenty days ago I was sitting in a chair on my ship. I mysteriously heard a Big Bang. It had been the biggest one I had heard ever since my planet had blown up and I had to live on my ship for centuries, I hadn 't eaten anything in about two centuries and was weakened, tired, fat and out of shape. I had to see what had exploded, so I looked out the front window of my ship that was a giant made of unbreakable obsidian glass. As I peered in front of the glass I had seen that a new galaxy had been created and It was small, it looked like a grain of

Theosophists have guessed at the awesome grandeur of the cosmic cycle wherein our world and human race form transient incidents. They have hinted at strange survivals in terms which would freeze the blood if not masked by a bland optimism. But it is not from them that there came the single glimpse of forbidden aeons which chills me when I think of it and maddens me when I dream of it. That glimpse, like all dread glimpses of truth, flashed out from an accidental piecing together of separated things—in this case an old newspaper item and the notes of a dead professor. I hope that no one else will accomplish this piecing out; certainly, if I live, I shall never knowingly supply a link in so hideous a chain. I think that the professor, too, intended to keep silent regarding the part he knew, and that he would have destroyed his notes had not sudden death seized him.