Short Story

The smattering of rain on the roof overhead calms me, beating out an irregular rhythm like an anxious child unconsciously tapping his foot. The dim glow of my phone screen washes over me as I wait for the light to return, cut off by the flash flood inducing rain. I look around, and sigh; yet again, the lights on the ceiling are blank, leaving me with nothing to shield myself from the impending darkness.

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.

"That's the hell of a big club the gut must've used to hit poor Patrick," one of them was saying. "The doc says his skull was smashed all to pieces just like from a sledgehammer."

“How did you know where the meeting would be?” she asked after getting her thoughts together. “Did the Alliance contact you while I was gone

As they looked around Adam saw a couple rollercoasters that haven't looked like they have been used for a while now. Greg went back in to the hall of mirrors. He was walking in from where they came in. He saw that carnival ride. It was lit up and it was about to close. "Yes! I have found the way out of here. I can't believe I haven't checked here before." Greg thought to himself.

“They probably will,” Ryan said. He looked at Zack for a few moments. “You love her don’t you?” Zack looked down at his hands, looked back up at him, and nodded his head. “It’s not part of the job is it cause I’ll kick your ass.”

Blinking to allow my eyes to adjust to the light, I scan the room around me. My desperate escape from several hours ago had left me exhausted, leaving me almost no time to comprehend my surroundings. It seems as though I have travelled dimensions. My capsule must have been preventing me from

“Where am I…?” I look around me and see a narrow space with glass walls. Apparently I had been sleeping in a telephone box.

They headed left following the lights, they walked for a quarter of a kilometer, then there were several rooms that broke off to the left and right, but the primary hallway kept moving forward. The rooms had doors, Wally tried one, but it was locked, he tried the others and they were all locked. It was unusual, considering the main door into the complex was unlocked. “Do you want to keep going?” SSG Bell asked the two other

I lay on my bed under the thick white blanket, and they entered my room, one by one, and introduced themselves. I couldn't understand why there should be so many of them, or why they would want to introduce themselves, and I began to think that they were testing me, to see if I noticed that there were too many of them. (Plath 198)

I got on my feet and started pacing impatiently, from one end of the room to the other. I couldn't understand why out of all of the buildings in this neighbourhood, they had to pick the one I was lying unconscious in. From just looking at the amount of furniture placed against the door, I could tell Jonah had been busy. “There were windows at the back of the hallway!” I exclaimed

That was the first thing I heard in this odd room. I took a breather still confused on what happened. I saw myself on a mirror, brown hair, blue eyes, a bit plump, blood still coming out, dead. That was me alright. The laughing was coming from a few yards away, I was running when I bumped into something. “CRAP, you're already here!”

"Okay so for this I just want you to, uh, observe what I'm doing and how I'm acting with the victims parents while asking questions, just please don't say or do anything stupid, okay?" Claire said desperately "I want to be as painless as possible."

The room was quiet, damp, cold. It seemed almost inhuman for a person to be put in here. The silence is more insane than the screams I could've made. This room can't be real. It's impossible for something to be this quiet and loud at the same time. You're not here. Listen to us. I looked around for the hundredth time. I'm here. I can't leave. This is where I belong.

The terror of his awakening to a world that he knew wasn’t his own. A world not like anything he had ever seen before. He remembered the sarcophagus, or whatever it had been, that he found himself encapsulated inside. He remembered its glass partition window and the bright lights which had hung from high above on the other side. The way his hands felt when they touched one another, cold and strange. How the feel of his flesh was somehow different. It was as if he was experiencing his own body for the first time. And, he recalled the tubing. The plastic piping that nearly choked him as he tried to breathe. It descended from being attached to one of the sidewalls of the pod and it reached deep inside him, running through his mouth, then down into his belly. Serpent-like, Phillip could feel it weave like a tree root that had slowly grown to take hold and burrow itself through the cracks of a cement infrastructure. He had grasped at it as he felt himself begin to gag over how suffuse it was. Pulling it forcefully, it came up from his esophagus like a worm being pulled from the earth. He then coughed harshly as the tube exited him and with it, he spit saliva and mucus which were then deposited on the shadowy floor of the