True Teleportation During An Experiment At Work

The storm continued to vent its temperamental rage on the earth and its people. What an outsider would consider 'nice weather' was completely unheard of. This was the regular routine of the weather, and no one seemed to mind it.

I could hear a creek in the distance. If I ran to it I could dive in and they lose my scent. As the gushing water became louder I noticed how long I had been out here it was almost pitch black. I could see the river flowing towards the camp, I jumped in to the river. It chilled me to the bone. Then as my head popped out of the water I could see the majestic sun rise. And with the night my fear was now

The lake darkens as the ominous clouds race across the sky, as black as the devil’s soul, and swallows the bliss-blue complexion of the sky faster than you can blink. The world has abruptly become cellar-dark and the heavens above look to collapse down upon me. A deafening wind runs over the landscape like a thousand horses, the noise of the raindrops their clattering hoofs. The threatening force of the gales knocks and blows the trees in precarious ways, almost as though, if it had wanted to, the wind could blow them away as if they were but feathers, not heavy pines. Lighting lights up the sky like liquid, golden ore streaks being forged into forks up above. Wriggling and writhing with the pain of their own existence. Flashing once, twice, three times, polished and glossy like the cold prongs of the apocalypse. Shaking myself from my weather-caused trance, I hurry for shelter under a nearby fern tree. Staring deep into the blackness of the storm I wonder whether I will ever see that bliss-blue appearance

There was an old wooden house that had been abandoned. I crept up to the wooden porch.

The forest was almost silent that night. The moon cast its cold light over everything in its path, just bright enough to see, but dark enough to be unsure of what you thought you were seeing. Snow had fallen that day, but it had become so bitterly cold that it had mostly hardened into chunks of solid ice.

I thought I would have to go to my trial dressed in the same dirty, dark gray jumpsuit they had given me. No one had told me any different, so I just assumed that I would be taken to the court house in my jumpsuit like I saw all the criminals in the movies do. It wasn't until a guard collected me from my cell that people finally started explaining things to me. I was taken to a small room that was very similar to the one my lawyer and I had met in, except this one had a window instead of a one way mirror. From my seat, I looked out the window, trying to catch a glimpse of something from the other side. I craned my neck, I saw the officer that had led me into this room talking with a man, but the man was facing away from me. I couldn't tell

It was a little while later that I woke up. I was in the back room, and I assumed Marionette had repaired me. I thought, once again, I have been saved from death. I was alone, so I began to think of ways to escape again. If I could escape, no one could find me because I would run until I found myself lost. If I overheated, so be it. If I drowned, that would be okay too. I simply wanted to escape, and nothing else. I sat up and looked around. I saw a window. I muttered

Before I had time to comprehend what he had said, the door to my left swung open with a bang. A gangly looking secretary with think horn-rimmed glasses informed me that Dr.Reid was ready. I turned around just in time to see the strange man give me a sarcastic salute.

Four days passed without the ground or the scene changing much, except that behind them Weathertop slowly sank, and before them the distant mountain loomed a little nearer… At the end of the fifth day the ground began once more to rise slowly out of the wide shallow valley into which they had descended… Next day, early in the morning, they came down again to the borders of the Road… At once they went on again, hearing no sound but the water swirling against

I was looking out upon the dwindling light of dusk. It was fading slowly into immense peaks stretching high from the crisp green grass wet with dew from the prior rain. My paint brush was wet thickly with a spectrum of colors. I then saw a canvas half-finished with yellowish-red rays of dense paint resembling a enticing marvel of light engraved into the sky. Abruptly my false sense of peace was extinguished. I was awoken with a raucous barking resounding in my ears.

As the last rays of the sun faded, music started to play and the creatures started to dance. The clouds took on a silvery color as the moon rose higher in the sky and the rain drops glittered lass if stars were inside the clouds.

All was great. Suddenly, everything began to distort. The chirping intensified to screeching. The barking turned to roaring. All the colors brightened to neon. The fragrances grew sickening. The sunlight was laughing at me.

As I approached the small shopping center the first thing I noticed was that the street lights weren't working, and it was already almost 10:00pm. The second thing I noticed was the multiple large groups of people seemingly walking around at such an odd time of night. And by large, I mean some of them looked like there could have been a hundred or more. The waltzed down the farm lands and through the small forests, with the moonlight giving me only a shadow of their appearance. I chalked it up to some sort of ceremony or night time walk for the cure or some shit like that. I wasn't one to stare and judge others, as I didn't want anyone to do the same to me. I tapped the call button and attempted to call Jean to tell her I was on my way but I couldn't seem to get a signal, it didn't matter though, as I would be home in a few minutes anyways. I started my favorite top 40 hits played on the MP3, although it may have been drowned out by my amazing (okay, half-decent) karaoke voice. Though the odd feeling stayed with me, it wasn't until I hit the first stop light that I really started to trust my

The sandy land that surrounded me was bare and flat, and a colossal wire fence surrounded all of it. I was trapped. A camouflaged jeep zoomed by almost running over me. It pulled over and a large, stocky man

Moments later, everything went silent and still. The birds are no longer singing their joyful song. The lake became wave less and serene. I could feel the pressure of the atmosphere weighing down on me like a heavy burden. This is what is called the calm before the storm. Like a whisper the wind gently blew across my face and rustled my hair filling it with static electricity. Then the wind started its fury-the hot blowing sand stung as it hit my skin. It burned my eyes and filled my nose. I could taste the grit in my mouth. The trees bent over without mercy and whiplashed back the other way. The lake turned a dark electric green and the waves rolled violently with caps of white. And not too far off in the distance, cells of rain kicked up the dust and made steam rise as the speeding rain reached the parched ground. The sky grew black as the imposing clouds illuminated a glowing white. They were filled with flashes of light that danced erratically