Story.
Posted: 03 Nov 2011, 22:58
So, I just started writing something more serious but still kinda short. And I would like to hear your thoughts about it.
Still alive
Prologue:
I woke up with a cold running down my spine. I shivered when I realized my cover was covering only my shin. When I slowly pulled the cover back over me I looked out the window and I saw the snow falling slowly on oak tree outside. I sat down for five minutes just watching the snow fall on that oak tree. I got dressed rather quickly after staring outside since I heard the wind whistle outside. I was just about to go collect some wood from the back yard when I got a very weird phone call. And that’s how everything started.
Chapter 1: A great discovery
When I woke up from a sleep that felt like an eternity I found myself lying on the kitchen floor. I could lie there for hours trying to get up, but not a single muscle in my body would listen to me. I have been lying on the kitchen floor for over two days. In the last ten minutes I’ve been trying to move my fingertips as they are feeling cold, almost as if they were frozen.
After trying for over one hour I gave up, my first tough was now I’m dead. Even when all hope fades away you should always believe, even if you believe in the simplest things. That day I believed that I would be able to move my fingertips, shortly after telling myself that over and over in my head I managed to move one of my fingers on my right hand. Suddenly I could feel someone grabbing my arm and pulling me up. I got up, but I couldn’t stand straight so I leaned against the kitchen sink. I started looking around me to find that I’m all alone in the kitchen. Whatever it was that helped me that day I know it had a reason to.
When the shock settled I realized that I was very hungry. I walked up to the fridge to grab something quick to eat. Opened the fridge and noticing that it’s completely empty. I could barely remember the last week but I was pretty sure I went shopping for groceries last Thursday. I didn’t think more about that.
Later that afternoon I went to the nearby McDonalds to grab something to eat. I barely touched the hamburger because I weren't really hungry. I keep asking myself the question - If hamburgers won’t do the trick, what will.
After 35 minutes I took the car back home again after just sitting at McDonalds. The staff even asked if there was something wrong with the food that I ordered. I quickly replied no and walked away. They must have thought there was something wrong with me, maybe they are right.
I wouldn’t be surprised if there is something wrong with me. Something within me changed that day. I’m not feeling like I used to feel. I thirst for something, something weird.
Still alive
Prologue:
I woke up with a cold running down my spine. I shivered when I realized my cover was covering only my shin. When I slowly pulled the cover back over me I looked out the window and I saw the snow falling slowly on oak tree outside. I sat down for five minutes just watching the snow fall on that oak tree. I got dressed rather quickly after staring outside since I heard the wind whistle outside. I was just about to go collect some wood from the back yard when I got a very weird phone call. And that’s how everything started.
Chapter 1: A great discovery
When I woke up from a sleep that felt like an eternity I found myself lying on the kitchen floor. I could lie there for hours trying to get up, but not a single muscle in my body would listen to me. I have been lying on the kitchen floor for over two days. In the last ten minutes I’ve been trying to move my fingertips as they are feeling cold, almost as if they were frozen.
After trying for over one hour I gave up, my first tough was now I’m dead. Even when all hope fades away you should always believe, even if you believe in the simplest things. That day I believed that I would be able to move my fingertips, shortly after telling myself that over and over in my head I managed to move one of my fingers on my right hand. Suddenly I could feel someone grabbing my arm and pulling me up. I got up, but I couldn’t stand straight so I leaned against the kitchen sink. I started looking around me to find that I’m all alone in the kitchen. Whatever it was that helped me that day I know it had a reason to.
When the shock settled I realized that I was very hungry. I walked up to the fridge to grab something quick to eat. Opened the fridge and noticing that it’s completely empty. I could barely remember the last week but I was pretty sure I went shopping for groceries last Thursday. I didn’t think more about that.
Later that afternoon I went to the nearby McDonalds to grab something to eat. I barely touched the hamburger because I weren't really hungry. I keep asking myself the question - If hamburgers won’t do the trick, what will.
After 35 minutes I took the car back home again after just sitting at McDonalds. The staff even asked if there was something wrong with the food that I ordered. I quickly replied no and walked away. They must have thought there was something wrong with me, maybe they are right.
I wouldn’t be surprised if there is something wrong with me. Something within me changed that day. I’m not feeling like I used to feel. I thirst for something, something weird.