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| Underwater Slavery |
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| Giants loom overhead on every side of me, they enclose me and all of my actions. I feel like an orphan in a rectangular world. Horns and other mechanical noises come from my left, but I don't dare turn my head. My vision is focused on the crowd of denied, blinded pedestrians. Somewhere behind them is my office building, covered in graffiti that's filled with hatred for outsiders. The air smells of sugary sweet candy and of animal urine. It's hard to distinguish where one scent ends and where the next resumes. Voices calling to vanished children and cries of joy combine in the same way, layer upon layer. I can hardly hear my own inner voice. It screams at me but all I hear is a faint whisper, and I feel a slight buzzing in my head. Puddles of waste and discarded pieces of orange paper litter the ground. I take care not to leave the cleared path, for fear of stepping in a hidden hole and falling feet first into the center of the Earth. I hear a crack, and a blur passes my feet. Deep, dark feelings confuse my sight, and I stare blankly ahead. Another pop, and I falter. A long shaft is positioned in my direction, and it smells like death. My feet are the first to shatter. I fall slowly toward the littered ground, almost as if I am in slow motion. A cold pressure is present in my chest, and the shaft disappears into the crowd. I land on my face, a mass of humming wasteland. My head hits the hard cold ground, and it fractures cruelly. My arms sway in the lukewarm wetness, and my eyes start to become misty. I try to capture the last essence of being alive, yet the silky sand sweeps through my fingers like the dismal blood in my veins. I slowly lose my mortal self, and skulk into my everlasting non-dreaming state. A face builds in front of my eyes, a man's face. Soft and tender, yet lined with the vicious marks of time. He whispers to me, but there's a loud commotion in my head and I cannot hear him. My brain whirs and tries to discard the earthly world and its possessions, leaving my body mute and limbs delicate. "Come with me," his voice flows closer to me, until it is inside of my head. He smiles down at me, from high on his golden pedestal. His face shimmers, and I lift my head. I'm underwater, amid fish of all colours of the rainbow. I fight the waves. My feet kick like egg beaters, in a jerking, haphazard way. His reflection wrestles with the undulating water, it dissolves, and yet I can still feel His warm glow around me. The pain in my skull burrows its way into my newfound consciousness, and my body becomes paralyzed under the blue-green water. I sink to the bottom of the titanic sea. I come to a rest on the coral, with my face tilted toward the warm sunshine. Knifelike fingers stab at my appendages, they create deep caverns in my dead flesh. They wind their way through my organs and into my lungs, yet I make no attempt at stopping them. My hands remain crossed on my chest, my grey flesh speckled with dancing beams of light. I can't move, my solitary body lies forgotten under the cold current of underwater slavery. I ponder life's questions, the trivial and the most philosophical, while I wait for the end of the world. After millions of years, my head starts to spin again, like a nightmarish carnival ride. More Stories More Stories written for school Lair Homepage |
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