A New Design Part I
She was running down a labyrinth of almost endless pale aquamarine colored hallways. Racing between the crossroads of open doorways she would only stop to listen for footsteps not her own. She was worn out and exhausted from what seemed hours of searching. But she never found anything. No water, no food, and no one to help her. Nothing but the same doors and hallways.
"Perhaps," she thought, "that if I hide I may get some sleep and search tomorrow."
But there was nowhere to hide, only open hallways that led to no place other than more hallways.
"This is useless." she muttered to herself as she reluctantly took off around what was yet another endless combination of hallways and doors.
Then she saw it. A sparkle, a glimmer of hope in the distance. It only caught the corner of her eye, but she was certain that this would be her way out. She started toward the tiny sparkle of light, but as she ran further it only seemed as if the light was getting smaller. She only ran faster. She had to know if this was her ticket out of the redundancy that has ensnared her last five hours of life. After only a moments' notive, the light that had been vanishing in the distance had jumped out in front of her. She had stopped like she had hit a brick wall.
In front of her now stood something that was so deformed and so hideous that it was almost comical. She thought it was nothing short of a mutant with a lightbulb. But it was scarey. She was frightened. Partially due to large breadth of the creature. Partially to the fact that the beasts' backside was only visible and ugly enough to make her not want to see its front. It had massive wings that appeared to be broken and torn, only that of a fallen angel. It also had sharp point protruding out of what seemed to be its head like jagged ears on a very battered broken bunny.
A pindrop could have been heard for miles. She dared not make any movements or sound for fear that she would rouse the beast that stood nearly a foot and a half in front of her. She heard hissing. And then her name. It came unmistakingly front the mangled animal. And then slowly, as if it were a car in a showroom, the beast turned around to face her.
She screamed for help at the top of her lungs, and then there she was. alone, shivering, near lifeless in the corner of a cold, dark ally. She knew where she was now. The walls were familiar to her. She saw forty feet before her two shadowy figures. She realized again where she was. Those were not ordinary people. And at that moment, with the dropping of her stomach that could only elsewhere be accomplished on a roller coaster, she wished that she could be any place but there.
"Not here. Not now." she thought.
Her mind wandered back to the hallways. She almost wished she were present with the dreadful beast than in this lonely place.
She was startled again. It was a hand placed on her shoulder in such a way that would upset her even if she had not met that horrible creature face to face.
The hand picked her up, and turned her around. The body that had moved her was veiled by the shadows. And then it spoke from behind the darkness words that she did not want to hear.
To Be Continued . . .
"Perhaps," she thought, "that if I hide I may get some sleep and search tomorrow."
But there was nowhere to hide, only open hallways that led to no place other than more hallways.
"This is useless." she muttered to herself as she reluctantly took off around what was yet another endless combination of hallways and doors.
Then she saw it. A sparkle, a glimmer of hope in the distance. It only caught the corner of her eye, but she was certain that this would be her way out. She started toward the tiny sparkle of light, but as she ran further it only seemed as if the light was getting smaller. She only ran faster. She had to know if this was her ticket out of the redundancy that has ensnared her last five hours of life. After only a moments' notive, the light that had been vanishing in the distance had jumped out in front of her. She had stopped like she had hit a brick wall.
In front of her now stood something that was so deformed and so hideous that it was almost comical. She thought it was nothing short of a mutant with a lightbulb. But it was scarey. She was frightened. Partially due to large breadth of the creature. Partially to the fact that the beasts' backside was only visible and ugly enough to make her not want to see its front. It had massive wings that appeared to be broken and torn, only that of a fallen angel. It also had sharp point protruding out of what seemed to be its head like jagged ears on a very battered broken bunny.
A pindrop could have been heard for miles. She dared not make any movements or sound for fear that she would rouse the beast that stood nearly a foot and a half in front of her. She heard hissing. And then her name. It came unmistakingly front the mangled animal. And then slowly, as if it were a car in a showroom, the beast turned around to face her.
She screamed for help at the top of her lungs, and then there she was. alone, shivering, near lifeless in the corner of a cold, dark ally. She knew where she was now. The walls were familiar to her. She saw forty feet before her two shadowy figures. She realized again where she was. Those were not ordinary people. And at that moment, with the dropping of her stomach that could only elsewhere be accomplished on a roller coaster, she wished that she could be any place but there.
"Not here. Not now." she thought.
Her mind wandered back to the hallways. She almost wished she were present with the dreadful beast than in this lonely place.
She was startled again. It was a hand placed on her shoulder in such a way that would upset her even if she had not met that horrible creature face to face.
The hand picked her up, and turned her around. The body that had moved her was veiled by the shadows. And then it spoke from behind the darkness words that she did not want to hear.
To Be Continued . . .
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