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[/FONT]"Seeing the World through the Eyes of Fantasy"~
Imagine Writing your World.
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This is where I'll post random short stories that I write now and then. I have a passion for writing about Fantasy and a little Science Fiction, coupled with dark themes. However, I'm still a happy person.
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Alone
Day seventeen. As I drew another line on the wall of my cell with my blunt pencil, I could not help but wonder how I had gotten myself into this predicament. It had started out as a simple task: Cross the border into the southern half of Korea, and smuggle some official documents back. Never had I imagined that I would have been caught. After all, I was North Korea's top spy, having successfully completed eighty-eight missions before. This would have been the eighty-ninth, if not for my accursed capture. Now, more than two weeks into my stay in this dark and damp cell, the hopes of a rescue were receding, and I felt more lonely and isolated than ever.
Two days later, I awoke to the sounds of men shouting out my name. There was smoke everywhere and an alarm was sounding in the distance. Suddenly, my cell door opened wide, blinding me with the light from the outside world. My two comrades, Lee and Ho had come to rescue me. I clawed towards the light, but suddenly my thoughts gathered and I found myself lying on the floor of my cell. The door was closed, and I had been hallucinating, the days of isolation affecting my neural activity. Overcome with despair, I buried my head in my hands and wept silently.
Nonetheless, the vision I had spurred me on. It gave me new hope that I would be rescued in due time. I spent my time drawing a map of the prison on the wall, using information I had gained while being brought here, and from talking to the guards outside my cell. I simulated scenarios of my rescue or escape from this living hell, taking mental notes of how to deal with guards depending on their weapons. As the days went by, I became more and more optimistic.
On the twenty-ninth day, I was jolted from my slumber by a loud bang. A yellow fog, smelling of phosphorous, drifted slowly into my cell from outside. I recognised this as the effect of a smoke grenade, and subsequently concurred that the only reason a smoke grenade would detonate in a prison was that someone had entered the building for some purpose. Due to my haphazard thinking from the many days of isolation, it took me awhile to realise that this 'someone' was probably my comrades coming to save me. I heard familiar voices shouting my name, and instantly recognised them as belonging to Lee and Ho. I shouted out to alert them of my presence, and a minute later, I head the lock of my cell being unlocked. The door swung open wide, and I saw pure unadulterated light for the first time in nearly a month. Two silhouettes stood in the doorway, my comrades, and one of them offered a hand to me.
As I reached out with my hand, I suddenly remembered what I had experienced twelve days ago. Immediately my outstretched arm slackened. This scenario mirrored the hallucination I had so exactly, that it just had to be a recurrence. I knew, that to stop the horrid feeling of dread resulting from that last hallucination from taking over me again, I had to stop this illusion right here, right now. I shouted at the two figures, “No! I won't come with you! I know that, as I grab your hand, this whole situation will vaporise, and I'll be alone, again, in this terrifying cell! This is an illusion! You guys are fake!”
[FONT=Trebuchet MS, sans-serif] Lee and Ho, or should I say, the two apparitions stepped back, and one of them said to me in a soothing voice, “No, Han, this is real. We're here to take you-” “Shut up!” I screamed at them, “I won't let my mind be misled by illusions again! Go away! Go away! Get out of here!” At this I turned into a maniac, pushing the two figures away and slamming the cell door. I slumped down to the floor in anguish, as I heard the two apparitions outside murmur to each other, and then their footsteps hurrying away from the scene. I looked around at the four concrete walls of my cell, having housed numerous criminals in the past, all of whom were no longer here to join me in my sorrow, and realized, I am all alone.
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Day seventeen. As I drew another line on the wall of my cell with my blunt pencil, I could not help but wonder how I had gotten myself into this predicament. It had started out as a simple task: Cross the border into the southern half of Korea, and smuggle some official documents back. Never had I imagined that I would have been caught. After all, I was North Korea's top spy, having successfully completed eighty-eight missions before. This would have been the eighty-ninth, if not for my accursed capture. Now, more than two weeks into my stay in this dark and damp cell, the hopes of a rescue were receding, and I felt more lonely and isolated than ever.
Two days later, I awoke to the sounds of men shouting out my name. There was smoke everywhere and an alarm was sounding in the distance. Suddenly, my cell door opened wide, blinding me with the light from the outside world. My two comrades, Lee and Ho had come to rescue me. I clawed towards the light, but suddenly my thoughts gathered and I found myself lying on the floor of my cell. The door was closed, and I had been hallucinating, the days of isolation affecting my neural activity. Overcome with despair, I buried my head in my hands and wept silently.
Nonetheless, the vision I had spurred me on. It gave me new hope that I would be rescued in due time. I spent my time drawing a map of the prison on the wall, using information I had gained while being brought here, and from talking to the guards outside my cell. I simulated scenarios of my rescue or escape from this living hell, taking mental notes of how to deal with guards depending on their weapons. As the days went by, I became more and more optimistic.
On the twenty-ninth day, I was jolted from my slumber by a loud bang. A yellow fog, smelling of phosphorous, drifted slowly into my cell from outside. I recognised this as the effect of a smoke grenade, and subsequently concurred that the only reason a smoke grenade would detonate in a prison was that someone had entered the building for some purpose. Due to my haphazard thinking from the many days of isolation, it took me awhile to realise that this 'someone' was probably my comrades coming to save me. I heard familiar voices shouting my name, and instantly recognised them as belonging to Lee and Ho. I shouted out to alert them of my presence, and a minute later, I head the lock of my cell being unlocked. The door swung open wide, and I saw pure unadulterated light for the first time in nearly a month. Two silhouettes stood in the doorway, my comrades, and one of them offered a hand to me.
As I reached out with my hand, I suddenly remembered what I had experienced twelve days ago. Immediately my outstretched arm slackened. This scenario mirrored the hallucination I had so exactly, that it just had to be a recurrence. I knew, that to stop the horrid feeling of dread resulting from that last hallucination from taking over me again, I had to stop this illusion right here, right now. I shouted at the two figures, “No! I won't come with you! I know that, as I grab your hand, this whole situation will vaporise, and I'll be alone, again, in this terrifying cell! This is an illusion! You guys are fake!”
[FONT=Trebuchet MS, sans-serif] Lee and Ho, or should I say, the two apparitions stepped back, and one of them said to me in a soothing voice, “No, Han, this is real. We're here to take you-” “Shut up!” I screamed at them, “I won't let my mind be misled by illusions again! Go away! Go away! Get out of here!” At this I turned into a maniac, pushing the two figures away and slamming the cell door. I slumped down to the floor in anguish, as I heard the two apparitions outside murmur to each other, and then their footsteps hurrying away from the scene. I looked around at the four concrete walls of my cell, having housed numerous criminals in the past, all of whom were no longer here to join me in my sorrow, and realized, I am all alone.
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