Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25907694-20150303002302

The woman was typing peacefully. Her essay was going quite well, but it wasn’t the most fun activity. Her boring expression proved evidence of this.

Slow and slight booms echoed in her head. They were forceful, yet calming. She looked up and around, looking for the source of the strange noise. When she looked around, she realized no one had really noticed the sound, it was only her. The music followed with eerie, ambient, and a sad tone, embodied through a muffled piano.

She started to feel drowsy, as if the sounds had a lulling effect.

The music progressed, clinging on her head, tugging at her heart. She was starting to feel deep emotions, some which she never really tapped into, others that could cause a man to go insane.

Memories.

Her brain ran through happy thoughts, her favorite moments. Her proudest moments. The euphoria came over her; however, it only lasted milliseconds.

Her regrets overshadowed her feelings of happiness.

She looked down at her keyboard, wanting to find escape in the refreshing touch of her laptop. To no avail, her mind inevitably found itself in remorse. Dreadful thoughts invaded her being.

She used to be good. She used to be pure.

Life didn’t treat her wrong, she treated life wrong. Her mistakes, errors, they were only products of her actions. Selfless, emotionless, stupid actions. Never did she think about her actions, or the ramifications.

There was no point in doing the essay, she thought. Her mind was flooded, knee-deep in thoughts of depression. Everything around her became bleak, reminding her of the things that should have poisoned her.

She closed her eyes and strained to open them, fearing that if she opened them, she would still be there.

She stayed there, motionless, the music still playing, almost as if it was a living thing. As if it was sensing the woman’s emotions and thoughts, as a third party.

Her eyes remained closed, but she decided that if she was still alive, there would be viable options for escape.

Everything was still there, she looked around again.

She felt out of place. She thought that, perhaps, she was supposed to end up somewhere else, not in that classroom.

<p class="MsoNormal">She looked further into herself, maybe she wasn’t meant to do what she’s been dragging herself to do.

<p class="MsoNormal">She never wanted to pursue a career in teaching, her mother pressured her. There were moments of slight happiness, or success, from the job. But, nothing fully convincing.

<p class="MsoNormal">The woman had dreams of being a writer. Time felt like a blanket, covering her, suffocating her, depriving her of all things outside of it.

<p class="MsoNormal">The song progressed, urging her to do something. She felt that action was required. She eyed her pencil, newly sharpened.

<p class="MsoNormal">Looking around, she saw various, potentially dangerous objects. None providing a quick and fast way.

<p class="MsoNormal">She sighed.

<p class="MsoNormal">Her peripheral vision sensed movement, and she saw something strange.

<p class="MsoNormal">A doctor came in, with a clipboard, and started to write something.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Hello?” The woman asked, already confused with the events.

<p class="MsoNormal">The doctor looked at her, surprised, and left the room urgently.

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<p class="MsoNormal">Suddenly, everything started to melt.

<p class="MsoNormal">Things became liquid, her world was falling apart.

<p class="MsoNormal">The woman felt like she won, she felt happy that her feelings were right, that she felt out of place.

<p class="MsoNormal">She braced herself, for her other world, she hoped it would be nice, something unknown, and even if it was weird, it wasn’t going to be her life anymore.

<p class="MsoNormal">But it wasn’t that, there was only light, in all directions, she was in a white room, floating, or at least, she felt like she was. Everything around seemed to bounce the song around, resonating and intensifying its loud booms.

<p class="MsoNormal">Memories came again, this time, they were projected all around her, pestering her, reminding her of a much more sinister version of herself.

<p class="MsoNormal">The truth was, she never changed, and she only avoided ever being that person again.

<p class="MsoNormal">The woman began to cry. As she looked down from embarrassment, she noticed she was wearing hospital clothes.

<p class="MsoNormal">Before she could react, half of the room went dark. She looked to the ceiling, and inspected the cause. There were two light bulbs, one of which, had gone out. They were on the two sides of the room. Feelings of claustrophobia flushed over her, realizing the room was small.

<p class="MsoNormal">She was in the middle, half of her body felt dull, the other normal.

<p class="MsoNormal">The woman looked at her arm, cast gloomy by the shadow’s embrace.

<p class="MsoNormal">Her face strained to think. Like a gravital pull,  she felt the light calling her.

<p class="MsoNormal">Memories of happiness called her, wanting her to survive.

<p class="MsoNormal">But she didn’t want to, it didn’t feel right to her. She walked to the dark location of the room and sat down.

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<p class="MsoNormal">She looked at the other side, somberly, she felt like she needed to suffer for what she had done, she wanted to.

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<p class="MsoNormal">After a few seconds, the room was engulfed in complete darkness.

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<p class="MsoNormal">She let out a fading smile.

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<p class="MsoNormal">''I wrote this while listening to one song on repeat for a while. Kind of wrote it quickly. I don't relaly know who to ask for advice, or comments, but i remembered about the Writer's Workshop so i would like to hear thoughts on this. I don't really know how i feel about it myself.''

<p class="MsoNormal">If you're wondering about the song, it is this:

<p class="MsoNormal">Goodnight Jade - Squarepusher

<p class="MsoNormal">Thanks for reading, all.

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