Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26705150-20150824225706

My engine quieted as I halted at the red light by the intersection. The air was silent and dark, as no other vehicles could be seen or heard in the vicinity. I waited a few minutes for the light and then I accelerated just as gently as I had stopped.

Halfway through, I heard an engine revving, the screeching of tires, and my ears rang as a horn was slammed down. Two thousand pounds of foreign metal collided with my own vehicle and I was out in a second.

I don’t know what happened to me or the other driver after that. The only thing I recall is waking up right afterward. But I didn’t wake up in a hospital bed or on the couch after a bad dream. No, this was something else entirely.

My eyes opened as I awoke and I looked around me but there was nothing there. I looked down but it seemed as though I was just floating in a void and I had no ground to support my feet. I couldn’t even feel any of my senses. But then I could hear a voice in my mind speaking to me. I didn’t know who or what it was but they gave me a message. They gave me a choice between death and for as long as I do them a favor.

I thought maybe I was unconscious and this was all just my own imagination. But if that were true, how would I know that? I decided to humor the idea of this choice and I’m sure you know what choice I picked.

But then I felt as though I was floating again. This time I could see far in the distance, beyond what the normal eye can see, and there were thousands of orbs floating in different places. These orbs, I would later learn, were alternate universes different from our own, by only a few variables. But as the orbs extend farther and farther to the outer regions, those variables increase in number and life becomes even stranger than that of our own universe. Those strange things are what drive me and my new task at hand.

I don’t know why I was given this task or who gave it to me, but I have my suspicions. I can only guess it was nature itself, giving me the role of reminding mortals where they came from, for the sake of egomania.

This task requires me to find mortal men on Earth and show them what I can see inside those orbs. Because of this, I’ve seen so many writhe in fear, gasp for breath as their eyes widen, scream, or get up from where they lay.

Because every night I show people those things in their nightmares.  