Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-8674030-20141030052726

So, I wrote a new pasta, and though I would post it on this forum for final touches before posting, and maybe a title. Could anyone help?




 * Kansas City, Missouri, USA*
 * 17:36, Friday, October 7, 2035*

The basement scientist stared at his completed project. He was attempting to create an anti-matter generator. He had a complete vacuum, less than 500 atoms wide, tall, and deep, artificially created within a small osmium cylinder. He had pilfered many of his items from the local junkyard, and many other materials came from the Black Market.

He flipped a few switches, and pressed a few buttons. A mechanical hum emerged from the machine. He eagerly watched a computer screen. After a few tense moments, a purple dot appeared on the screen. It represented an anti-matter atom. A few keyboard strokes revealed that it was an anti-helium, or lunium, atom. The basement scientist grinned. He had done the seemingly impossible; he had generated anti-matter without destroying anything. Suddenly, three more anti-atoms appeared. He furrowed his brow. This was not supposed to happen. He checked the composure, and saw that they were anti-nitrogen, or turtellium. This was a large jump; they were supposed to go element by element, until they got to the very heavy elements. He watched the three atoms glide over to the lunium, and bond with it. This was not at all what he had expected; helium does not bond with anything. Amazingly, right at the bonding, five more atoms, this time anti-silicon, (serium) inexplicitly appeared. Then the screen exploded in activity, as anti-uranium, or atlium, popped up everywhere. Soon, the screen was a flurry of atlium atoms flying and bonding. Then, just as fast as they had appeared, every atom was gone.

The scientist frowned, as the hum stopped and the screen went black. The scientist walked over to the machine. He inspected it, and everything seemed to be in working order. He frowned again, and sat back down on the chair. But then, the machine started emitting a hum, different from when it was working. Out of curiosity, the scientist walked back over to it. The humming got louder and higher-pitched, until the scientist had to cover his ears. The computer screen shattered. The machine lifted off the ground, and the humming became too high to hear. The scientist hesitantly uncovered his ears. The machine started to shake and quaver, and then noiselessly imploded. It collapsed into an infinitesimally small spot, glowing brighter than any man-made light. The scientist shielded his eyes. After a few seconds in that state, the point suddenly expanded into a five-foot tall cloud of fog. It was grey, with gold flecks. The scientist confusedly stared at it. It was creeping forwards at about two miles an hour.

The scientist picked up a nearby beaker, and threw it at the cloud. He saw it go in, then nothing after that. No noise of it hitting the ground. The scientist grabbed a syringe, and stepped three steps to the cloud. He stuck the needle into the cloud, and pulled back the plunger, but nothing went into the chamber. The scientist frowned in confusion. He pulled back the syringe, and the needle was gone! The scientist threw down the syringe, and out of options, stuck his finger into the fog. He felt nothing abnormal, so pulled his hand back out. To his utter surprise, his finger was completely and totally gone. His eyes widened, and he stumbled back. He hit the wall, and scrambled to the door. The fog had now enclosed over 80% of the room. He fumbled with the door, but it was locked. He then remembered that he had left the key on top of the computer. He kicked the door, but it did not break. He backed up and rammed it with his shoulder, but that only resulted in a hurt shoulder. The scientist started to despair. He slid down the wall, and accepted his fate. As the fog engulfed his legs, he was at least glad that it was painless.



My family (which lives in California) first heard about the ever-encroaching mist on Sunday, October 9th. We were watching the TV, totally oblivious of any situation regarding the fog. Right in the middle of our show, a breaking news broadcast came on. Apparently, the fog had spread 174 miles in all directions, besides up. It was staying consistently at 5 feet. The government had been debating whether or not to declare a state of emergency, as they were not entirely sure if the fog was in fact killing whatever went into it. However, after three official government search parties had gone in and not come back out, the feds decided to declare emergency.

The military had conducted all kinds of tests on the fog, but nothing was conclusive. They could not get a sample for study, as nothing could hold it. Weapons did nothing to stop its eternal, slow, inevitable march. Rockets and bombs did not explode after entering the opaque cloud. NASA had launched a camera-laden satellite into orbit, but all that could be seen from space was a top view of what could be seen from Earth: a light-grey, perfectly square, cloud of fog. The speed was always exactly 2.000000000000000000000000000 mph, or 3.218688 kilometers per hour, no variance whatsoever. This totally befuddled scientists.

Skip two days ahead:

However, a few materials were found to slow the cloud for a time: Clay, Limestone, Gold, and Salt, if the right size. Any amount below three feet but above four inches on all sides, freestanding from the ground, if they entered the cloud, caused the entire cloud to slow down by 0.77740 miles an hour per item for exactly 6.16 minutes. The government ground the cloud to a stop for three days. The world rejoiced. But then, the cloud adapted. The four materials fell to the cloud’s grasp just like any other item. Nobody knew if the cloud would ever stop, but everyone agreed to move away from it.

Well, most everyone. My dad told our family to get in the car. He would not say why. After ten minutes of driving east, he told us that there was no sense in delaying the inevitable; we were driving the around 800 miles to the cloud, and going in. We protested more than anyone ever has about anything in our ancestry, but my dad would have none of it. He tied my mom’s hands down so she could not wrest the wheel from him. He all screamed and cried, but my dad seemed totally oblivious.

On the way, we heard a broadcast on the radio that the cloud had jumped up to thirty feet, seemingly to thwart the people who built tall structures to escape the fog. The strange thing was, the structures still stood after the fog engulfed the legs.

We arrived within vision of the cloud after around 11 hours of driving. My dad shoved us out of the car, and we all started to dejectedly walk towards the fog. When we were about fifty feet from the cloud, my dad said “Well, Darlene, Jeremy, and Carver, I guess this is it.” Before we could do anything to stop him, he ran towards the cloud, and flung himself in, headfirst. The three of us all simultaneously screamed “Dad, no!” But it was too late. Now, I admit, I have always had a fear of the inevitable, so this fog, from the start, seemed worse than any apocalypse I had ever imagined.

Or mom fell to the ground, and started to sob. Carver, my younger brother, started to try to comfort her. By now the mist was about twenty feet from us. While my mom and brother were not paying attention, I said to myself “Better get it over with,” and steeled my nerves. I dove into the fog.



I landed and rolled. I stood up, very confused. I was in a brilliant room, light shining from everywhere. I mouthed “The Fu-”, but was cut off when suddenly in front of me was a man. He was about 5 feet tall, and had a beard, and one of those hair-in-a-circle-bald-on-top haircuts that monks have, and was wearing a robe. He had very dark skin, but not like an African-American; more like a Middle Eastern. I asked him “who are you? Where is this place?” He smiled and said “I am Jesus. That fog was the Second Coming. This is Heaven. Welcome home.” He ushered my disbelieving self to a door, and opened it to reveal a land full of beauty, splendor, and promise.

FIN 