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Drama Fiction Suspense





“Pick a door quickly,” the voice demanded. “Pick before it’s too late.”

James stood in a small, brown-colored room facing a wall with a grayish door to the left, and a light blue door to his right. There were no windows on the walls to his left, right, and in front of him. Behind him is complete darkness. A feeling of dread that creeped into James’ soul.

“How did I get here?” he asked.

He is answered by sounds that sent chills down his spine, came forth from the darkness that brought terror into his heart. What came forth is nothing he has heard before, and immediately knew he did not want to know.

He looked at the doors as the sounds came closer and closer. The voice didn’t speak again, helping James along on his choice. He had little time to choose.

“Light blue it is,” he muttered as he went over and turned the silver knob.

The door opened, displaying a scene of whiteness. Nothing in sight.

“It’s better than the darkness.”

The sounds that can drive one mad erupted as if the things were about to enter the room.

James stepped forward, one step, two steps, and he heard the door shut, and a quick spin of his vision. He opened his eyes, not realizing he closed them, and saw he is in a house.

“But this is not right.”

He looked up at the ceiling and saw what looked like the floor. There is a sofa, a couple of chairs, a coffee table, and a light brownish rug. James looked down at his feet, seeing a flat surface of white.

“How can I be standing on the ceiling?”

Or is someone playing a trick on him and nailed everything on the ceiling?

James took a step forward and fell through the thin material. He entered another room, seeing an old lady in her rocking chair, holding either a sleeping or lifeless child. She looked up at James with a river of tears gushing from her eyes, that soon turned to red.

“Why?” she asked.

James crashed through another section of the house and landed on a grass lawn. He stood up and looked around. There is carnage everywhere the eye can see. Countless houses crushed and scattered to the four winds.

“What the hell happened here?” he muttered.

“I want to do it,” a kid’s voice is heard a few feet away. “Go away.”

James looked to his right and saw a child sitting on the ground with what looked like a pile of legos in front of him. Standing behind him is a figure he couldn’t make out what gender it is.

“I don’t want your help,” the child cried out.

The figure stood there for a moment, then turned and walked away. James could feel the sadness emitting from the figure as it went and stood behind a brick wall. The figure continued to watch the child as they built what looked like a house from the legos. But it didn’t take long for the child to grow frustrated, and soon his fists crashed down, destroying his creation. James could hear a loud popping and crashing sound in the distance.

“Always watch the little one, even when shunned,” a voice spoke all around him.

“Who is there?” James asked.

He looked over to see the child, and the figure was gone.

Nothing made sense, but for some unknown reason, it made sense.

“I live on a planet that so many times makes little sense,” he thought. “Free will to the ones who don't truly deserve it?”

The eruption of conversation came from his left, behind a building, partially intact.

“Maybe an explanation,” James said as he headed toward the voices.

He went around the corner and saw people of all types sitting at a table that stretched for hundreds of feet. These people were dressed in styles of all ages of time. From the beginning of humanity to the present. All sitting there talking to each other. They understood each other, which James at first thought impossible, but all things are possible.

As James came closer to the table, he could hear everything they were saying. All if it was about ruling their lands and what they would do. James listened as they tried to outdo each other by what they would accomplish.

Suddenly, it is like a large screen flashed on that surrounded all of them. James looked all around as the screen played a horrific scene. Scenes of battle after battle throughout history. Body after body fell to the ground as James could see their soul depart their body. Scene on scene of gruesome deaths. Then it changed to people being abused by others. Ones in prison being tortured. People being led to their deaths. People put into slavery as others lived a lavish life. Misery shown throughout history as humanity tried to rule. James looked at the people at the table and saw they were looking at the screen. Many of them laughing, some with a stone icy stare, and a very few with a look of despair. Then there is a blinding flash, and James was suddenly alone. There is no screen, no table, and no people.

“How do I get out of this place?” he thought.

He turned around and saw what looked like an entrance to a maze.

“I didn’t see this before,” he said as he walked toward the entrance.

James had a feeling he could depart this insanity by finding the exit to the maze.

He entered what he thought was a maze; the walls made of red bricks, a good portion of it covered by ivy. James quickly realized this is not a maze as a path went straight ahead toward a bright light.

“That is where I need to go.”

But as he went toward the light, he saw there were many paths branching off the main one. The first path branching off immediately drew James to it, but abruptly stopped upon an unearthly scream.

“I think I will pass going that way.”

James moved on and immediately attracted to many of the paths, but the feeling of evil from many made him move on. He closed his eyes and take step by step toward the light. He could feel the allure of the other paths, but kept going forward until he could feel a warm, soothing gust of air hit him. He opened his eyes and saw he is only two steps from entering the light.

“Let’s see where this goes,” he said, and stepped into the light.

Next moment, he opened his eyes, realizing he was lying on a sofa.

“You are okay, Mr. President,” a voice spoke. “Just relax.”

“What happened?” he asked as he looked at his Vice President, Zimmerman.

“You were just pacing, talking about what you planned on doing when you collapsed,” she replied.

He slowly sat up. “I had the craziest dream.”

“You are fine now.”

“Yes. Yes indeed.”

Some of his plans he changed. Change for the better for humanity instead of satisfying the rich.


May 27, 2021 23:08

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Julian Race
08:30 May 28, 2021

Nice flow to the story, well constructed. :-) Julian

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Josephine Samuel
08:44 Jun 03, 2021

Chills😁😁 It's so captivating. Nice plot too👍

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Corey Melin
14:00 Jun 03, 2021

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Yvone Mthembu
08:21 Jun 03, 2021

You couldn't have delivered your 50th submission in any way grander than this, Congrats old soul,it was nicely woven and I enjoyed the seamless way you move from one scene to another without breaking the readers attention. This is superb

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Corey Melin
14:01 Jun 03, 2021

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Arvind Kashyap
02:18 Jun 02, 2021

Nice plot.

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Corey Melin
17:50 Jun 02, 2021

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Martin Buckell
13:01 Jun 01, 2021

Great story......and an inspirational author bio!

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Corey Melin
17:51 Jun 02, 2021

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Shreshta Writer
00:23 Jun 01, 2021

Awesome story! Check out mine if you can!

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Corey Melin
17:51 Jun 02, 2021

Thank you for the comments. Will do

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T.H. Sherlock
23:33 May 28, 2021

The image of the old lady rocking a lifeless child gave me chills! A lot of good imagery here. I loved the beginning where James entered through the door only to realise he’s stood on the ceiling too.

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Corey Melin
23:43 May 28, 2021

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Kristin Neubauer
17:03 May 28, 2021

You really gave us such a sense of horror, of fragmentation, of grotesqueness in this this one....strong writing that drew me in. I also thought the twist at the end was clever and a nice juxtaposition with the dread. In the first few paragraphs, you seemed to flip back and forth between present and past tense a little, but that is minor - easily fixed. Nice job!

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Corey Melin
17:19 May 28, 2021

The funny thing is that I used all present tense then go to a writing aid that changed some to past. Changed some back but didn’t catch all of it. Thank you!

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Esther Kurisu
15:37 May 28, 2021

Woah. "A feeling of dread that creeped into James’ soul." I can feel the shivers running down my spine when I read this. Great Job!

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Corey Melin
15:50 May 28, 2021

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Esther Kurisu
18:57 May 28, 2021

No problem!

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Sue Marsh
16:11 Jun 01, 2021

Corey another great story

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Corey Melin
17:50 Jun 02, 2021

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