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Posted: Jun 14 2012, 07:05 AM
Member No.: 16621
Joined: 14-July 03
So this took me around 2 hours for me to write(I'm a slow writer). Any comments and criticisms are appreciated, even if it's just to say that you liked or hated it. Go ahead and tear into it if you feel so inclined. Warning: there's profanity in this piece if that offends you.
Portals aren't supposed to exist. And I don't mean a portal into another room or website kind of portal. I mean magical door into another dimension kind of portal. It's just right here in my room at the foot of my bed. The hell? It's just there being all blue and swirly and making this constant swooshing sound. It's kinda like a vertical whirlpool and the water's too dark for me to see through. I've been staring at it for a good five minutes and it hasn't gone away.
Should I go in? That was the prominent question I kept asking myself, followed closely with: have I gone insane? Insanity was much more likely considering my current situation. Nothing really bad—just that I've been pretty down for a while. But I was thinking more along the lines of panic attacks and abusing drugs, not full-on hallucinations. Fuck, this is gonna suck when I tell mom and dad. I might have to check myself into one of those insane asylums. Shit, we can't afford that! Hopefully, it's real.
I grabbed the book that was on my nightstand, but then decided not to throw it into the vortex since I hadn't finished reading it yet. What book could I stand losing? Instantly, I jumped off the bed and found it on the bookshelf adjacent to my bed. I read the title with a self-satisfied grin on my face: The Book of Mormon. Love it when those guys come by to talk. They're hilarious. Anyway, I had already cocked my arm back to throw it into the portal when I again I thought better of it. What if whatever's on the other side was very impressionable? What if this was first contact and I would be to blame for Mormonizing all of humanity? I grabbed a pen, turned to the title page, and wrote, "this book is a complete work of fiction," just in case. Not that I planned to throw it in anymore. I wanted to make sure that if aliens suddenly popped out of this portal and started studying all my crap, they'd know.
In the end I just threw my pillow in, which accomplished nothing but the loss of my pillow. Still can't tell if it was real, or if I was crazy. Well, duh, how do you ever really tell if you're crazy anyway? All you can really do is trust all your senses and hope they're not deceiving you. Best not to worry about things you can't change.
Anyway, I wasn't going to be reckless. Might not even be air on the other side. I just need to call the police or something. Shit, they're not going to believe this. I was about the dial 911 anyway, wondering if that works on cell phones, when I heard a voice echoing from the vortex.
"Hero!" said the raspy voice of an old man. "Are you there? Can you hear me? Please respond! You are our only hope!"
Holy crap, it's happening! I was already haphazardly dashing around my room grabbing supplies before I answered, "just a minute! I'll be right over!"
Duffle bag—check. First aid kit--check. Glock 9mm with a hundred and fifty rounds--check. Survival knife—check. Hand-crack flashlight—check. Rugged, yet stylish clothes—check. Pens(they'll love that shit)—check. Roommate's electrical engineering book? Couldn't hurt. What else? What else? Oh right. Squirt bottle with at least three hundred drops of acid left—check. Fifteen tabs of ex and 5 capsules of molly—check. Ziplock bag filled with shrooms—check. Wait, did I take any of this earlier? No, of course not. And that wouldn't cause this kind of hallucination anyway.
"Okay, I'm coming over!"
"Oh, thank goodness!" the wizened old voice replied.
"We're saved!" came another voice, this time young and female. She sounded fuckable.
Of course I knew that I must have gone insane. I was probably in a patted room right now ranting and raving about being the only one who can save the kingdom. But who gives a flying fuck as long as I don't have to deal with the actual patted room? I took a deep break and bent my knees, ready to leap forward into the portal. My final thought in this world—I forgot condoms.
This post has been edited by sky1 on Jun 14 2012, 07:24 AM