Confusion and Fear

After a night of exploring some strange distant land, Mallory Haze woke up with her surroundings slowly melting before her eyes. Hadn’t she learned about this in her psychology class? Did she really become schizophrenic? The answer to this second question: no.

            “Hmm, perhaps I am still dreaming,” she said aloud, hoping that in saying so she might awake a second time. Her heart was pounding hard at the walls of her chest as if it were some sort of prisoner. She sat upright, slightly dizzy, but thoroughly awake. Her white walls, scattered notebooks, and furniture stopped melting abruptly and started swirling back into their original forms.

            Maybe her dream had oozed into her perception of reality. Or maybe it was just her vision. The time was 5:34 a.m. and she had plenty of time to get ready for school.

            Mallory was the type of girl who would closely observe how the light cast shadows on the teacher’s desk instead of paying attention to a fellow student’s anecdote about a summer spent in Italy. The shadow of something real blurred onto another object fascinated her. She always wondered whether there were things that let light pass through, like some sort of life or object in an alternate dimension. The problem was that she didn’t even know how to define a dimension.

             This never occurred to her when she saw a strange human shape suspended between her desk and her doorknob. It was a color that she didn’t recognize. It was something that could never possibly be on the visible light spectrum.

            She backed up, swishing around the blankets on her bed, her heart pounding faster than ever. When you imagine yourself in a situation like this, you might not think that you’ll be afraid. You might think that you’ll be fascinated and brave enough to approach it. However, if you are human, this is not the case. Mallory always thought she would be like the hero of a children’s book, determined to conquer a mysterious event without hesitation. But she panicked. She needed time to adapt. Taking enough time to calm down, she slowly stepped out of bed and got stabbed in the toe by a hair clip.

            “D****t,” she hissed, never taking her eyes off that object.

            Something on her left started to mutter in high-pitched segments. The sound waves hit her hard, affecting her visions, sending ripples through what she saw. Her head turned quickly to accommodate for both of the objects.

            It vaguely resembled a person, with short legs, a torso, tiny arms, and a head with two large opal eyes.

Reviews

[Mey]

very well written the opening really draws you in, but the end gets a little awkward, two bit stuck out, "The time was 5:34 a.m. and she had plenty of time to get ready for school." and the bit about terror. but still overall one of the best pieces i've come across in my diddling on writes cafe.

[Through the Looking Gla..]

yeah..it's not really finished
I didn't know how to continue it....
but I will post a continuation if I become inspired somehow :)
and thanks

[WriterMe]

It it finished? The ending seems too abrupt. But the over all the short piece is very good. Very suspenseful =] I like it. Please keep me posted if you are planning to continue the piece =]