Blank Space

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Wondrous. Every part of it was. From the tips of the seemingly endless branches that expanded into the sky above, to the trunk whose roots owned the rich earth under. A dark gray enveloped the trunk, as deep ancient lines marked it as well. As you looked up, the trunk divided into several branches, looking almost like veins. Each branch then divided into twigs, giving the tree a look of endlessness. Spotted blue-ish grey leaves inherited each twig on each branch, making the top half of the tree seem like it was surrounded by smoke, resembling an atomic mushroom cloud. The tree was wondrous. 

   Eric Wess saw what appeared to be a tree branch from the corner of his eye. But that was ridiculous. The man was working inside Little Jimmy's, a local fast food restaurant. He didn't think much about it and rid his mind of the thought. All he thought about now was how much he hated his job.

"What's the time?" a voice asked, interrupting his thought.

"Uhh..." Eric glanced at the restaurant's clock across from him. "2:14."

The man who had asked this question suddenly turned around, heading for the door.

"Wait!" Eric shouted at the man.

The man stopped in his tracks, and walked towards Eric again.

"Here, have this watch. You seem to need it more than me, anyways."

"Err... Thanks," the man responded, obviously confused that a random stranger would give him something of theirs. "The name's Mason. But I gotta get going. I have somewhere important to be." And Mason rushed out of the restaurant, not even asking for Eric's name.

     Eric thought he could see something glowing as Mason ran out, but like his previous strange thought, he didn't think much about it.

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    Eric walked out of Little Jimmy's at 10:00 P.M. exhausted. He walked to his car, and got his keys from inside his coat. He pressed the button that unlocked his car and lifted his hand to reach the door handle. As he got close enough to reach the handle, he saw his reflection on his car's window.

    Eric considered himself a man of average height, about 6 feet tall. He was in his early twenties, with a job that didn't pay enough. He had dark brown eyes that looked almost black, even in the brightest light. His black hair was combed in a modern pompadour style. He had started growing out a beard, and he groomed it enough that he thought it looked acceptable. He wore his favorite dark brown coat, with a black collared shirt underneath. He had beige pants with a nice belt around his waist. Eric was in fit shape, and with all these features, was considered handsome by all of his lady friends. 

        Eric pulled the handle and swiftly entered his car. He started the engine and left the parking lot of Little Jimmy's. He drove for a long time, his mind so exhausted that he lost all sense of time or where he was heading. There were no vehicles on the road, making Eric feel a sense of loneliness and dread. He tried turning on the radio but all the stations weren't working. He wanted the sound of music so that he wouldn't feel as lonely. He wanted it so bad that he tried grabbing his phone from his coat to plug in the aux cord. The phone wasn't in his coat. He'd forgotten that he'd put it on the seat next to him, but it had fallen down. He tried reaching for it, not even thinking that his eyes should be on the road. As he reached down, his hand steered the wheel in his direction, causing the car to jerk in an awful manner. The car spiraled out of control and got on its side, where Eric was sitting. He felt the excruciating pain of glass on his arms and left cheek. He could feel a small stream of warm blood run down his face. Out of exhaustion and pain, Eric's mind faded into darkness.

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    Eric woke up on the trunk of a tree. He sat there, pondering how he had gotten there. He felt the pain on his arms and his head ached a ton from the crash. He looked at his arms, to see what the damage was. Eric stared at his arms in awe. His wounds were closing, causing many scars to form all over his arms. And then, the scars dissipated and his arms looked normal again. Eric was confused and afraid.

    Where am I? Eric thought. He took a good look around his surroundings. He saw nothing around him, except a flat blue-ish grassland that grew in all directions. All he took notice of now was the massive tree that he was sitting under. He stood up, realizing that the pain that he had just been experiencing was gone. He walked away from the tree to get a better view of it. When he was at a good distance, he turned around to look at the mysterious tree.

    Wondrous. That is the only word that Eric could come up with that would give the tree a little bit of justice. The image of this wondrous tree was imprinted on his mind and would stay there forever. He could stare at it for the longest time. But then the leaves twisted and turned to form a strange smokey image. It was the weirdest thing. The image moved like a video and it looked like a blue-ish grey filter had been put over it. He saw Mason, the man who he had given his watch to, get stabbed while he held a glowing gun in his hand. He could see his watch on Mason's hand. That was all he saw of Mason before the the leaves twisted again. This time, he saw a young man running away from wolves in a field. When he squinted, he noticed that the man wasn't human, but instead looked like a hybrid of a man and a lizard, and the wolves looked more devil-ish. And like before, the leaves twisted once more, and the tree looked normal again.

      How he hadn't noticed, he wasn't sure, but all around him was a field of vines with the same leaves as the tree. This was because the vines hadn't actually been there before. The vines grew at an astonishing rate, enveloping Eric. All of a sudden, the vines around him twisted like the tree's leaves did, and the scenery around him changed to look like the inside of a forest. Everything around him was in the same blu-ish grey color as the tree's leaves. He heard a twig breaking, so he turned around. Eric then witnessed a hunter shoot what seemed to be some sort of red wolf or fox. Then everything quickly faded into a different scene. Eric was now in inside a strange house. Everything in the house was either on the floor or broken or both. He saw a teenage boy on the floor and he looked like he was in pain. Close to him was what he could only guess was his mother and an intruder. He saw the mother on top of the intruder stabbing the intruder in the most gruesome way imaginable, too gruesome to describe.

      The vines around him then disintegrated into nothingness, and he was in an empty field with the wondrous tree once again. Eric was in serious confusion, and he honestly didn't know what to do. He just stood there, waiting for the next strange thing to happen. His patience rewarded him. He heard the sound of the tree's upper half twisting to form a new image. He looked up and saw a boy sitting in a classroom. The boy looked stressed. His foot was tapping in a furious manner, and he looked like he was typing in his iPad lightning fast, so that he could finish some kind of report of something. And then the boy stopped typing. The image then slowed down. Actually, everything around Eric slowed down. Slowly, Eric saw the boy sit there and think for a while. Then the boy went back to his iPad and started typing again. Time for Eric Wess went back to normal. Eric didn't understand what had just happened. And then it just clicked. Eric Wess was just a figment of this boy's imagination. Eric wasn't real and real at the same time. Sure, he thought thoughts but only thoughts that the boy would come up for him. Eric could live a whole life and think it was real, as long as the boy thought if it. But he didn't. The boy imagined him up and this how Eric's story would end. Eric thought of this and got angry. No, he wouldn't let it happen, but he there was no way of stopping. He was angry at the boy, angry at his own life. How could've this all been a lie? He looked up at the boy. The boy was still typing. He looked happy, satisfied with Eric's story, almost done. Eric ran towards the tree, the boy's imagination, his mind. He hit it, somehow thinking he could hurt the boy. This was just a story. He couldn't do anything. He hit it and hit and yelled at the tree. He felt tears run down his face. Eric didn't want his story to end like this. Eric hit the tree once more, and it sucked him in. All Eric saw was colors, every single color that he had seen and never seen, colors that shouldn't even exist. The colors flashed everywhere. He saw inside this boy's mind, what he thought, what he saw, what he felt. Eric wanted to be like the boy. He wanted to be real and he wanted to exist in his world. Eric noticed the flashing colors and his own mind slow down to a halt. Eric's last thought was how much he hated the boy for ending his story how he did.

Author's Note

Blank Space is an original story created by me.

This story is pretty random, so if you get confused, don't worry, you're not the only one. The scenes that Eric sees in the tree are from short stories that me and my friend have wrote. It was a little homage to those stories that we had fun creating. The ones that I created should be on my page. So you should definitely go give them read if you want to understand a little bit more about the story or how my writing has progressed over three years. Also, Mason is the main character of my friend's story. He's a time traveler, and the watch that Eric gives him is important to his story. Again, just a little homage. Oh, and the boy is me, if you hadn't figured it out.

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