What the ?

Yey first piece of writing. It is a place I never knew of.

I find myself in a neverending room, filled with floating irregular shapes in different colors. The floor is continuous marble black and the ceiling seems to be nonexistent. The pitter-patter sound of my converse shoes hitting the floor as I wander echo throughout the space, and I feel no other presence nearby me.

It seems... I am alone. I stroll further forward in the darkness, only able to see the odd figures levitating in the invisible blackness of the space. I can only hear myself breathing and the sounds of my clothes as I rustle them. Walking towards one of the floating figures, I stop to a halt. The particular figure that I stop in front of was a beautiful shade of grass green, like the very first blade in spring, and it seems to be molded with many sharp edges. I lift my hand to stroke the figure, when I notice something odd.

Why does it have a button? I inspect the side of the figure to find a little circle that looks like it was made to be pushed in. My curiosity is insisting to press the circle and my hand nearly presses it when I stop myself.

What if it’s a bomb? What if something bad will happen when I press it? Although these questions were swirling through my head, the curiosity inside of me was gently whispering into my ear,

“Press it dear, press it! You never know, the surprise might be something good!” Curiosity laughed and materialized on my shoulder. “You know, wouldn’t it be better to press it and find out what it is? That way I won’t have to torment you for the rest of your life!” It purred and rubbed itself around my neck, dragging its tail on my face. Curiosity jumped off my shoulders and landed softly onto the floor before me, turning around and sitting down. “I know you want to press it, dear. Why don’t you press it?”

I can only hear Curiosity’s words echo in my head, and claws shred my doubts and suspicions. I begin to trust Curiosity’s words, and echo them through myself as my own. I can only think of pressing the button. Press the button. Press the button...

Press the button?

My hand wavers.

Author's Note

You likey? Tell me if you think something should be improved on, i.e. sentences in paragraph # are choppy, things like that. It would be much appreciated :D

Reviews

[Evil Duncan]

An interesting little piece. I'm curious to know where it came from. Did you just sit down and write it? Or were you inspired by something? Or was it a writing exercise of some sort?

I like the 'choppy' style of it. I think It's a fair reflection of how a person waking up in unfamiliar circumstances would think. Short and sharp observations, cataloguing their surroundings, the irregular shapes, the never-ending marble floor, etc.

I also like the way you personify Curiosity. Initially I thought it was just a 'voice inside the head' of the narrator, but then you describe her materialising on your shoulder, wrapping a tail around you and later shredding your doubts with her claws. This reminded me a little of the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland and also made me think of Philip Pullman's His Dark Materials trilogy and I wondered if you were aiming for something like the personal Daemons that all the characters have in the universe he creates?

I have to say it is all rather confusing, but I guess that's kind of the point!?

[Alice]

I decided to write this spontaneously, I just kind of felt like it. I was inspired a bit the Chesire Cat in Alice in Wonderland, to be honest.

And yes, it's supposed to be slightly confusing :D

[Ilana]

OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!!!!! WHAT HAPPENS?! MAH MIND IS KILLIN ME. haha i love it