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DISCLAIMER: This is not a normal blog, it is a story, if you like it I will potentially post more. This story took a lot of work and uses a lot of "devices" in the sense of English techniques, you'll spot a lot of alliteration. There is a hidden meaning, you can comment what you think it is and see if you can analyze it. But other than that, enjoy this short and sweet piece of work.
The room was fairly black and white, quite literally black and white. The walls were a dull white; the chairs were a menacing black. The walls felt as if they were watching you, as if they had eyes and they were closing in, reading your mind and understanding your thoughts, as if they had a life to them, but then again they were just walls, dull white walls. The chairs became complacent, as if the constant weight of my body was hurting it, giving it pain. The other chairs watched in shock as this poor chair was being squeaked and stretched as I swung back and forth like on a swing set in summer. The silent screams of evil as the chair squeaked louder, it screeched so loud to the point of breaking as to scare me, as if it was to break security to scar me and send me to a place to learn a lesson of solitude, never to hurt another chair ever again. I stopped swinging my feet.
A ridiculously large lump of life thundered into the space. A body of immense mass, I almost felt drawn towards it as if she had her own gravitational pull. The colossal cluster of fat walked in slowly as sweat swam south, down onto the floor. A thin stream of water was winding down the hallways now as she closed the door behind her, making her way to the seat and sitting upon it.
Then it happened.
The death of the menacing black chair now turned into a pile of metal and plastic. Her behind bounced on the broken bones of the chair, cushioned by her own body. I held in my laughter, store straight and did my best not to focus on her, instead of her I focused on the walls and they focused on me.
The room fell silent again, disregarding the girl in the corner sitting on the fallen and breathing quickly. She seemed tired.
After a while of silence another comical figure opened the door. An artificial expression made from countless surgeries and check-ups. He strolled in, fake face first; he looked at the woman in disgust and shock, he noticed the broken chair and was even more shocked and disgusted but he thought not to mention it, and within good reason. Making his way to a seat, the initial squeak was sounded once more. The person had a smile that would scare clowns and little children; a completely smoothened forehead; hands that appeared as soft as a babies face and not to mention the ginormous pair of ears that could possibly pick up radio signals.
The small fellow sat perched on his seat moving from side to side every few seconds. The squeaking sound satisfied his senses significantly and the soft paws he possessed fiddled with his rectangular smartphone swiftly. The sounds of coin collection in a Mario video game echoed around the entire room.
10 Minutes, surely 10 minutes was all I had left to wait for a check-up. Surely I do not have to spend any longer with the constant pings from a video game, this surely cannot get worse. But I spoke too soon, I had made a mistake as just as I thought it, it got worse.
The female fetched a fat filled sandwich, it had: Bacon, cheese, beef and a whole lot of grease just filling every air pocket. The woman munched her Sunday snack in the room, great bellows of sound bounced off the dull white walls making them crazy, making the menacing black chairs crazy and nonetheless driving me to madness. Oh it can’t get worse, but then it did.
The smartphone had finally stopped constantly making any sort of sound and I relished in the part silence for as long as I could until I realized, he was answering a phone call. His mouth opened and closed faster in a high-pitched manner, faster than the lady was eating. Somehow her food never ran out and by some logic the man got progressively louder and louder with cackling laughter, the room was lively with an aggravating buzz. Oh what sweet hell is this!?
I had given up. I threw my face into my own sweaty palms and sobbed over and over as the room got progressively more bothersome and vexatious.
Then it stopped.
A door opened, a voice announced my name and the room was empty besides me and the doctor. The sound in silence was scary.
Welp I hope you enjoyed that, a diamond is appreciated and believe it or not, I love comments even more and all your money. So if you enjoyed it tell me, if you hated it, I will cry everyday of my life forever and ever... or you know, you could tell me where I went wrong and I can improve because I love you guys... okay I love some of you guys... okay I don't love any of you... I think this was a good way to end a blog... yeah dis iz gud, su muc gud gremer.
Extra edit: This story has an eerie sense, a comical sense and a lot of weird things occur. Understanding my initial intentions may be near impossible as I wrote it from my own point of view. But I realize now after multiple a read that there is a lot of ways to perceive this story. If you have an interesting way, please oh please do tell me, even if someone has already said it. I'd love to hear an opinion if you have one. Anywho, if you want my initial intention, you can shoot me a PM on the site or sleep in chat and find me when i come on haha. Have a nice day
-HappyKeysTV
DISCLAIMER: This is not a normal blog, it is a story, if you like it I will potentially post more. This story took a lot of work and uses a lot of "devices" in the sense of English techniques, you'll spot a lot of alliteration. There is a hidden meaning, you can comment what you think it is and see if you can analyze it. But other than that, enjoy this short and sweet piece of work.
The room was fairly black and white, quite literally black and white. The walls were a dull white; the chairs were a menacing black. The walls felt as if they were watching you, as if they had eyes and they were closing in, reading your mind and understanding your thoughts, as if they had a life to them, but then again they were just walls, dull white walls. The chairs became complacent, as if the constant weight of my body was hurting it, giving it pain. The other chairs watched in shock as this poor chair was being squeaked and stretched as I swung back and forth like on a swing set in summer. The silent screams of evil as the chair squeaked louder, it screeched so loud to the point of breaking as to scare me, as if it was to break security to scar me and send me to a place to learn a lesson of solitude, never to hurt another chair ever again. I stopped swinging my feet.
A ridiculously large lump of life thundered into the space. A body of immense mass, I almost felt drawn towards it as if she had her own gravitational pull. The colossal cluster of fat walked in slowly as sweat swam south, down onto the floor. A thin stream of water was winding down the hallways now as she closed the door behind her, making her way to the seat and sitting upon it.
Then it happened.
The death of the menacing black chair now turned into a pile of metal and plastic. Her behind bounced on the broken bones of the chair, cushioned by her own body. I held in my laughter, store straight and did my best not to focus on her, instead of her I focused on the walls and they focused on me.
The room fell silent again, disregarding the girl in the corner sitting on the fallen and breathing quickly. She seemed tired.
After a while of silence another comical figure opened the door. An artificial expression made from countless surgeries and check-ups. He strolled in, fake face first; he looked at the woman in disgust and shock, he noticed the broken chair and was even more shocked and disgusted but he thought not to mention it, and within good reason. Making his way to a seat, the initial squeak was sounded once more. The person had a smile that would scare clowns and little children; a completely smoothened forehead; hands that appeared as soft as a babies face and not to mention the ginormous pair of ears that could possibly pick up radio signals.
The small fellow sat perched on his seat moving from side to side every few seconds. The squeaking sound satisfied his senses significantly and the soft paws he possessed fiddled with his rectangular smartphone swiftly. The sounds of coin collection in a Mario video game echoed around the entire room.
10 Minutes, surely 10 minutes was all I had left to wait for a check-up. Surely I do not have to spend any longer with the constant pings from a video game, this surely cannot get worse. But I spoke too soon, I had made a mistake as just as I thought it, it got worse.
The female fetched a fat filled sandwich, it had: Bacon, cheese, beef and a whole lot of grease just filling every air pocket. The woman munched her Sunday snack in the room, great bellows of sound bounced off the dull white walls making them crazy, making the menacing black chairs crazy and nonetheless driving me to madness. Oh it can’t get worse, but then it did.
The smartphone had finally stopped constantly making any sort of sound and I relished in the part silence for as long as I could until I realized, he was answering a phone call. His mouth opened and closed faster in a high-pitched manner, faster than the lady was eating. Somehow her food never ran out and by some logic the man got progressively louder and louder with cackling laughter, the room was lively with an aggravating buzz. Oh what sweet hell is this!?
I had given up. I threw my face into my own sweaty palms and sobbed over and over as the room got progressively more bothersome and vexatious.
Then it stopped.
A door opened, a voice announced my name and the room was empty besides me and the doctor. The sound in silence was scary.
Welp I hope you enjoyed that, a diamond is appreciated and believe it or not, I love comments even more and all your money. So if you enjoyed it tell me, if you hated it, I will cry everyday of my life forever and ever... or you know, you could tell me where I went wrong and I can improve because I love you guys... okay I love some of you guys... okay I don't love any of you... I think this was a good way to end a blog... yeah dis iz gud, su muc gud gremer.
Extra edit: This story has an eerie sense, a comical sense and a lot of weird things occur. Understanding my initial intentions may be near impossible as I wrote it from my own point of view. But I realize now after multiple a read that there is a lot of ways to perceive this story. If you have an interesting way, please oh please do tell me, even if someone has already said it. I'd love to hear an opinion if you have one. Anywho, if you want my initial intention, you can shoot me a PM on the site or sleep in chat and find me when i come on haha. Have a nice day
-HappyKeysTV
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