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Glass milk bottle
The Bible
Bicycle tyre
Waking up with no recollection of the night before, these three objects help you peice together how you ended up here...
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I woke up. Sitting next to me was a bible. It was burnt and torn. Runes were written in to it, I assumed, by me. Next to it was the shambles of a bottle that once held milk. Its edges were burnished with flicks of blood, drying. Sitting in front of my was a collection of humans. Their remains were scattered about in the shape of a tire. Everything felt wrong. I satred in horror, my hand lifting to...
I wake up with my head pounding and an ugly feeling in my stomach, as though Iâve just eaten and dared to ride four whole rollercoasters without regurgitating. God, whatâs wrong with me?
Iâm in my room but everything looks too bright. The soft pink walls and white blinds with cream curtains. My clean, white polished floor and the clothes that I still havenât reguarded. Why do I feel as though Iâm...
Alex woke up with a pounding headache and a sense of disorientation. The harsh sunlight streaming through the window didn't help. As they sat up, they noticed three peculiar objects scattered around the room: a glass milk bottle, an old Bible, and a bicycle tyre. Each item seemed out of place, yet somehow crucial to understanding the foggy events of the previous night.
First, Alex picked up the g...
A glass lays on the counter
Half full, half empty
Half smashed. Milk stains the shards.
Glistening and murky.
Pernicious and no one would know
Until they try to clean it up
And it stays.
In every possible way.
The smell, the taste, the splinters
A part of you forever.
Much like a book
Lingering ideas, beliefs, knowledge
That follows you
Watches you
Omniscient, omnipotent,
Superior. A couple of...
Chloe blinked. She could barely see through blurry eyes. She blinked again, where was she?
A few more blinks and her vision cleared up slightly, with a tinge of blue she could at least make out she was in a living room.
Her body felt strange and she realised that she was hanging half off the couch. Moving to fix her position and a rush of blood swarmed her head and pain exploded. She grabbed he...
I woke up on my living room floor
Passed out from apparent intoxication
An empty bottle of vodka
And several crushed up cans of beer
Adorned my otherwise spotless apartment
Ok, that wasnât quite true
I hadnât swept in some time
Dishes had piled up on the sink
And six glass milk canisters
Sat, probably spoiling, on the counter
Thatâs odd, I thought
The milk wasnât supposed to come until tomorr...
Iâm on the ground. I canât move. What happened? I canât remember anything. Way in front of me is a bent up bicycle tyre, next to me a smashed glass milk bottle, no, multiple smashed glass milk bottles. There is a bicycle next to me, missing itâs back tyre, so thatâs where the tyre came from, but how did it end up all the way over there?
I remember!
I was on my bicycle, delivering the milk as I u...
Zed wipes her mouth. Wet rubber.
Looking down, squinting her eyes she sees black dancing across her fingers.
She smells them. Rubber scented.
Wiping her saliva stained cheek with her left hand, she feels relief from the itch that work her up.
Blinking a few times, Zed yawns and her eyes glimpse the black circular tube on the floor beside the couch.
âThatâs why my hand is black.â
Surveying the...
What the hell happened?!
As my surroundings came into focus, that was all I could think.
Last I recall I was at the No Exit having a drink and watching the Spurs. I donât even remember leaving.
Now Iâm staring up at giant warehouse lights. Iâm flat on my back on a cold grey concrete floor. There are what look like conveyor belts on both sides of me.
On one side, rows and rows of empty milk b...
It was my third summer working on the island, and I was completing my last delivery of the night. As I came around the corner, I saw my favorite view of the coast from the highest point by the north lighthouse. It was just before dusk, and the last few bands of orange light descended the rocks by the shore. My job wasnât much fiscally, but it reminded me of a world that I could make sense of. Ther...
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