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A Cyber Monday
Ashes. Swirling smoke fills my lungs as I gasp for air and fling open my eyes. I see a sky of gray as dirty crumbling snowflakes cover my face. Are these snowflakes? Where am I? No, these are ashes. I scramble to my feet, holding what seems to be a heart-shaped locket. Head throbbing, knees shaking, I try to make sense of my surroundings. Maybe I should sit down. I hear distant crying and sirens. Am I safe here? Where did my office building go? I realize I am sitting near where it once stood. I have a nagging feeling that there is something that I am supposed to do, and it has something to do with this locket. As I attempt to slow down the heart beating out of my chest, I remember a voice and a face, like a distant memory. "You must release this; it is the only way the destruction will end. I didn't mean for it to go this far," the woman sobbed to me as she desperately tossed me the locket, ripping it from her neck - the building rattling around us. I don't really know what I am supposed to release or how to do that with some old locket. I roll it around in my grimy fingers and manage to pry it open - with a series of clicks, a tiny zip drive flipped outward from inside the locket. Oh no, nothing good is ever on a zip drive. What am I about to unleash? I hate Mondays.
By MELROSE đ5 years ago in Fiction
A Cyber Monday
Ashes. Swirling smoke fills my lungs as I gasp for air and fling open my eyes. I see a sky of gray as dirty crumbling snowflakes cover my face. Are these snowflakes? Where am I? No, these are ashes. I scramble to my feet, holding what seems to be a heart-shaped locket. Head throbbing, knees shaking, I try to make sense of my surroundings. Maybe I should sit down. I hear distant crying and sirens. Am I safe here? Where did my office building go? I realize I am sitting near where it once stood. I have a nagging feeling that there is something that I am supposed to do, and it has something to do with this locket. As I attempt to slow down the heart beating out of my chest, I remember a voice and a face, like a distant memory. "You must release this; it is the only way the destruction will end. I didn't mean for it to go this far," the woman sobbed to me as she desperately tossed me the locket, ripping it from her neck - the building rattling around us. I don't really know what I am supposed to release or how to do that with some old locket. I roll it around in my grimy fingers and manage to pry it open - with a series of clicks, a tiny zip drive flipped outward from inside the locket. Oh no, nothing good is ever on a zip drive. What am I about to unleash? I hate Mondays.
By MELROSE đ5 years ago in Fiction
