Ideas come and go, like a spinning door with a constant flow of entrances and exits. Some might stick around and expand even further into something great. Others might be stick for a few moments before their mind is changed and they never look back. But what must the world the ideas live in look like from conception until its inevitable demise?
I'd just gotten off the phone with the guy I'd been talking to for a while. We haven't exactly made anything official but I know he's interested, just as he knows I am. He and I met at the grocery store. I was picking up some alcohol and he must have been doing the same. We nearly bumped carts with each other before cracking jokes and we began talking. We must have hit it off because we've been talking ever since.
We'd been talking for a few weeks now and he just recently invited me over to his house. He told me over the phone how to get there and I fully intended on making my way there soon, I just needed to get ready.
I'd gotten home from work a few minutes ago and I knew I was all sweaty from running around all day. There's no way I was going to let him remember me like this, especially on a first date. This counted as a first date right? It's not like he actually said it was. I was just overthinking.
After showering, I found the best outfit I could, threw on some makeup and headed out the door. I hope I make a good first impression. After all, we hadn't actually seen each other since our little run-in at the store. It's mainly been texts and phone calls.
I followed the road signs to the places he'd told me to turn at. I was lucky to be blessed with a good memory, so I didn't have to call him up and disturb him for directions he'd already delivered me.
It seemed far faster than it actually was before I made it to his house. It was a large, well-kept, two story, brick house. The doors and shudders were painted black with the frames being painted white. It all looked fresh and new as though it was all built yesterday.
I made my way closer to the door as I continued to admire the house. I knocked on the door a few times but heard nothing. I found the doorbell beside the door and pressed it, hearing it ring through faintly on the inside. Still nothing.
I was about to pull out my phone and call him when the door creaked open. I pushed the door open but saw nobody standing anywhere near it on the inside. I stepped inside and called out for him. Silence.
There was a room to my right with some sounds coming from within. I decided to check it out. Maybe something had happened to him and he needed help. I opened the door to be greeted by darkness. I called out for him but the room fell silent. I felt something cold land on my shoulder and sharp teeth sink themselves into my neck. Pain shot through me as I swatted at whatever it was.
I staggered out of the room and was caught by the guy I'd been waiting on. I stood up and rubbed my neck. I asked him what was in the room and why it bit me. A look of shock spread across his face when I said it bit me. He said it was a vampire bat. He was unsure how it got out.
I began to feel sick and he offered to drive me home.
I awoke on my couch. How did I get here?
I looked around but found I was home alone. I guess the guy brought me home but didn't stick around.
I went to look outside to find it was mid-day. I looked up at the sky and saw it a color completely unnatural. It was grey. I looked around and saw the color actually melting away and being replaced by greyscale. What was happening? I looked down at my own hands to find it had taken me over as well.
There was a wave of white passing over the world in the distance. Was this the end?
I backspaced and deleted everything I had written. I wasn't much of a fan of where the story was going. I should have turned the girl into a werewolf instead.
I shut my laptop for the night and turned the lights out. I figured I can start the new story tomorrow.
I'd just gotten off the phone with the guy I'd been talking to for a while. We haven't exactly made anything official but I know he's interested, just as he knows I am. He and I met at the grocery store. I was picking up some alcohol and he must have been doing the same. We nearly bumped carts with each other before cracking jokes and we began talking. We must have hit it off because we've been talking ever since.
We'd been talking for a few weeks now and he just recently invited me over to his house. He told me over the phone how to get there and I fully intended on making my way there soon, I just needed to get ready.
I'd gotten home from work a few minutes ago and I knew I was all sweaty from running around all day. There's no way I was going to let him remember me like this, especially on a first date. This counted as a first date right? It's not like he actually said it was. I was just overthinking.
After showering, I found the best outfit I could, threw on some makeup and headed out the door. I hope I make a good first impression. After all, we hadn't actually seen each other since our little run-in at the store. It's mainly been texts and phone calls.
I followed the road signs to the places he'd told me to turn at. I was lucky to be blessed with a good memory, so I didn't have to call him up and disturb him for directions he'd already delivered me.
It seemed far faster than it actually was before I made it to his house. It was a large, well-kept, two story, brick house. The doors and shudders were painted black with the frames being painted white. It all looked fresh and new as though it was all built yesterday.
I made my way closer to the door as I continued to admire the house. I knocked on the door a few times but heard nothing. I found the doorbell beside the door and pressed it, hearing it ring through faintly on the inside. Still nothing.
I was about to pull out my phone and call him when the door creaked open. I pushed the door open but saw nobody standing anywhere near it on the inside. I stepped inside and called out for him. Silence.
There was a room to my right with some sounds coming from within. I decided to check it out. Maybe something had happened to him and he needed help. I opened the door to be greeted by darkness. I called out for him but the room fell silent. I felt something cold land on my shoulder and sharp teeth sink themselves into my neck. Pain shot through me as I swatted at whatever it was.
I staggered out of the room and was caught by the guy I'd been waiting on. I stood up and rubbed my neck. I asked him what was in the room and why it bit me. A look of shock spread across his face when I said it bit me. He said it was a vampire bat. He was unsure how it got out.
I began to feel sick and he offered to drive me home.
I awoke on my couch. How did I get here?
I looked around but found I was home alone. I guess the guy brought me home but didn't stick around.
I went to look outside to find it was mid-day. I looked up at the sky and saw it a color completely unnatural. It was grey. I looked around and saw the color actually melting away and being replaced by greyscale. What was happening? I looked down at my own hands to find it had taken me over as well.
There was a wave of white passing over the world in the distance. Was this the end?
I backspaced and deleted everything I had written. I wasn't much of a fan of where the story was going. I should have turned the girl into a werewolf instead.
I shut my laptop for the night and turned the lights out. I figured I can start the new story tomorrow.
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