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Alarm Clock

Short story By: ManipStar
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A slightly surreal short story! Written without punctuation in an experimental style. No offence to Adam whatsover as its just a story


Submitted:Mar 2, 2013    Reads: 16    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


My eyes open I am alive blink The ceiling stares down at me levelling its weight upon my naked body like a harlot swallow Tuesday or is it Saturday it does not matter the day is indifferent to me and my existence breathe I stretch my left arm out and press the round plastic component on a radio that has been located beside the bed that I sleep upon blink Adams voice fills the room listen My heart fills with loathing heartbeat He has no right to do this to be here I breathe I breathe quicker I hate him swallow There I said it out loud smile Despite his despicable voice uttering spitting out those spiteful lyrics I said it blink I reclaimed my rightful place in the room and I defied him smirk Adam is reaching his valueless confusion no conclusion blink Instantly he will start again I know he will he does swallow Two days ago I pressed an elliptical plastic component on my radio which someone or something had placed next to the word repeat swallow hard Adam is so predictable since that day heartbeat I am sweating now mop brow Its Adams predictability that makes me suffer hate breathe but more shallow now Its a little song about bugs and not being able to sleep at night grimace Yeah right you douche bag its a song about decay a world rotting under manufactured pop from projects like yours blink swallow hard I get up and stand blink Now I tower over the radio smile Man towering over his creation I feel comfort My shadow looms across the radio and the innocent table upon which someone placed it breathe but more evenly Well sorry table but if you fly with the crows heartbeat Formerly I viewed the radio as innocent blink But then Adam contaminated it and brought suffering to the world sweat Initially like you I fantasised a memory strikes I fantasised that I assembled a legion of trolls who marched upon and tore down the walls of that city laugh Who wreaked rightful and legitimate havoc there in order to restore humanity to order scoff Adam would say he was restoring order to humanity heartbeat My rage surges overwhelmingly and full force I obliterate the radio and its accomplice the table satisfaction Ten thousand small bits of plastic fly across the room I hear silence Adam can no longer be heard in this flat smile His project has been terminated like the state terminates life grimace At school I valued my sanity and common sense a memory flashes My teacher valued it too but the state sacked him for flashing at two wome in the town park breathe I was on his side then and I always will be though he must be dead now sigh Strength must be restored to my body heartbeat I feel frail and check my pulse I seek reassurance Days without food because of Adam shuffle To the kitchen coffee bread life I eat heartily the food cheers me and the coffee salves my cracked throat I feel salvation I open the window and take in the air breahe Spring air and I realise Ive turned the corner Adam has not won smile its Saturday





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