When the worlds of words and time are blended, is what's left a blessing or a curse?

A room of words…

Yes, that sounds right. That’s what I’m in. A room full of words.

I mean, what would we do without them? Communicate with gestures?

Do me a favor; go to someone in your house and ask them for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich without using words. I doubt you’d be successful unless you and the person you’re communicating with are fluent in the practice of sign language.

They’re so fast. Zipping by, flying by. I want to read them all, but I can’t because they’re moving too quickly. From what I’ve seen, they aren’t very happy words. They’re more of a sad collection of syllables.

I’ve got nothing better to do. Don’t you remember, I’m in a room full of words. I’ve seen the word ‘remember’ fly past a few times, actually. Not much else here other than words. 

There’s a chair. I’m sitting on it.

There’s also words.

That’s it. 

It’s not a big room either, and that makes it an especially sucky situation when you take into consideration my claustrophobia. Claustrophobia sucks. I’ve seen that word a few times today.

The time I don’t spend reading the words are the times I spend sleeping. I dream of myself in this room trying to read the words. It’s been a reoccurring dream for a while now. I’d say a century, but I’d probably be wrong. The words help me keep track of time, though; each of the dreams starts out with a word, usually a day of the week, then a time (in word form, of course), then a plan for the day. The plan always consists of trying to read the words. 

I can never read the words.

I can piece together letters and sounds to make vague forms of the words, but the actual words are shrouded in a cloud of blurriness. Like I said, they’re fast. I can’t keep up.

I wonder why I can’t keep up. 

I’ve never had the time to wonder, but I guess I could take a break from the plan. 

What if I could read the words? I’m not sure what the words would say, but from my strenuous attempts to read them I’ve gathered that they speak of something tiresome and bland, possibly a person.

How I’d hate to know such a boring person.

That’s rude, what am I saying. I’m all for getting to know a person before true judgment so I really shouldn’t say that. I’d love to know such a boring person.

I promise. 

Oh, I’ve seen ‘promise’ a lot. I think some promise was broken. ‘Broken’ has come up a lot, too. ‘Lost’ is another one.

Something sad… something lost and broken, unable to keep a promise. I speak of this something like it isn’t a person as the qualities I’ve seen haven’t been very humane. They’re attributes that don’t apply to the human brain and it’s capabilities. Repetition is a big one, as is calculation. I’ve thought of it as a computer. Maybe even a broken computer who’s lost in code and programming, just in need of a reboot. A little kick to the gearbox. 

But, hey, I can’t read the words.

I’ll just pretend that I’m right and that the words speak of a computer. Maybe it has a name-

My breathing intensifies as I think the word ‘name’. My eyes direct me upwards to the words. They’re slowed down just enough to where I can make one of them out, right in the center.


Brandon? Who’s Brandon? 

I want to talk to the words, to get them to tell me more, but they go back to speeding along. 

They leave me with questions that I have no answers to, like why that happened and what it was trying to tell me. Do I know a Brandon? I don’t think I do. 

But really, what do I know anymore? I don’t know how I got here. I don’t remember what I was doing before I was in this room of words. Did I have a life before this?

I know I’m breaking the plan. I don’t care.

What was I doing? I was trying to read words, I think. I had to have been doing something before that… 


Was me saying the word ‘name’ a trigger? Were the words cluing me in on something?

Am I Brandon?

My mind, which was previously blurred and empty of thought, is now slowing down into something readable, something legible.

It’s turning into something.

It’s turning into me. I am Brandon.

I can read the words.

They’re describing me.

All of the words stop, finally still and at rest. I look at them all: loneliness, solitude, sadness, depression, addiction, repetition, remember… they’re all describing my life. They’re me. My story. My words. My time.

Something’s wrong with the words, though. I don’t like them.

Can I rewrite them?

Can I change my story?

I think I can.

Hell, I know I can. I’m the author. I’m Brandon.

I’m going to tell my story.

Submitted: September 29, 2015

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Melancholic Wisdom

I actually don't really know what to say. At first I was like "okay, this is pretty deep. I can jive with this". And then you became Brandon and by the end I'm left wondering if I went on a drug trip or not XD On another note, you've been posting a lot recently XD I love it. On the actual other note, you always do great work, so it's no surprise that I like this. I really felt like I tripped on some drug while reading this towards the end (don't ask why I feel that XD). Nice work as always my man :D

Tue, September 29th, 2015 9:20pm


I was feeling pretty philosophical when I wrote this, so yeah, suuuper deep. Schoolwork's been on the down-low lately so I've had plenty of time to write and post, which is awesome. I'm really looking forward to the interpretations on this one :) Thanks so much Melancholic!

Tue, September 29th, 2015 2:23pm

Jeff Bezaire

Great ending with an interesting twist there! Caught in a prison of words you're unable to control, unable to read and, therefore, unable to understand, until finally you begin to reflect on yourself rather than the words. Then the words are readable, you understand, and grasp what they refer to. Reflecting on yourself broke you free of the prison of confusion and frustration. Did the words slow down because you stopped thinking of them, or did they slow down because they are under your control - seeing as how they're about you? A great story about the struggle for identity amidst the confusion of the fast-paced world around us. We are always trapped in a small room, such is the restrictions we face in life, be it laws or the natural way of the world we feel compelled to obey. We decide whether that room becomes claustrophobic or whether it expands to our liking. We must learn to cope with the flow of words surrounding us every day, but there are ways to bend them to our will also. Again, an awesome story, dude! I took a lot away from this one.

Tue, September 29th, 2015 9:50pm


Yay, you got the intended meaning! I was hoping someone would grasp it. The room was very very figurative for the lives we live and how the room could be different for each person alive today. For Brandon, the room was white and blank, claustrophobic, tight, empty. For others, it could be dark, colorful, narrow, wide, high, low, cramped, overwhelmed... there are a plethora of possibilities. He's lucky he managed to cope, not sure I could under the circumstances. Thanks for the read and lovely comment as always, Jeff!

Tue, September 29th, 2015 3:14pm

Jason Crager

Oh the words one might find in the "Ronin" room! Even I try to stay out of there. A deeply philosophical piece that flows well, reads easy, and transitions smoothly. I enjoyed it, well done.

Tue, September 29th, 2015 11:08pm


The Hanorbi room would also be quite the journey. Philosophy is my specialty and I'm very glad that you enjoyed. Thank you bunches, Ronin!

Tue, September 29th, 2015 7:17pm

Whiskey Charlie

Well, you certainly have a way with words, Hanorbi. I'm not entirely sure I wound up where you intended, but the journey was interesting.

Tue, September 29th, 2015 11:20pm


There was nowhere in particular that you were supposed to end up. Everyone can probably take this in a different way. I appreciate the kind comment, Whiskey, thank you for the read!

Tue, September 29th, 2015 7:19pm


Interesting read, Hanorbi. The progression was smooth and quick and to the point. I feel as though it was good, well-written, and fairly easy to interpret. Kind of a deep subject also.

I'm hoping for something more fantasy based later on though. Also, a heads up, I'm working on my novel still. Sorry, it's taking so long. I know you want to read it soon as I finish it. I publish a part of it just to get some feedback from some of you who are reading it.

Wed, September 30th, 2015 12:34am


Akumakaze! Holy crap dude, it's been forever (not forever, like a month or two, but in my mind that counts as forever). I hope you're doing well! Glad you liked it. I've been doing a lot of philosophical stuff as of late, so I might blend that with fantasy to make something more interesting. Not sure when I'll get to it, though. Can't wait to read Insomnia. I'll try and get to it as quickly as I can, whether that be tomorrow night or any nights that follow. Schools back and it's definitely taking its toll on me :/ Nice to hear from you!

Tue, September 29th, 2015 7:22pm

Chris Green

This is a brilliant play with an idea. I think it is one of the best things I've read on her for a while. Never be afraid to be experimental. This is a good example of why, hanorbi. Here it works a treat.

Wed, September 30th, 2015 10:03am


That's a wonderful compliment, especially coming from a writer as accomplished as yourself. Experimental is my middle name :) I'm all about the weird and different stuff and drifting away from the norm. Glad you enjoyed, Chris!

Wed, September 30th, 2015 2:14pm


Dude, I swear to god you are the most gifted human being I have ever seen. I've already passed so many levels of amazement and I really cannot express anymore. Legit speechless. I defeintly think you will have a great career in this if you choose so. I'm glad to have read your works man, they are just the best :D.

Wed, September 30th, 2015 2:13pm


Decim! Oh my god, hi. It's been a bit. I hope everything is good on your end with school and all! I won't stop writing, I think that's a very fair bet. If I publish anything legitimate and real it'll be a collection of short stories of different kinds. Except historical fiction. Historical fiction is boring. Your comments are always the best, thank you so much!

Wed, September 30th, 2015 2:16pm

unmasked delusions

Wooooahh! I'm glad I decided to stop by. This is amazing. Really, like I said before you get better and better. This whole concept was so great and I love how each of us have our own little rooms in a way. All our rooms are different depending on our fears and whatnot- that was such a creative way to go about it. Your words were so powerful- I know, ironic ha. I mean I knew this was going to be deep but I didn't realize it would get that deep. It made my head spin in a good way, if that makes sense. I just really liked it, awesome job.

Wed, September 30th, 2015 11:04pm


I think everyone's heads are spinning... it's like the exorcist. But nicer because there's no projectile vomit. I'm pleased that you and others have been noticing improvement, it makes me feel like I'm getting somewhere with my stuff. Very glad you enjoyed and thank you for reading :D

Wed, September 30th, 2015 6:54pm


That was wonderful. Really, Hanorbi, it's a great welcome back for me. I can never write something as picture perfect as this. And by picture perfect, I mean the way it triggers vivid imagination, as if I am Brandon (which I'm not, of course, I'm a girl) myself. Yes, the author has complete capability to own their story and create their story and...I really, really, really would love to see a story made out of this.

Sat, October 10th, 2015 11:33am


I could extend this... I say that a lot. It seems that people would love expansions to all of my stories. The fact that it felt like you were Brandon is excellent, I wanted that to happen. Actually, now that I think about it, everybody can be Brandon. Everybody can have their own little (or big) word room. Many thanks for the read and comment, and welcome back, Nelly!

Sat, October 10th, 2015 11:17am

B I Smith

This totally blew my mind. Wow! First I was really bewildered what I was reading but it was so so so good and then at the end... Perfection. It has such a nice message to it. I completely agree with you, we are the writers of our lives and we can do whatever we want to with it. Original and unique. Well done for this! Keep up with your writing, because it really is wonderful and excellent. Please keep me updated on everything you do :)

Wed, October 14th, 2015 8:27pm


It seems my stories do that a lot to people. I mean, I don't mind blowing people's minds, but I'd prefer to keep my walls clean of brain matter and gross, gooey chunks... ew.. Yeah, originality's my strong suit. Nobody writes like me. Sometimes I wonder if it's a good or a bad thing, but the feedback I've gotten says that it's good. I will most definitely keep you updated, I'm glad you enjoy my stuff!

Thu, October 15th, 2015 12:59pm


This is just genius. You talk about trying to communicate when there is only words, no spoken ones, and it reflects my style of writing. I use cue cards and sign language, and as a way of communication, it is haunting, especially when it feels there is only a few words that you can write.
Being stuck in a room with only words would be an amnesia trip, because how do you know who you are if it is only words on a wall, a piece of paper?
You get a name, and words you are hoping that don't reflect you. It's a mindfuck of paranoia, and one you can't escape until you find the truth.
This is mind-blowing and extroadinary!

Sat, November 7th, 2015 8:48pm


I didn't wanna reply until I read your stuff lol. You talking about communication makes me wanna write a story on it... I mean, I will eventually, because that is now on my idea list (my stories all revolve around one central concept that I then build off of or twist into something else. this story's concept was words). I have no idea what that story's plot would be, but it'll come to me. Thanks for taking the time to read, Dexter :D

Wed, November 11th, 2015 5:32pm


I read this a while ago but my touchscreen was playing up. Anyway, I wrote the message for when it was working again:
That was fantastic, Hanorbi. At first, I'll admit I was thinking 'is this really a story', but in unravelled brilliantly. It was kind of a metaphor on thinking vs acting, and the depression/loneliness inaction can sometimed lead to. The flow in the writing was great, as was the simplicity. I liked the internal dialogue (rather funny when he unknowingly insulted himself). I did find myself at the end wanting to know Brandon's story, but I think the powerful, hope-inducing ending made up for it. Really good message; a very wise one. Nice job :)

Fri, December 4th, 2015 5:48pm


Heh, yeah, this was more like a mental thought process that slowly developed into a story. Just dabbled with an idea with this, so I was surprised at the turnout. I aimed for a cling ending. Glad you wanted more, it shows I did the ending well. Thanks for taking the time to comment, hope your touchscreen is okay now :) lol

Sat, December 5th, 2015 4:13pm

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