The Project

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
This can be read as a joke or a mystery. Either way i hope you enjoy

Submitted: July 17, 2015

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For many years I have flown. I have soared through the clear, blue skies and never looked back at the world. I never looked down, only up. “There was nothing”, I thought. “Nothing that could bring me down”. But then they came. The monsters. They came with their crooked attempts at smiles and their pathetic, lost minds. You know that they will come, but they always somehow come when you guard is down. The monsters dared to dress as if they were like us. Like they can actually belong with us, but they can’t. They grabbed me by the ankle, before I could fly to freedom. They pushed me to the floor and did what every monster did. They ruined dreams. They tore my wings off and left me bleeding out my hope and bravery. I was weak, and terrified, for I knew this was not the end. They dragged me like the others to this torture device. Ones I had only heard in stories, for anybody that went in, never returned sane.

 

It was this piece of blue, rough plastic bent into an L shape attached to some wooden board. At first when they set me down on it, I thought it was fine. But then they left me. For hours they left me in this garbage thing and it began to grow spikes. It pierced my back and sucked me dry of any possible drop of happiness. I tried thinking that they couldn’t take away my ideas. My beliefs, for they shall stay by my side in the darkest hour like always. But that was not the case. The monsters noticed my small bruised lips turn into a vague smile and knew right away what they missed. They ran into the room with their metal machines. I wrestled but it did no good. I was knocked back into the plastic and while I couldn’t tell what it was, they took advantage of me and placed the contraption on my head. It hurt. There was pain that could never be understood. Never meant or can be explained. All my thoughts, my dreams, my love, they flashed before me. As soon as it showed, the only thing that kept me alive was gone. And like that so was I. I watched them take my soulless body. I screamed and punched, but they acted like I wasn’t there.

 

The monsters took my body and attached another contraption to it. Before my very eyes, they placed a dull light into my body. I couldn’t tell what it was before it was too late. It was a drone. A lifeless thing that lived. A robot that would use my body, but will never act like me. It will only know what the monsters wanted it to know. It would only like what they wanted it to like. It would hate what they wanted it to hate. I knew it. I couldn’t stand it, but I knew it. They were washing out any chance of hope or resistance to their ideas and replaced it with followers. But they didn’t really exist. The monster’s ideas were so stupid, they had to create something to have someone on their side. It was so sad. To see my body do everything against my will. And to leave me in the dark room, alone. Alone for there was no hope to use anymore. There was nothing that could defeat the monsters and their project called “school”. 


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