I walk past everything. The train station, the bus stop, the community college, my home, everything sort of, but where am I walking to? I've been asking myself this question for 15 minutes know and I still unable to get a cohesive answer out myself. Should I even try to get an answer? Not everything needs one, right? I see something ahead of me, an abandoned building. I consider walking into it and seeing what's inside but then I remember that pretty little phrase called 'breaking and entering' and decide not to. Then again, I've never gone into an abandoned building and it'd be cool to see one up close. I'm standing in front of it now, looking up at the gray, square structure. I look ahead and start to look for a door at the base, turns out there is none, just a rectangle shaped hole on one of the sides.
I walk in and I guess to most people this wouldn't be considered much, it's a dirty gray on the inside too which the occasional blob of moss and scattered twigs. The most interesting thing about this place is rubble and fallen planks, until, I see stairs. Bad idea, I shouldn't pursue it, 'what can happen, will happen'. This phrase has kept me from doing stupid thing for years now, but lately I've been saying it less and less. I head toward the stairwell and take the first step; I look up, searching for the end of the path, but I don't see it. This was the first warning, at least it should have been. I pass small pockets of light in an otherwise dark hallway and keep on climbing. Everything's dark now, I can't see the end nor where it began, but I can feel the stairs under my feet and a wooden handrail keeping me from going anywhere else but straight. I finally realize I won't reach the end.
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1-ish Page Stories
HumorThis is a book where I write one page stories that may or may not go over one page some-actually most- of the time. Maybe I should've called this two page stories.....nah. The writings have virtually nothing to do with one another but they're things...
