The last thing I heard were screams.
Not the screams you hear when you are going down a big hill on a really fast rollercoaster, I heard screams of terror. Agonizing pain, but the kind that doesn't hurt at all. Screams that rattled my ears for what seemed like an eternity. Everything seems like an eternity, probably because there is no more time. The screams were so close, yet so disttant at the same time, like I heard it but wasn't quite listening.
That was the last thing I heard.
The last thing I felt was a fast and gentle breeze blowing not only past me, but through me. I assume it brought all age and time with it.
It all went dark. You and I ended up in the same "room" together, probably because we were touching when it happened. Your first human instinct after your mind was shouting "darkdarksomethingwrongneedmoretim--nonowrong," was "I need light." So, you started thinking you were going to light a torch. Where is there wood in here? How are you going to light the wood that somehow appears? You still did it. That just proves how stubborn you are. It gave off enough light that showed that there was nothing here. Not nothing as in an empty cave, but nothing as in absolutely nothing. it was all black. The light showed everything, but still nothing. There was nothing for the light to bounce off of.
I still don't know how the torch was possible. There is not time; there shouldn't be any living things, no non living things, no torches. DEFINATELY no fire. The fire didn't move. It was just... there. Floating in place. Giving off its "light" The whole part about us still existing confuses me. If there is no time, there is nothing.We are something, aren't we? Noise is something, Vibrations are something. How am I telling you this story if we shouldn't even be here?
I eventually quit talking about it; I sensed it was getting annoying. All I had to do was tell ramdom stories, play games, and play my guitar. Eventually it got quiet. I could hear the mumbles. then it dawned on me: If we are here, wouldn't there be other people too? if there is no time, then nobody died. Every single person who has lived is "here" I listened closer to the mumbles.
"Mommy, what happened?" was what I heard in a southern accent.
"I don't know, sweetie," was the reply. I listened somewhere else.
"Everybody needs to stay calm! Can you hear me?!
"We can hear you! Sophia was keeping the crowd calm. Sophia, can you hear me?
"Yes..."
Okay, first... what does it feel like to be in one of these things alone?
"It feels like there is nothing surrounding you, so you can move freely, but you are lined with somekind of plastic... Why? has your curiosity gotten the best of you again?"
Ummm...yeah...
"Seriously? you ask that question at a time like this?!"
Be quiet, Joey. I wasn't talking to you. Do you have any ideas?
"Not right now..."
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When the Clock Stops Ticking
Science FictionLittle Sylvia never knew what was in store for her when her grandfather passes away. She also never knew what would happen when the only thing her grandfather left behind breaks. This is a story about one of the IO sisters, or a part of one anyway...
