Supernaturalism. It's not something you'd believe in as a modern day person. Unless you're Kesha, who believes she had sex with a ghost, and by the way wears a necklace made out of her own placenta to give her psychic powers. Apparently the bitch is crazy. But if you're a modern day person, who simply believes in science and logic, the supernatural does not simply find it's way into your life. Though when you happen to stumble upon something twisted, and it does not seem to make sense in any way, you'd start to question if believing in science and logic is the right path to follow, or if life exists beyond it. Take the extraordinary law of tangled wires for example. Wires are able to make perhaps the most complicated knots mankind has ever seen. And they don't even have thumbs!
"How is that even possible?!" Mr. Black shouted in anger, throwing the tangled wires he was holding onto a pile of tangled wires on the floor before he stormed out of his bedroom. He entered the kitchen and grabbed a bag of potato chips. He ripped the bag open and grabbed a hand full of chips almost crushing them in his fist, then he stuffed them in his mouth and chewed frustratedly while he glared at the kitchen wall. Mr. Black had been trying to fix his flat screen tv for over an hour, and all he managed to do so far is making a mess out of the wiring.
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Finally, something good came out of persevering. Mr. Black shocked himself with the results. His bedroom came out cleaner than it was when he started and his wires had never been so organised in his life.
He grabbed the remote and sat on the edge of his bed. Carefully he pressed on the power button while pointing the remote at the screen. Nothing. He tried again, pressing harder on the power button. Still nothing.
"Oh come on!" He yelled at the screen, while slapping the remote and pressing every button on it. Nothing turned on. Mr. Black quickly stood up from his bed and walked towards the storage boxes he had just organised. He grabbed a new pair of batteries to replace the old ones in the remote. But that action proved to be pointless as well.
He tossed the remote aside and decided to Google whatever he was doing wrong to make his flat screen tv work so that he could watch Katy Perry: Part of Me the film in 3D. (I know, it's pretty random. I'm no Jane Austen. At my very best I'd merely be a E. L. James.) He grabbed his laptop and sat back on his bed. His heart skipped a beat when he tried to search for an answer on the internet..
No WiFi signal.
He quickly grabbed his phone out of his jeans pocket. No WiFi signal either. It started to look like a possible power outage.
He stood up from his bed and walked towards the window. Outside blew an icy wind, which had been blowing around strongly for a week. The houses, the gardens, the streets and everything on it was covered in a thick layer of snow, and everyone was advised to stay indoors after the weather reporter announced that a snow storm was on its way.
Only yesterday England was given code yellow. What could have happened overnight that caused a possible power outage?
Mr. Black decided to make a phone call since he was unable to check the news himself. At first he heard a beeping sound, then the line went completely silent. He looked at his phone screen, 'No Signal' it read.
"Fuuuck me.." he cursed to himself, and brushed his fingers through his hair frustratedly. He really felt helpless.
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What seemed like an hour had passed. Though because his clock stopped working as well, Mr. Black was unsure what time it really was.
For the past time, if time had past at all, Mr. Black had been pacing back and forth in his bedroom while thinking about his obsession with technology. A moment earlier he was in a state of panic because of an power outage, and now he found himself thinking he's suffering from an addiction. And how could he stop? It has become his job.
"That's it," he thought. "I just love my job. I'm not addicted to technology, I love my job!" He slammed his fist on his desk in excitement, knocking over his equipment.
"And I'm f*cking mental." He mumbled, taking a deep breath and coming back to his senses.
To be continued..
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Fanfiction[A DAZ BLACK FANFICTION] Mr. Black finds himself in a rather difficult situation when the world around him freezes in time, quite literally, and he is left with only a stranger to help him get everything back to normal. But the stranger seems to be...
