mace9984
12-17-2009, 12:04 PM
Hey guys, this is my first short story (and my first post here). Please let me know what you think. Constructive criticism is always appreciated.
It wasn’t a noise that woke him. The man had gotten used to all the noise. The traffic, sirens, and feet scuffling by his window had long ago blended together into a static white noise; it calmed him, and helped him fall asleep. The man laid there for a few minutes with his eyes shut, trying to pinpoint the enigma. Something was wrong, but he couldn’t figure it out. It was right there, but every time he got close, it would vanish like shadows when a light is turned on. All of the sudden the man grasped the shadow, and realized what was different this morning. After all the years of noise in his first story apartment, it was silent. There was a slight chill down the man’s neck as he started to get out of bed. It was 8am on a Tuesday morning the man thought to himself. The street noise should have been loud enough to hear from his bed. There was nothing though. No car engines, no shouting pedestrians, no sirens. Silence. The floor was colder then usual he noted as he stood up. Somewhere in the back of his brain he thought that was probably due to his mild state of panic, releasing adrenaline into his system, and raising his awareness. Despite his increased body functions, he still couldn’t hear a single sound. His ears have the slight ring that only absolute silence brings. The only noise he can hear is his heart thumping in his chest. He makes his way to the curtains. The man takes a breath and jerks the curtains open. There is a face looking at him, a face with one eye, and half a cheek. Then, finally, noise, as the hands bust through the glass and grab the man. He’s drug out the window in seconds. The man struggles, screams, begs. A few seconds later…. Silence.
It wasn’t a noise that woke him. The man had gotten used to all the noise. The traffic, sirens, and feet scuffling by his window had long ago blended together into a static white noise; it calmed him, and helped him fall asleep. The man laid there for a few minutes with his eyes shut, trying to pinpoint the enigma. Something was wrong, but he couldn’t figure it out. It was right there, but every time he got close, it would vanish like shadows when a light is turned on. All of the sudden the man grasped the shadow, and realized what was different this morning. After all the years of noise in his first story apartment, it was silent. There was a slight chill down the man’s neck as he started to get out of bed. It was 8am on a Tuesday morning the man thought to himself. The street noise should have been loud enough to hear from his bed. There was nothing though. No car engines, no shouting pedestrians, no sirens. Silence. The floor was colder then usual he noted as he stood up. Somewhere in the back of his brain he thought that was probably due to his mild state of panic, releasing adrenaline into his system, and raising his awareness. Despite his increased body functions, he still couldn’t hear a single sound. His ears have the slight ring that only absolute silence brings. The only noise he can hear is his heart thumping in his chest. He makes his way to the curtains. The man takes a breath and jerks the curtains open. There is a face looking at him, a face with one eye, and half a cheek. Then, finally, noise, as the hands bust through the glass and grab the man. He’s drug out the window in seconds. The man struggles, screams, begs. A few seconds later…. Silence.