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11-03-2011, 02:37 PM
Dimension is my first Short Story I have finished, and was at least a little happy about it. :)
Enjoy!!!
DIMENSION
"You must open me with your subconsious, believe in what is really inside." Tom shut his eyes, slowed his breathing, and lost all inner and outer chatter. The door swung open. The astronaughts eyes glistened back at the man opposite of him. "Who are you?" asked Tom. "I am anything you want me to be, I am you, the air you breath, the ground you step on, even the food you eat."
Tom began taking steps at the door, eventually dissapearing into the darkness. An intense euphoric state overcame Tom, he...began......to.............sleep. Hours later Tom awoke from his, what felt long, slumber. Noticing he was in the middle of a garbage dump Tom quickly jumped to his feet, sweating prefusly from the hot sun above. Despite the overwhelming soreness in his head, he ran out of the garbage dump and across the street to a nearby gas station.
"I must be out west somewhere.." Tom thought to himself. He walked into the gas station, country music playing on the speakers above him, not a thing in sight. "Can I help you?" yelled a voice from the back room. Tom walked towards the counter. "Yes, uhm, where exactly am I?" Tom asked. A tall man appeared from the back, he wore a white wife beater, and yellow shorts. The man stared blankly at Tom. "You're in Texas." the man replied.
Tom explained the story to the man, more Tom said less comfortable the tall man seemed. The moment now became awkward, the tall man told Tom he had to make a call to his sister and headed back to the other room. Without caring, Tom turned and walked to the pay phone agains't the wall. Tom paused a moment, then another, he then called the police. "Yes, I'm from Boston Massachusets, I was accepted into NASA nearly ten years ago.
I was on a mission, I can't..." Tom paused again. "..I can't remember what I was doing. But now I'm in Texas." Before hearing the response of the dispatcher, Tom's head was pushed agasin't the wall. "Get the f*** out of my store." said the tall man. The man was pointing a .44 Magnum at the back of Tom's head. "I seen what you did, man. To those children. You f****** pig!" the man yelled. Tom turned slowly around, tears building in his eyes.
"Look, sir, I don't know what is happening to me but you need to help!" Tom begged. The man laughed and pointed the gun closer to his face. "The FBI are already on their way, just.." before the man could finish speaking, his head exploded. Warm brains and nerves somerged Tom's face, the smell was repulsive. Smothered in hot blood, Tom dropped to the ground.
The lifeless body wiggled and slumped to the floor. Tom rubbed his eyes clear of blood, and looked around the empty room. "Stay on the floor!!" yelled an FBI agent busting through the window. "I...I didn't do it!" Tom screamed. Without question, the group of FBI agents took Tom away.
Day and night Tom sat in the holding cell awaiting his arrainment, constantly questioning his sanity. The jail bars swung open, a bald headed man entered the cell with Tom. "So what are you in here for?" the man asked. Tom just shrugged his shoulders, and continued to stare at the ground. The jail bars swung open once more and a police officer walked in the cell.
"Tom Mallow? You need to come with me." Tom slowly stood up, and followed the officer. "Look Tom, when you 'went to space' were you alone or with someone?" Tom lifted his shirt up, and turned his back to the officer revealing some tattoo's. "See those names? Those two names are my brothers, they were with me. Along with one other gentleman, his name was Ken." The officer looked at Tom with a confused face. "That man that was in the cell with you Tom, that's Ken."
"Where are my brothers!?" Tom screamed. The officer immedietly handcuffed Tom and threw him to the ground. "Listen buddy, I don't know where your brothers are, but Ken has a similiar story to yours. He doesn't remember the mission, or how he got here, but he said: '..last time I checked, I was in space.' But Tom I have a dead gas station owner on my hands, so intill we figure out what the hell is going on, you're here."
To be continued...........
Written By: Tyler Golden
Enjoy!!!
DIMENSION
"You must open me with your subconsious, believe in what is really inside." Tom shut his eyes, slowed his breathing, and lost all inner and outer chatter. The door swung open. The astronaughts eyes glistened back at the man opposite of him. "Who are you?" asked Tom. "I am anything you want me to be, I am you, the air you breath, the ground you step on, even the food you eat."
Tom began taking steps at the door, eventually dissapearing into the darkness. An intense euphoric state overcame Tom, he...began......to.............sleep. Hours later Tom awoke from his, what felt long, slumber. Noticing he was in the middle of a garbage dump Tom quickly jumped to his feet, sweating prefusly from the hot sun above. Despite the overwhelming soreness in his head, he ran out of the garbage dump and across the street to a nearby gas station.
"I must be out west somewhere.." Tom thought to himself. He walked into the gas station, country music playing on the speakers above him, not a thing in sight. "Can I help you?" yelled a voice from the back room. Tom walked towards the counter. "Yes, uhm, where exactly am I?" Tom asked. A tall man appeared from the back, he wore a white wife beater, and yellow shorts. The man stared blankly at Tom. "You're in Texas." the man replied.
Tom explained the story to the man, more Tom said less comfortable the tall man seemed. The moment now became awkward, the tall man told Tom he had to make a call to his sister and headed back to the other room. Without caring, Tom turned and walked to the pay phone agains't the wall. Tom paused a moment, then another, he then called the police. "Yes, I'm from Boston Massachusets, I was accepted into NASA nearly ten years ago.
I was on a mission, I can't..." Tom paused again. "..I can't remember what I was doing. But now I'm in Texas." Before hearing the response of the dispatcher, Tom's head was pushed agasin't the wall. "Get the f*** out of my store." said the tall man. The man was pointing a .44 Magnum at the back of Tom's head. "I seen what you did, man. To those children. You f****** pig!" the man yelled. Tom turned slowly around, tears building in his eyes.
"Look, sir, I don't know what is happening to me but you need to help!" Tom begged. The man laughed and pointed the gun closer to his face. "The FBI are already on their way, just.." before the man could finish speaking, his head exploded. Warm brains and nerves somerged Tom's face, the smell was repulsive. Smothered in hot blood, Tom dropped to the ground.
The lifeless body wiggled and slumped to the floor. Tom rubbed his eyes clear of blood, and looked around the empty room. "Stay on the floor!!" yelled an FBI agent busting through the window. "I...I didn't do it!" Tom screamed. Without question, the group of FBI agents took Tom away.
Day and night Tom sat in the holding cell awaiting his arrainment, constantly questioning his sanity. The jail bars swung open, a bald headed man entered the cell with Tom. "So what are you in here for?" the man asked. Tom just shrugged his shoulders, and continued to stare at the ground. The jail bars swung open once more and a police officer walked in the cell.
"Tom Mallow? You need to come with me." Tom slowly stood up, and followed the officer. "Look Tom, when you 'went to space' were you alone or with someone?" Tom lifted his shirt up, and turned his back to the officer revealing some tattoo's. "See those names? Those two names are my brothers, they were with me. Along with one other gentleman, his name was Ken." The officer looked at Tom with a confused face. "That man that was in the cell with you Tom, that's Ken."
"Where are my brothers!?" Tom screamed. The officer immedietly handcuffed Tom and threw him to the ground. "Listen buddy, I don't know where your brothers are, but Ken has a similiar story to yours. He doesn't remember the mission, or how he got here, but he said: '..last time I checked, I was in space.' But Tom I have a dead gas station owner on my hands, so intill we figure out what the hell is going on, you're here."
To be continued...........
Written By: Tyler Golden