glenn84
08-10-2013, 04:21 AM
CAUGHT
By Glenn R.
She awoke in the most comfortable, strange bed ever, her hair tied into a bun, which was odd because she hated buns for some reason, but couldn’t recall why. She felt woozy as she sat up on the bed, vision blurry. When her eyes adjusted the cleanest white walls surrounded her, the floors were made of the shiniest white tiles, and she herself was dressed in a matching sparkling white dress.
She had no idea how she got to this place.
As a matter of fact she didn’t remember her own name, or her favorite food, or what she did the day before and the day before that. She had no idea if she was married, what her mother’s name was, what town she was born in, who her best friend was growing up. Suddenly she felt sick, she fell face-first to the shiny floor and gasped for air.
After a few minutes she forced herself to get up. Her legs felt like mush, like she hadn’t used them in years. She wobbled out of one perfect room into another and another. “Hello!” she shouted. “Is anybody home?” Every room she went into was the same. There were no rugs, no pictures, no paintings, just white everywhere, so much white it hurt her eyes.
She kept walking, trying to find someone, trying to find a way out. But the rooms stretched on forever. There was no end to them. She shouted again, “Hello!” She began to cry, her hands trembled with fear. She wiped her tears with one shaky hand, and when she brought her hand back down, it was orangey-red. It was makeup. She took both hands and rubbed her cheeks. Her face was caked with the gooey stuff. She wiped it all off with the sleeve of her magnificently white dress.
After a while she decided to give up. She curled up in one of the corners and wept for a long time.
A few hours must have passed when a noise startled her. She raised her head from between her knobby knees and wiped the tears from her eyes. There was somebody in the next room.
It took her a while to get up to her feet and walk into the room. “Hello?” she said. When she saw what it was she screamed at the top of her lungs.
Some short green monster was standing there, screeching at her. It ran out of the room in a blur, something compelled her to follow it. She thought maybe she had to, so she could wake up from this awful nightmare. The little monster ran for what seemed like an eternity, and somehow she followed, until they came to a room with a small hole. The monster went through and the hole began to close, she slid under it just before it shut completely.
The glare from outside immediately blinded her, she heard loud screeches coming from all around her, tiny footsteps scurrying everywhere. When her eyes adjusted she almost passed out: Little green monsters were everywhere. They seemed just as afraid of her as she was of them. Their tiny little arms were raised up into the air as they ran away from her. She decided to make a run for it.
She ran through the sea of little green monsters when she felt something sharp hit her back, a shock traveled up her spine, and she fell to the ground, shaking wildly. Then she blacked out.
This time when she awoke she was lying down on a stiff bed, light streamed in from a skylight above. Memories of who she was came back to her piece by piece. She was born in New York City. Her best friend growing up was Michelle. She hated buns because her mother would torture her by doing her hair until the age of eleven. Her favorite food was Italian, and she attended Columbia University.
Eventually she would go on to work for NASA. She remembered getting on a ship, an exploratory flight to a newly discovered planet. She was asleep for three years, along with seven other crew members. Something went wrong. There was a malfunction aboard the ship and the pods ejected. Years and years went by. She was eventually found by little green alien explorers. They must have thought she’d died in the crash, so they took her to their home planet, removed her from the pod, and dressed her up like some Barbie doll.
She sat up on the bed as the memories kept coming back to her. There was a TV in the corner of the room, a bathroom to her right, and a kitchen straight ahead. Her head felt like it was on fire as she got up and walked over to the kitchen. She opened the fridge and pulled out a pitcher of water. She emptied it in a matter of seconds and let out a burp, not caring if anyone heard her.
When she finished she went over to the only door in the tiny room and walked outside to a freshly cut lawn, the warm sunlight beamed down on her. She spotted a fence a couple hundred feet ahead. She walked over to it and made the mistake of grabbing it with her hand, the shock flung her ten feet into the air and she landed on her back; the sickly aroma of singed hair filled her nostrils.
Getting up from the grass took every ounce of energy she had in her body. She got as close to the fence as possible and looked around: Hundreds of little green aliens, some small, some tiny, were looking through a thick glass, some even seemed to be taking pictures. They were gawking at her, pointing with their tiny fingers.
She kept looking around when she spotted a 3D image of Earth, some of the aliens were reading the text that scrolled alongside it. Then an image of a human female appeared, and even more alien text. She turned around and looked back to the miniature house with no roof, then up at the skylight. She finally figured out where she was when the final piece of her memory came back to her.
Her name was Ann Taylor and she was the main attraction at an alien zoo.
By Glenn R.
She awoke in the most comfortable, strange bed ever, her hair tied into a bun, which was odd because she hated buns for some reason, but couldn’t recall why. She felt woozy as she sat up on the bed, vision blurry. When her eyes adjusted the cleanest white walls surrounded her, the floors were made of the shiniest white tiles, and she herself was dressed in a matching sparkling white dress.
She had no idea how she got to this place.
As a matter of fact she didn’t remember her own name, or her favorite food, or what she did the day before and the day before that. She had no idea if she was married, what her mother’s name was, what town she was born in, who her best friend was growing up. Suddenly she felt sick, she fell face-first to the shiny floor and gasped for air.
After a few minutes she forced herself to get up. Her legs felt like mush, like she hadn’t used them in years. She wobbled out of one perfect room into another and another. “Hello!” she shouted. “Is anybody home?” Every room she went into was the same. There were no rugs, no pictures, no paintings, just white everywhere, so much white it hurt her eyes.
She kept walking, trying to find someone, trying to find a way out. But the rooms stretched on forever. There was no end to them. She shouted again, “Hello!” She began to cry, her hands trembled with fear. She wiped her tears with one shaky hand, and when she brought her hand back down, it was orangey-red. It was makeup. She took both hands and rubbed her cheeks. Her face was caked with the gooey stuff. She wiped it all off with the sleeve of her magnificently white dress.
After a while she decided to give up. She curled up in one of the corners and wept for a long time.
A few hours must have passed when a noise startled her. She raised her head from between her knobby knees and wiped the tears from her eyes. There was somebody in the next room.
It took her a while to get up to her feet and walk into the room. “Hello?” she said. When she saw what it was she screamed at the top of her lungs.
Some short green monster was standing there, screeching at her. It ran out of the room in a blur, something compelled her to follow it. She thought maybe she had to, so she could wake up from this awful nightmare. The little monster ran for what seemed like an eternity, and somehow she followed, until they came to a room with a small hole. The monster went through and the hole began to close, she slid under it just before it shut completely.
The glare from outside immediately blinded her, she heard loud screeches coming from all around her, tiny footsteps scurrying everywhere. When her eyes adjusted she almost passed out: Little green monsters were everywhere. They seemed just as afraid of her as she was of them. Their tiny little arms were raised up into the air as they ran away from her. She decided to make a run for it.
She ran through the sea of little green monsters when she felt something sharp hit her back, a shock traveled up her spine, and she fell to the ground, shaking wildly. Then she blacked out.
This time when she awoke she was lying down on a stiff bed, light streamed in from a skylight above. Memories of who she was came back to her piece by piece. She was born in New York City. Her best friend growing up was Michelle. She hated buns because her mother would torture her by doing her hair until the age of eleven. Her favorite food was Italian, and she attended Columbia University.
Eventually she would go on to work for NASA. She remembered getting on a ship, an exploratory flight to a newly discovered planet. She was asleep for three years, along with seven other crew members. Something went wrong. There was a malfunction aboard the ship and the pods ejected. Years and years went by. She was eventually found by little green alien explorers. They must have thought she’d died in the crash, so they took her to their home planet, removed her from the pod, and dressed her up like some Barbie doll.
She sat up on the bed as the memories kept coming back to her. There was a TV in the corner of the room, a bathroom to her right, and a kitchen straight ahead. Her head felt like it was on fire as she got up and walked over to the kitchen. She opened the fridge and pulled out a pitcher of water. She emptied it in a matter of seconds and let out a burp, not caring if anyone heard her.
When she finished she went over to the only door in the tiny room and walked outside to a freshly cut lawn, the warm sunlight beamed down on her. She spotted a fence a couple hundred feet ahead. She walked over to it and made the mistake of grabbing it with her hand, the shock flung her ten feet into the air and she landed on her back; the sickly aroma of singed hair filled her nostrils.
Getting up from the grass took every ounce of energy she had in her body. She got as close to the fence as possible and looked around: Hundreds of little green aliens, some small, some tiny, were looking through a thick glass, some even seemed to be taking pictures. They were gawking at her, pointing with their tiny fingers.
She kept looking around when she spotted a 3D image of Earth, some of the aliens were reading the text that scrolled alongside it. Then an image of a human female appeared, and even more alien text. She turned around and looked back to the miniature house with no roof, then up at the skylight. She finally figured out where she was when the final piece of her memory came back to her.
Her name was Ann Taylor and she was the main attraction at an alien zoo.