Stilton
08-16-2013, 08:33 AM
‘What’s that?’ The thought raced through my mind as I witnessed something most unusual.
A box scurried across the ground in a methodical path; it was escaping. My head tilted to the side as I wondered 'Is this box seriously moving on its own?'
It was so inconspicuous, I was the only person who stopped and stared gaping. At once i realized this was no ordinary box as it seemed to radiate consciouness. As I tried to understand what it was and it's motives, The box, in an effort to conceal it's sentience, froze.
I took a step toward it. The band's music became white noise. The 20,000 person crowd around me drifted from reality as my being tried to understand this 'thing'.
Curiosity overthrew common sense as a new conviction to understand that which shouldn't be.
As I approached closer, it decided to abandon subtlety. It made its best efforts towards escaping me but it had no chance. With my long strides compared to its clumsy erratic movements, I shortly was 5 yards away and it stopped, accepting defeat.
Out of pure instinct I stopped in my tracks and stared at that which I couldn’t comprehend. A second passed but it could’ve been hours. I felt the creature’s soul panic as a villain cornered by police. I understood that it would be fatal for it if I just overturned the box. I just stumbled upon that which shouldn't be known.
W.C.
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A box scurried across the ground in a methodical path; it was escaping. My head tilted to the side as I wondered 'Is this box seriously moving on its own?'
It was so inconspicuous, I was the only person who stopped and stared gaping. At once i realized this was no ordinary box as it seemed to radiate consciouness. As I tried to understand what it was and it's motives, The box, in an effort to conceal it's sentience, froze.
I took a step toward it. The band's music became white noise. The 20,000 person crowd around me drifted from reality as my being tried to understand this 'thing'.
Curiosity overthrew common sense as a new conviction to understand that which shouldn't be.
As I approached closer, it decided to abandon subtlety. It made its best efforts towards escaping me but it had no chance. With my long strides compared to its clumsy erratic movements, I shortly was 5 yards away and it stopped, accepting defeat.
Out of pure instinct I stopped in my tracks and stared at that which I couldn’t comprehend. A second passed but it could’ve been hours. I felt the creature’s soul panic as a villain cornered by police. I understood that it would be fatal for it if I just overturned the box. I just stumbled upon that which shouldn't be known.
W.C.
sir-winston.squarespace.com