2 different perspectives sitting for the exams. another short excerpt i wrote soon after my last paper of the term. inspired by the previous piece about boredom.Tick, tock, tick, tock. The second hand of the large wall clock ticked away, the sound bored into my head, making the wheels of my mind whir away painfully. It was unbearable. I put down my pen and started massaging my temples, closing my eyes and trying to imagine a peaceful place, quiet and tranquil.
"Are you okay?" The voice made me jerk from my momentary serenity. Eyes widened, mouth agape, I stared at my concerned professor. He smiled at me, and I wasn't sure what sinister thoughts hid behind that gentle expression of his.
"I'm fine," I whispered cautiously. Must not give anything away, I thought, for this is a battle, this is survival of the fittest, it's every man for himself.
He turned and walked away, and my eyes glared into the back of his head, delving into his mind. Oh how cruel, how sadistic a creature he was. My brows furrowed and my lips curled into a frown as I picked up my pen with all the ferocity I could muster.
I began to write, furiously, rapidly; nothing could stop me now as my brain juices powered up and all the information, knowledge stored deep within the locked safe of my subconscious mind unleased themselves and through my pen. Writing and writing, the corner of my lips relaxed into a smile, and the smile got wider, more maniacal as my hands continued moving, my pen continued inking. Yes, yes I can do it! I can do it!!
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I don't know why I prefer to write short excerpts of plotless stuff. I think they have potential but I no longer have the patience to sit for an hour and a half and think up of a good buildup and end to stories like these. anyways, long stories coming up from long long ago....! stay tuned to find out!
Tick, tock, tick, tock. The second hand of the large wall clock ticked away, the sound bored into my head and filled the emptiness, vacancy that shrouded my mind. My eyes were dry, tired and I could barely read the minute text in front of me, let alone register the words that the letters spelled out.
Beside me someone was writing so furiously and crazily the table shook on its unstable leg; he was writing so hard I could hear the pen scratching away at the paper. I stared at mine. It was as blank as a new word document, as clean as my maid-washed laundry, and as worthless as the time I had wasted staring into space.
The professor strode, silently but purposefully, surveying the room like an eagle its prey. A wide, delighted smile was plastered on his face. Oh how cruel, how sadistic a creature he was. My brows furrowed and my lips curled into a frown as my mind began to conjure up images of torture, suffering that I would put him through. That was what it was, this paper. I glared back at my paper and picked up my pen.
And I started transferring the images in my head into ink. Yes, yes you're gonna suffer like I'm suffering! Die a horrible death!!
Beside me someone was writing so furiously and crazily the table shook on its unstable leg; he was writing so hard I could hear the pen scratching away at the paper. I stared at mine. It was as blank as a new word document, as clean as my maid-washed laundry, and as worthless as the time I had wasted staring into space.
The professor strode, silently but purposefully, surveying the room like an eagle its prey. A wide, delighted smile was plastered on his face. Oh how cruel, how sadistic a creature he was. My brows furrowed and my lips curled into a frown as my mind began to conjure up images of torture, suffering that I would put him through. That was what it was, this paper. I glared back at my paper and picked up my pen.
And I started transferring the images in my head into ink. Yes, yes you're gonna suffer like I'm suffering! Die a horrible death!!
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