Saturday, April 2, 2016

White.

"Wake up!" said a voice.

I jumped, eyes opened. I was in a small room, and in front of me was a metallic table. On top of it, lies the only source of illumination in the room, a digital lamp, giving off a white glare. Blinded by it, I tried standing up but, I could not. Panicking as adrenaline pumps into my system, I tried again, harder this time. I am strapped to the chair. I struggled as I jerked harder each time, heaving my body upwards yet the chair remains unyielding.

What is the meaning of this? What is this place? Why am I here? I asked. At least, I thought I did, as I received no response from the other party. I looked around the room as I continued to escape my restraints, searching for the source of the voice which alarmed me. There was no one else in the room with me; it was completely empty aside from the table and lamp. I pushed against the table, it didn't bulge.

I need to get away from here! I thought as I was instilled by a sudden sense of urgency induced by my immobility. I was trapped. In this windowless room. I screamed for help, hoping that someone would come to my rescue. Then, the entire room lit up and I could only see white.


Friday, April 1, 2016

The Wind Cries.

The wind howls,
Icy and biting
The eagles soar,
Mighty and regal
The sun shines,
Raw and bright
The hikers trek,
Tired but unrelenting
The clouds gather,
Moist and fluff
The mountain stands,
Tall and proud.