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A series of short stories based on writing prompts I find on the internet. Most are from Tumblr. If you have a good one, feel free to comment. The prompts used and the credit will be at the end of each chapter. Please leave criticism in the comments to help me improve! Thanks for reading!

published on December 17, 20172 reads 2 readers 0 not completed


I barely remember anything before the day it happened. How it felt to breathe. To see. To feel the blood running through your veins. To place one foot in front of the other. God, I miss it so much. I had nothing better to do with my life. I dropped out of high school. Never went to university. I never thought I would amount to anything, my parents thought the same. I didn't want to be a burden on them, so despite the fact I could barely afford the rent, I moved out. Got a job. Hated it. That place would be heaven compared to where I am now. What was my job like? Where did I work? I can't remember. I can't remember anything. What are my friends names? What are their faces like? Did I even have friends? They'll be long dead by the time I get out of here... Did they miss me? Or was I just another speck of dust, floating in and out of their lives like nothing?

I do remember my last day of freedom though. I woke up. Ate some food. Got dressed. Caught the bus. There were a lot of people outside. They aimed their boxes at me and shouted. They held out metal sticks for me to talk into. I wish I could remember what they are called. I answered their questions the best I could. They asked if I was scared. If I was worried it would go wrong. If I would miss my family and friends. I just felt empty. I climbed the stairs towards the lab. The scientists smiled at me and were very friendly. Those smiles were lies. They lead me to the room were it would happen. The crowd followed us. There were computers everywhere. In the centre there was the capsule. I will never forget the capsule. It has been my home and my prison for... who knows how long. Without it, I would be dead now. I love it. It is my safe haven. Without it, I could have lived a normal life. I hate this capsule. It's my own personal hell. They led me to the capsule. The crowd was stopped at the door. The scientists talked me through what was to happen. They told me of the great reward that would await me when it was all over. I would be rich and famous. I would be a hero. I didn't care. I just wanted to escape this world. This earth. Oh, how I took it for granted. As they opened the capsule, I felt concern for the first time. What if it went wrong? I shrugged it off. It would be fine. If only I had listened to the growing sense of worry. I laid down in the capsule when the scientists prompted. The soft interior molded itself around my body. At least it would be comfortable, I thought. The scientists closed the lid. One of them winked and put a thumb up. Great. That was the last thing I saw. I suddenly began to feel very cold. I felt pins and needles all over me. I lost the feeling in my legs. In my arms. In my stomach. My body faded away. I couldn't see anything anymore. Not light. Not darkness. My eyes faded away. Nothing. I inhaled. I exhaled. I inhaled. I exhaled. I didn't inhale again. My lungs faded away. My heartbeat slowed, then stopped. My heart faded away. I couldn't feel anything. I was a disembodied brain. A mind without a body. I waited to fall unconscious. Time for a nap, I thought, trying to lighten the mood. The scientists had told me I would fall completely unconscious within a minute. 60... 59... 58... The seconds ticked by. 42... 41... 40... I was still very much awake. 27... 26... 25... Not much longer now. 11... 10... 9... Almost there... 3... 2... 1...
I'm still here. I'm still here! Panic gripped me. I tried to move. I had no arms. No! I have arms! I tried to scream, to kick, to move. It was useless. I imagined kicking the glass apart, jumping out into freedom. Nothing happened. I cried and screamed. My lips didn't move. My face remained calm and neutral. My mind was completely disconnected from reality.

That must have been centuries ago now. Or was it years? Or even only minutes ago? I have no way of knowing. The only thing I know for sure it that one day... One day, someone will open this capsule. Someone will set me free. Someone will help me escape. Until then? I wait. Time fades away, the seconds become days, days become weeks, weeks become months, months become years. I fade away. My mind fades away. I can't feel anything. I can't remember... Nothing is real. Nothing exists. Nothing. Nothing.

Something. A loud hissing noise. A flash of light. A sudden warmth. My heart moves. It beats, pumping blood. I open my mouth and suck in the air. Oxygen. My eyes blink open. Light. Shadow. Bright colours. The world is too much for me to comprehend. There a a lot of people here. They scream and shout and flap their arms around. Or, at least it seems that way. Wet trails slid down my warming face. Tears. I am pulled out of the pod and immediatly collapse. I can see. Arms. Legs. Hands. Knees. I am kneeling on my knees. I shakily raise my hands to my face. It's real. It's all real. I touch my face. I feel skin touching skin. Air comes in and out of my mouth in ragged breaths. I try to say something. My voice comes out in a rough moan from 500 years of lack of use, no words attached to it. I begin to sob. I'm free. I'm real. I exist. A warm, kind hand touches my shoulder. I have a shoulder. I look up. A scientist looks down at me, gentle kindness in her eyes. "Hello, dear. How do you feel?" What I said made her go white as a sheet. "I.. I was... I was awake." I groaned. "I watched the whole world... fade."

Prompt: Scientists have discovered cryogenic freezing. You are it’s first test subject and it’s a massive success, and they plan on releasing you in 500 years. You had no way of telling them you were conscious. (Credit to writing-prompt-s on Tumblr)
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