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story draft
This is one I've had in the back of my head for years.
Working title is "Room".
He got off the bus and headed for the store. Then he walked around the building to get to the back. From there he pushed through some bushes and started up the faint trail that made a diagonal up the face of the ridge.
Soon he was on the wide shelf partway up the hill. It was a good hundred feet wide and ran half a mile or so. He enjoyed walking among the bushes and small trees. Soon enough he arrived at the back of the old abandoned building.
There was cyclone fencing around it, but other people had made holes here in the back where it couldn't be seen from the street. He crawled through one of the holes, dusted himself off and went to a doorway that had been boarded up. Someone had pulled the boards though.
It was a bit dim inside, but not too bad because the windows on the front side of the building weren't boarded up. After all on that side this was the third floor!
He'd been poking around for a bit when he heard a noise. He looked out a window and saw someone guys standing near the front of the building.
Uh oh. He recognized them from school. He did not want to run into them. He'd had enough trouble with them at school.
They went closer to the building and he couldn't see them anymore. He could get closer to the window but then they might see him.
He dithered for a bit then as he was about to start heading back for the door he'd come in through, he heard voices. They'd gotten inside somehow.
He tried moving faster but quietly. As he turned a corner he kicked a bottle that he hadn't seen. The bottle made quite a racket.
He froze. Then a voice carried up from below.
"There's somebody up there!"
"Oh god, what do I do now?" he thought. A dark doorway caught his eye as he heard a door slam open. He quickly ducked inside.
It was dark in the room and he had an impression of some shelves on the walls to either side. He scooted to the back of the room and tried not to breathe too hard
He heard voices coming closer and wished he could close the door.
Suddenly it was completely dark. He froze even harder than before. He couldn't hear anything but his heart thudding in his chest and his breathing.
After a few minutes he dug into his pack and got out a flashlight. When he turned it on he kept one hand over the lens so there was only a dim glow.
As his eyes adjusted he almost panicked again. The wall where the door had been was blank!
He uncovered the lens and went up to the wall. Not only was it blank, it was a sort of grayish black. Some sort of stone, not concrete.
He swept the light around. The room seemed to be about 10 or twelve feet wide. And long. Looking up the ceiling seemed to be about the same height. He was in a cube carved out of rock
Trying to stay calm he looked at the shelves. They were wooden and went all the way up to the ceiling. There were a few things on them but there was something odd about the way they were distributed...
He checked the back wall and it was as featureless as the one he'd come through. He was starting panic again.
All he wanted was out. He wished he had gone straight home.
Suddenly there was light shining in from a doorway in the wall in front of him.
He stared in shock at his bedroom. He realized the he was looking into it from where his closet door was.
He quickly grabbed his pack and darted into his room.
Turning, there was the opening to the room where the opened sliding door should have shown his closet.
This was impossible. All of it.
He looked out the window and saw his yard. Then back at the closet that wasn't a closet.
He was shaking and just wished all this would go away. When he looked again, he saw his closet through the opening.
He realized he was still holding the flashlight. He turned it off and put it back in the side pocket on the pack.
He decided to not think about it for a while. He dragged his school stuff into the dining room and set up to start his homework. Then he went into the kitchen to grab something to drink. He looked at the sodas. Nope. The beers? Nope again. So he grabbed the whiskey glass out of the cupboard and set it on the table. Then he went back to his room and grabbed his bottle of Jack Daniels.
Back in the dining room, he poured one shot of bourbon and three shots of water, then added ice.
As he sipped it and tried to concentrate on his homework, he was glad that his mom was pretty tolerant about alcohol. Pity she was such a pain about other things.
Not remotely finished, but it seemed like a good stopping point
ETA:I'm looking for some feedback. And I'm curious as to your thoughts about what's going on or might be going on. *I* know, but I'm both wondering how it comes across to the reader, and what others think about the "situation".
Working title is "Room".
He got off the bus and headed for the store. Then he walked around the building to get to the back. From there he pushed through some bushes and started up the faint trail that made a diagonal up the face of the ridge.
Soon he was on the wide shelf partway up the hill. It was a good hundred feet wide and ran half a mile or so. He enjoyed walking among the bushes and small trees. Soon enough he arrived at the back of the old abandoned building.
There was cyclone fencing around it, but other people had made holes here in the back where it couldn't be seen from the street. He crawled through one of the holes, dusted himself off and went to a doorway that had been boarded up. Someone had pulled the boards though.
It was a bit dim inside, but not too bad because the windows on the front side of the building weren't boarded up. After all on that side this was the third floor!
He'd been poking around for a bit when he heard a noise. He looked out a window and saw someone guys standing near the front of the building.
Uh oh. He recognized them from school. He did not want to run into them. He'd had enough trouble with them at school.
They went closer to the building and he couldn't see them anymore. He could get closer to the window but then they might see him.
He dithered for a bit then as he was about to start heading back for the door he'd come in through, he heard voices. They'd gotten inside somehow.
He tried moving faster but quietly. As he turned a corner he kicked a bottle that he hadn't seen. The bottle made quite a racket.
He froze. Then a voice carried up from below.
"There's somebody up there!"
"Oh god, what do I do now?" he thought. A dark doorway caught his eye as he heard a door slam open. He quickly ducked inside.
It was dark in the room and he had an impression of some shelves on the walls to either side. He scooted to the back of the room and tried not to breathe too hard
He heard voices coming closer and wished he could close the door.
Suddenly it was completely dark. He froze even harder than before. He couldn't hear anything but his heart thudding in his chest and his breathing.
After a few minutes he dug into his pack and got out a flashlight. When he turned it on he kept one hand over the lens so there was only a dim glow.
As his eyes adjusted he almost panicked again. The wall where the door had been was blank!
He uncovered the lens and went up to the wall. Not only was it blank, it was a sort of grayish black. Some sort of stone, not concrete.
He swept the light around. The room seemed to be about 10 or twelve feet wide. And long. Looking up the ceiling seemed to be about the same height. He was in a cube carved out of rock
Trying to stay calm he looked at the shelves. They were wooden and went all the way up to the ceiling. There were a few things on them but there was something odd about the way they were distributed...
He checked the back wall and it was as featureless as the one he'd come through. He was starting panic again.
All he wanted was out. He wished he had gone straight home.
Suddenly there was light shining in from a doorway in the wall in front of him.
He stared in shock at his bedroom. He realized the he was looking into it from where his closet door was.
He quickly grabbed his pack and darted into his room.
Turning, there was the opening to the room where the opened sliding door should have shown his closet.
This was impossible. All of it.
He looked out the window and saw his yard. Then back at the closet that wasn't a closet.
He was shaking and just wished all this would go away. When he looked again, he saw his closet through the opening.
He realized he was still holding the flashlight. He turned it off and put it back in the side pocket on the pack.
He decided to not think about it for a while. He dragged his school stuff into the dining room and set up to start his homework. Then he went into the kitchen to grab something to drink. He looked at the sodas. Nope. The beers? Nope again. So he grabbed the whiskey glass out of the cupboard and set it on the table. Then he went back to his room and grabbed his bottle of Jack Daniels.
Back in the dining room, he poured one shot of bourbon and three shots of water, then added ice.
As he sipped it and tried to concentrate on his homework, he was glad that his mom was pretty tolerant about alcohol. Pity she was such a pain about other things.
Not remotely finished, but it seemed like a good stopping point
ETA:I'm looking for some feedback. And I'm curious as to your thoughts about what's going on or might be going on. *I* know, but I'm both wondering how it comes across to the reader, and what others think about the "situation".