As the Semisonic birdsong goes , every new showtime comes from some other showtime ’s end . So what lies on the other side of this mysterious door , this threshold that hold itself “ The End ” ? See if you’re able to add up up with a story base on this capricious picture .
This photo comes fromSarah Greaves , who create all manner of embroidered graffiti , viaIan Brooks . So what happens when your characters are told that they ’ve reached “ the final stage ” ? Will they step through the door , and if so , will we find out what ’s on the other side ?
In my story , “ The goal ” is not completely unexpected , but my characters are n’t quite certain they ’re ready for it :
The LED winked out one by one as the Hive Queen of Zaeda - Morra break , bumble one final toxic breath across their skin . Samile exhaled as she lowered her Swarm Gun , cling to her stomach as the muzzle clinked against the floor . Respawning too apace and too often did a number on the stomach lining , and she had spent one hundred and twenty nine lives battling the Hive Queen . She was almost thankful that they were out of wellness measure . She would n’t have been able to resist use up them any more than she could have save them down .
“ You gon na shove off ? ” Caswell asked . Blood steamer from a darkened center socket , and Samile was pretty sure he ’d lose the optic all . No matter . He ’d get it back in the next spawn .
Samile shook her question . “ No level in wait , is there ? have ’s head for the next save item and get ourselves killed . ”
He shrug . “ If it ’s all the same , I ’d rather find a medical bay laurel . ” He pointed to the missing eye . “ I can do without this for a while . ”
Samile heaved the gun over her shoulder . “ I just trust they have shower on the next degree . ”
“ And a soup-strainer , ” Caswell added , scratching at his tooth . “ After fifty - three hr of play , you ’d remember I ’d picture out how to discontinue get down nanobugs . ”
The door to the next level whooshed overt , and a woman ’s phonation crackled overhead . During the former months of period of play , the interpreter had been clear , announcing dubitable axioms : “ If you watch each other ’s back , no one is look forward . ” “ A grenade in the handwriting is worth two ( or was it too ? ) hasty decisions . ” “ A shot in time save nine lives . ” But the caliber of the audio had degraded until it became little more than a series of sputters and gasps . Samile liked to suppose that the woman was dying , that her voice had been phlebotomise out of her all this time and now she was finally nearly all in .
Samile and Caswell stopped and hunker down as soon as they stepped through the door , quick to take on whatever fresh horde of robotic tool was waiting to swoop upon them . But there was nothing , no campaign . When her eyes adjusted to the igniter , she about drop her gun for hire . They were standing in an apartment . Not ship ’s quarters , not lodgement in a faux - mediaeval village , not a screened - in way litter with tatami lustrelessness . This was a real individual ’s apartment , with the seam unmade and clothes ball up on the floor and sunlight streaming in through the windows . Samile lead her hired hand over a series of sketches pinned to the walls , heed to the rustle of paper as she scrape up against the edges . “ I ’ve never seen an environment like this , ” she say . “ Have you ? ”
Caswell had found a laptop humming beneath a pile of papers . He gingerly pried it exposed , then germinate his hand away . “ Computer ’s hot , ” he said .
Samile break at one of the draftsmanship . It was of a serviceman who was almost Caswell but not quite Caswell . The man in the drawing had a stronger chin and a more noncompliant look . It was like someone was draw him from store , or had n’t quite decide what he look like . Or maybe , Samile realized in a quiet part of her thinker , he used to bet like that , all those months ago . possibly the month of battles and respawns had dull his looks . The paper next to it flutter in a breeze , and Samile clamp it still . It was a woman dressed in that honest-to-god neuro - elfin armor Samile used to put on . She peered at the drawing . It had never occur to her before that she did n’t know quite what she looked like . Was this supposed to be her ? She turned to ask Caswell , but in the next second , all speech drop from her sassing .
Caswell , as if responding to her stunned silence , sprain too and saw it . The door . It was n’t a door make into a rampart . It was leaning against the let on brick , propped up , as if someone had construct the door and then forgotten to ramp up everything behind it . The edges were lit from an unseen sources , and the doorway was embroidered in ruddy yarn with two words : The ending . A giant needle was stuck through the text like a steel .
Samile began to throb . Her throat was still raw with vomit from those slews of respawns . There were bit of nanobugs splattered across her hide and armor . She short realized that she want to cry .
Caswell was the first of them to speak . “ The last , ” he croak . He pull off a glove and let his finger’s breadth dance to the end of the quarrel . “ Could it be ? ” he asked . “ Just powerful here ? ” He wait back at Samile , glower at the tingle of her lip and the tears begin to oversupply her eye . “ You ’re not afraid , are you ? This is what we ’ve wanted , what we proceed through all that play for . ”
Samile glint back in the steering they ’d come from . There was no threshold there any more , no gateway back to the utter Hive Queen . “ It ’s not the end I ’m worried about . There ’s a get-go behind that doorway . ”
She felt Caswell ’s deal encircle hers . His hold was almost painful . “ occur on , ” he enunciate , and she could hear the grin in his voice . “ What ’s the unfit it could be ? function jobs ? Credit card debt ? mortal - crushing ennui ? You ca n’t fight all your problem with a gun forever . ”
He contribute her to the door and rank his hand on the node . “ Wait ! ” Still restrain his other deal , Samile walk up to the doorway , stand up on her gratuity - toes , and tugged the giant phonograph needle free . “ You never know what we ’re go to need out there , ” she said as he turned the pommel .
ShirtBloke ’s story go metafictional :
“ Well attend at that – a doorway with The End write on it . ”
“ So open it then . ”
“ Why me ? ”
“ You ’re the protagonist .
It says so on your tee - shirt . ”
“ I do n’t know .
What do you opine ’s behind it ? ”
“ I ’m pretty sure it ’s a elbow room full of lollipops and Glycyrrhiza glabra . “
“ Have you looked at your tee - shirt late ? ”
“ Huh .
Unreliable Narrator . ”
“ expect a minute .
This door ’s not real .
It ’s just painted onto the brickwork . ”
“ Are you enunciate that the writing on the wall is just a sour Ending ? ”
“ Yes .
I intend it might entail that there ’s a continuation .
Maybe even a trilogy . ”
“ Luke , I am your Church Father . ”
“ That ’s really not helpful . ”
In Mel Chow ’s story , “ The closing ” is hard to resist :
Johnny Hee looks up .
The full flat is hide in darkness , except for a window on the 10th base . A warm , orange tree luminescence stream from it . He always had a liking for orangish lights . So cozy , so inviting .
“ N .. not thymine - that mode .. ”
The window grilles are wide open .
“ N .. not t - atomic number 90 .. at ..
Barely audible .
Johnny Hee stops space out . He had been steer off to meet the girl when this happened . Something about the urgency in her voice over the earphone had .. faze him . He looks at the military personnel .
“ Sir , the ambulance is .. ”
He trail off . No point in continuing . The man before him now lies motionless , parentage pooling around what remained of the back of his head . One hand still clutches tightly at a measure of electric cord . fret , as though tear from somewhere . Thick , bright crimson .
At least he had the good good sense to tell others jump-start out of a tenth floor window is not the way , Johnny think .
In any case , he has to hurry along .
An time of day after the ambulance leaves , Johnny Hee sits in a meddling pub in the center of the metropolis , nursing drunkenness after drink . Laughter . From beside him . Johnny turns to face . Yet another pretty , immature couple , madly in love , not being able-bodied to keep their hands off each other .
Johnny Hee smirk , gives them the finger , and goes back to his glass of Black Pig . Why do people have it so gentle , he wonders . Why do they receive dearest easy , why do they stay in love so easily , why do they not cease up inveterate single like him , add up to the same pub every Saturday night , alone-
-a belch , and Johnny feels the beer pour from his throat into his oral cavity . One beer too many . Get to the toilet .
The can is pocket-sized , cramp , a tiny carrell with a crude flouroscent light . Johnny kneels before the toilet bowl , and project up .
It is subdued outdoors .
Johnny Hee moan , and stumble to his feet . His head is spinning . The cubicle is lit a warm Orange River . He always had a liking for orange light . So cozy , so inviting .
He turns to lead , and sees the threshold .
THE END .
bspeers1000 ’s characters find the door difficult to open :
“ Brian ? ”
“ Yes ? ” I asked . I had already begun the agonising task of working the tensity twist against the stubby edge of the knob . I say agonizing because as usual , I ’d brought a too - forgetful tension wrench , and the nails on my thumb and forefinger tire out against what was left of my reddened fingertips .
“ Why , and you ’ll forgive me for asking this , as because I commonly do trust your methods , ”
“ Yes , yes . ” I blurted it , not trying to sound annoyed and failing .
“ Why are you ardently working on unlock that peculiar door ? ”
“ Hmm ? ”
“ That door , Brian . ” Blets rubbed his brow nervously . I think it was nervously anyway . I refused to look his way of life , but chafe things nervously was exactly the kind of affair Blets was nonresistant to do .
“ Ah . ” It was n’t much of an result , I admit . I deform for a moment , adjudicate simultaneously to descend up with a better answer and not curve through my own digit . I really need to start bear nail scissor grip . Do n’t say anything about the file , that ’s a tool , and I refuse to use it on anything that grows out of my body .
“ Well , it ’s here is n’t it . ”
Blets did n’t say anything for a import . His heavy footstep stock him away from the enormous dark archway and then back . tempo . More typical Blets material .
“ Only … ”
“ Yes ? ”
“ Well , it does have the monumental phrase ‘ the end ’ written on it does n’t it . ”
“ Yes . ”
“ Well . ” Blets seemed to be at a loss . “ Good then . ”
More pacing . I pause , only for a moment . The door was much more difficult than I ’d imagined , and give that we were standing just beyond the Laboratory Of Which Sprang the Universe ( do n’t find fault me , that ’s not my choose wording — notice the telltale capital letter ) , I ’d been expecting something pretty difficult . Now that the pin was in , each of the twelve or so personal identification number managed to feel heavier than the pistons of a multi - horse motor , and fiddlier , smaller than seemed logistically possible . It was a hassle . And at this degree , anyway , Blets was n’t avail .
“ Blets , you know I do n’t have a vital word about your er … girth issue . ”
“ Er … yes ? ”
“ But the impact of your weight on this uneven linoleum has a detectable effect on my adept lockpicking weapon . ”
“ Right . Sorry . ”
“ Do n’t do that ‘ pathetic sigh ’ thing either . I am not being critical . It ’s just physics . Also , your breathing is very flash . ”
“ good-for-nothing . ”
“ Do n’t be distressing Blets . What does one do when one is find sorry ? ”
“ Stop the behaviour ? ”
“ Good store . ”
Blets managed to stop over his unceasing tempo . I could tell though that all was not well with him . He ’d move on to shuffling . Well . It was as good as he was nonresistant to get .
“ Only , it does seem a bit speculative , does n’t it Brian , ” Blets said at last , “ Us open a door marked ‘ The final stage ’ at the origin of the Universe . It seems that if the the great unwashed who made everything — g ”
“ Not people . ”
“ Right . Beings . Er … the inception of existence . Pre - mote of unperceivable aim , yes ? ”
“ Better . ”
“ If they lock away a door and label it in large letter with the musical phrase ‘ The End ’ it does seem to be a jolly important argument for lease it be . I mean , if you think so . I intend , is n’t it ? ”
“ Blets , ” I say , softly . I could feel the last fall against my plectrum . It would n’t budge . “ Do you — rrrggh — do you do it why we were take for this particular job ? ”
“ Because we ’re cheap ? ”
“ No . ”
“ Because you have your own car . ”
“ Not really the key , give how they sent us here . ” I held back a tremble . Just saying ‘ They ’ made me feel wrong . Like my mother walked in to catch me with my MILF porno . Or like I bit into a leathery muddle .
“ Because we ’re the only Professional Juggler cut private detective squad in Titlups death ? ”
“ Blets , do you really still think ‘ They ’ were from Titlups End ? ”
“ No , ” Blets admitted . “ I think they likely were from out of Gloucestershire entirely . ”
“ A good speculation . ”
“ Well , ” Blets order , “ Then I do n’t have sex . ”
“ Because we do n’t ask query . ”
“ We do n’t ? ”
“ Oh . ”
There was a retentive pause . The last pin was taking even longer than I ’d forebode . I begin to understand how my dentist felt . Back in yr eight .
“ I ’ll just commit shall I then ? ”
I hold in a face . If anything was noisy than Blets footfalls it was the speech sound of his beanbags striking the ground with rhythmical regularity . I also knew it was the only affair that would becalm him down . “ Sure . ”
I heard the smack slap slap of orb strike palm . I know , but that ’s what they ’re call . I could n’t do much about that . It was a weird mission , that I had to deed over . But , when you ’re in debt to the debt set off agency and there ’s no hot water or electricity or monthy subscription to MILFSMONTHY ( dot com ) , you do n’t have much selection but to take the pass of the nearest predominate raft of black plasma with the phonation of Christian Bale in the Batman movies . Figuratively speaking .
“ What do you retrieve ‘ They ’ signify then about that whole ‘ the beginning is not a time but a stead business . With the particles and all . ”
“ Well , ” I say , straining , “ Rrr … It ’s obvious is n’t it . ”
“ Is it ? ”
“ Yes . Ah ! That ’s got it ! Something about the universe not having time before it started to exist and all . The er … paradoxical necessity of … er … ” I pulled on the door - hold . It began to turn .
“ That ’s what ‘ They said , Brian , yeah . But I entail , what does any of that actua — ”
He stopped talking . The slapping stopped . In fact , a kind of deathly silence began to envelope the gap between us . I bend .
He ’d stop . The balls froze in mid - flying .
I had no way of recognize it then , of course , but everything had stopped . The helping hand of watches that were n’t digital or on iPads , the digital bits on iPads , the non - digital bit , the repercussion of particles of aviation against the underside of a bell , the blood cells along the jaw of a wounded sea gull , the smell of apricots , all of it , dead , had stopped . All except me , of course .
“ That ’s not serious , ” I said . Or thought I state . In fact , nothing came out of my mouthpiece . I too was still .
Somewhere , thick beyond the grasp of clip , and at the same time very tight at manus , a very distant audio like my own voice tot one musical phrase .
“ Ohio SHIT . ”
Pârja ’s level boast a somebody who must go through the door and the person who shepherds everyone else across the doorway :
“ So this is it then ? ” he asked in a timid voice , almost classifiable as a susurration .
“ Yes . This is the end of the line for you . ”
“ So I just reach the door , and then ? ”
“ Well , you step through it , course . ”
He was about to ask what would happen after that , but for some intellect he knew he would n’t get an answer .
“ I s’pose there ’s no function in trying to invalidate it , huh ? What if I win a plot of chess or something ? ”
“ You know I would get ahead in the remnant ” , the hooded anatomy chuckled , “ I always do . ”
“ I know , I have it away . But I just do n’t realize this situation . One minute of arc I ’m jubilantly eat a steak , the next I ’m in front of this dazed door . I do n’t merit this , I ’m only 53 for call out loud ! ”
“ You know , that ’s what they all say . “ Oh , I ’m too young , too pretty , too powerful , too rich , too particular ” , but in the end they all go through the same room access as everyone else . Now , I do n’t entail to rush you , I ’m sure you ’re a wonderful bozo and all , but I have a 10.30 car crash to attend . So , um , chop chop . ”
“ What if I do n’t desire to ? ”
“ What if you what ? Dumb motion . ”
“ I ’m serious though , what if I do n’t go through the room access ? ”
“ Stop messing around , I ’m a busy man . Just get in there … God … ”
YES WHAT IS IT .
“ No , go away God , I just cursed ”
OH . SORRY .
Jakey Phillips ’ story find us newly arrive in the hereafter :
The after - life was n’t what John Walters expected it to be . Him and including everyone in world , retiring , present , and future , forever and ever that had , has , or will have been animated . It was a lot like before - life , the one you are alive in . The only difference was it was just a long hallway , with hundreds and hundreds of doors , more than the middle can see . The walls had wallpaper with an fluent black floral pattern , with a deep origin violent background . Lanterns hang over head , in intervals of 10 feet of aloofness between them . The light was very dim , but well enough to see everything . John retrieve he was the only un - living being there .
But John was n’t alone . He matt-up it in the air . He then realized there was no line , and he was not even breathing . Then , it settle in .
“ Great . Just , blinking , great . ” John say with a sarcastic tone .
“ You went off and you got your ass wipe out John . Now you are in hell , with Satan his- goddamn - self , breathing down your cervix ! But hump me function , at least now you do n’t have to worry about , I do n’t know , ventilation ! ”
Suddenly , a vocalism spoke to John . It had a very soft , British accent , and speak as if whoever was sing has just wake up .
“ You are not in Hell , John Eugene Walters : acquit on Monday June 12th , 1967 , at 11:44P.M … Died on Saturday August the 14th , 2012 at 3:00 P.M. Passed unto the region of the dead 5 minutes subsequently . You are in , what I wish to call , The Receiving Room . ”
“ Who said that ? How did I … Wait … 5 minutes later on ? It takes 5 minutes to get from earth to here ? Is there not an express elevator or something ? That ’s , sort of unknown , do n’t you think ? ”
A dim figure of speech began to appear . Slowly evanesce into view . Shadows became cloth . Cloth became a gown , black as nighttime . Hands reach out from the sleeves , but no flesh . White bone . Where John imagined oculus to be was burn aristocratic orbs that prompt him of fire on a cd wick , but much dimmer . The only affair of a human face that was seeable was the tooth and jaw of a grinning skeleton .
“ Its not like you had to walk here ! ” the dissemble figure said . “ You are not even conscious ! It ’s fag ! You ’re utter , and you wake up up here ! So what if it ’s 5 minutes after .
“ Why does the hereafter want to worry about time ? ”
“ Because it just does . You know , out of the billons and billons of souls who pass through here , I ’ve heard a lot of questions . Where am I ? Who are you ? Is this Heaven ? Am I in Hell ? Where ’s Jesus ? Can I meet God ? Why did n’t I get wear again into a moo-cow ? Never , why did it take 5 arcminute to get here , and why does the afterlife keep time ? ”
“ It is a good interrogation . ”
“ I do n’t know why ! Ok , I do n’t have all mean solar day for this . I am Death . The Reaper of souls ! I am your bodyguard to your final name and address . I am … ”
“ OK , so there is a nirvana or hell ? ” John say cutting decease off .
“ Would you let me cease ? Good grief you are impatient ! It ’s not like you are live on anywhere . ” Death said while sweep his arms . He begin tap his boney understructure on the voiceless base below him , nettle at John .
“ sad ! go on . ”
“ As I was say : I am the one who shows you your life-time as it has been , from birth to expiry , and what will happen to the loved ace you go out behind . ”
“ Well , my life was n’t the greatest . I mean it was n’t bad ; I just did n’t do anything I dreamed for . It was very wearisome . Meaningless Book of Job . No wife , no tike . Only people important in my life sentence was my Mom and Dad . I cerebrate they will be all right . ”
“ They will be … derive on . sentence to look at your biography . ”
John set out to follow decease . He started to feel a prickling in his belly . prompt him of a venter growl .
“ You will feel a strange feeling in your stomach . It ’s where your soul feels a connection to an event , and wants to show you . ”
“ My psyche is in my stomach ? ”
“ It was in your stomach . You are your soul . Think of it like your encephalon . You have witting and a subconscious . The tactual sensation in your venter is the subconscious part talking to you . And since you do n’t have a body blocking everything , you could feel your sub - soul intimately . Go to the doorway when it feel the stiff and open it . You will see . ”
Death betoken his boney finger to a door , 6 feet down on the left . John hold him a feeling for form , cognize that was the threshold his sub soul want him to see . John walked to it slowly , stomach grumbling louder . It did n’t hurt , just felt unearthly . It stopped when he touch the doorway knob . He turned it tardily , and opened the threshold . In an flash , he was somewhere else .
A hospital elbow room . He saw a medico with 2 nurse at a hospital bed , wearing full infirmary gown with a surgical mask and hat on . Another man was standing in the elbow room with a tv camera have pictures . He was in the same surgical gear as the doc . John saw death next to him , take the air next to the hospital bottom , and pose down in a lounger next to the bed . John could n’t hear anyone peach in the way , but demise . All he listen was a light-headed whooshing noise all around .
“ What the fucking is happening ? ” John say sound startled at the topsy-turvydom before him . Dr. and nursemaid maneuver at a fevered pitch .
“ A woman was giving birth . Today is someone ’s birth day . Yours John . It ’s on Monday June 12th , 1967 , at 11:34 P.M. ”
“ Why ca n’t I hear them ? And what ’s sound ? ”
“ You ca n’t learn them you are still inside your mother . The phone you hear is you female parent uterus . The whooshing sound is roue flowing through her body as her warmheartedness is beat . That is all you have heard for 8 months 3 weeks , 2 day , and 12 hours . Why do you think mother tell their children shhh … to calm them down ? Think about it ? ” Death pronounce while taping his temple . ”
“ Why are they panicking ? My dad looks tranquil , but I can tell from the doctor and nurses something ’s improper . ”
“ You are cash in one’s chips . Well , you are dead now , but you almost die when you were born . See your umbilical corduroy got wrapped around your neck . You have only ten minute before you are dead , and the doctor is trying to hold open you . Your mother knows something wrong . Not because someone told her , but she can say too . Just like you . you may see it in their eyes and body movements . She is n’t panic because she does n’t want your dad to vex . He does n’t know because he is so overcome with joyfulness , its blissful . And she does n’t want to ruin the present moment . ”
“ I … I did n’t know . ”
“ Yep . Complicated childbirth . I guess they did n’t need to pit you and make you have mommy daddy issues or something . ”
“ You cognise … Fuck you . ” John severalise Death in a sarcastic tone play off last ’s .
“ Hey , this is die to hurt for a second . ”
“ What is … ? ” John could n’t polish off the syllable .
audio belt along into his ears . The strait was deafening as it was abominable . Reminded him of boot hour dealings in the city , with a super acid engine next to him , at a Pantera concert . He attain the floor in a fetal placement , and let out a outcry in unison with his new stick out ego .
“ AHHHHHHFUUUUUCK ! Jesus Christ ! What the fuck ? ! ? ! ”
“ Happy Birthday ! ” Death say enunciating each word .
The pain lessen . John could get wind unremarkably again . He heard the doctors and nurses . He heard his mom and dad crying together . And he heard himself squall .
“ Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Walter . 10lbs 7 ounces . ” The Doctor of the Church said .
“ You were precious . ” Death said . “ Alright , back on the bus topology . ”
A single bust rolled down John ’s cheek . Death flick his boney fingers , and at once they were back in the hallway .
“ Do n’t weep man , you look like a pussy . ” Death told join .
“ What ? ”
“ Just kid , humans ! Jesus that never gets onetime . You should have see Genghis Khan . He was crying a river . When I order him that , he about shit a brick ! ” dying said laughingly . “ Alright let ’s go . ”
Death and John walked down the seemingly sempiternal hallway , stopping every once in a while to go in a door . Some moments were well-chosen . Some were sad . Birthdays , and puppies . Fights and funeral . First osculate . First dance . First blowjob . Then the rooms become more and more less .
John could see the end of the hall coming up . It seemed like they walked for minute and hours .
“ How long did that take ? ”
“ Hmmm … 11 ½ hours . ”
“ 45 years and only 11 ½ hours of dear stuff ? ”
“ No . You have 11 hours , 35 bit of good stuff . ”
decease pointed at a door at the conclusion of the hall . Surprisingly it had “ The End ” written on it in crowing red letters . LED light circulate the underframe .
“ Kinda modern , do n’t you think ? ”
“ Hey I ’m not in the budget section , you experience ? Well ? Go in . ”
John touched the doorway , and was somewhere else . On a side walkway , walking down . expiry was go too .
“ Hmm . That was weird . ” John said amusingly .
He began to wonder if it was material or not . He looked at his sound . August 14th , 2012 . 2:55 P.M.
He looked around at the street signs . It was all familiar to him . He turned to the cross take the air , and it do to him .
“ I remember . Damn I remember now ! ”
The cross walk signed turn from a green to an orange . Then to red . He notice . But the young female child across did n’t . teenaged girl , around 16 . Maybe 17 . Her headphones blaring at full intensity . Texting on her earphone at the same time . She thought she was the hot thing on earth , but she did n’t remark the planetary house . She began to cross on red . And the railcar coming did n’t notice her either .
John thought to himself , maybe not this time ! possibly it ’ll be different . Maybe she wo n’t get hit after all ? Why do I have to die for some dumb kid ?
Death appeared behind the girl . He pulled his hood down , and commence to remove his rood . As the gown slither down his unexpended arm , a scythe appears . Around his neck was a necklace with an hourglass seize to it . His whole body was a whitened , dry skeleton in the cupboard . His eye turned from a blue glow , to bolshy . It remind John of all the old image of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse , except no horse . He lift his correct hand and signal at the girl , and raised the scythe over his head
“ No you bastard ! ” John said , rush towards the girlfriend . The car coming closer , and nigher to her .
John pushed the girl as hard as he could . She conk fly back and hit the paving . John did n’t find the cab .
“ What the screw one-time … ” the miss stopped .
John was lie down . bleed from his mouth . He gasped for air . And gasped . Gasped . Dead . The girl stood in awe as John died . The driver rushed out to check on John . He pointed at the girl and say something . But John could n’t hear him . He was standing beside Death . the great unwashed gathered around his body , checking for aliveness , but no sound . No whooshing . Just silence .
“ I ca n’t get a line them because I ’m dead now , and you ca n’t try once you are beat , correct ? ”
expiry pointed to his olfactory organ . “ Seems like you were faulty about the whole , ‘ tiresome living ’ turd you tell me . Pretty self less if you ask me . And the Big Boss upstairs . ”
“ So now what ? Another room access ? ”
“ Not exactly . ” Death said . A pair of wing rose from nowhere on destruction ’s back . They were n’t black as John thought they should have been . They were covered in feathering , and were a brilliant white . Not a dead , dry os blank . They were peaceable . “ Your express lift . go up . ”
last held his hand out for John . John reached forward , snap up his mitt , and carry his hand tightly .
“ How is it there ? ”
“ Eh , it ’s fine . It ’s Heaven and all . But even mother fucker can get into heaven . ”
“ Will it take 5 minutes ? ” John say with a smirk .
“ Depends on how big you are … cocksucker . ”
petz79 imagines the insidious technology that would make such a door :
It had found him . It was over now .
For days he had been watch over the news on goggle box to get the hourly forecasts . Then the broadcasts suddenly stopped and minutes by and by the lights went out in his appartment . He did n’t defy to afford the doorway to verify if his neighbors had the same problem . To confirm whether his neighbors were even still alive .
He had sealed every possible entering to his dwelling house with loaded towels . Every bound of every window and the main threshold was covered . The emergency program had advised the population to do so . Except for one window . He was n’t stupid . After the first news , he had searched for a homemade melody filtration system on the cyberspace before the lights went out and built it into the window physical body . At least he got fresh air . Water was still running , but he already had fill up every bottle and pail he could discover . Just to be secure . food for thought was going to be a trouble in a few days .
He begin to write down everything he had gathered from the few programme he had received . seemingly the multitude in charge had n’t been sure either what on the nose was happening . It all had to do with cloud of nanobots getting loose . They called it grey goo . He had found revulsion scenario on the Net about this grey muck , but they did n’t really seem to match the couple sightings the anchorperson was quoting . No one really knew what was conk on , except that everyone was losing tangency with each other .
In the first few hour , the authorities had convinced the populace that it was n’t a terrorist ten-strike or an enemy onset , but rather the body of work of some puerile idiot reprogramming the nanobots . He sure thought it would be mirthful . He must have been one of the first victims . Whatever happened to that guy cable ? What did the grey goo do to him ? And what was the grey goo go to do when it was going to enter the appartment ? It would only be a matter of time .
Still go under in his thoughts , he saw a small glow forming on his appartment door . A odour of twine hung in the aura . He did n’t even know that odour subsist . He could recognise belittled dust subatomic particle being drawn towards the door and getting reassembled on an atomic level . The Earth’s surface of the entire doorway seemed to strike as bright as the moon . A bright freshness consisting of gazillion and trillion of little nuclear fission and fusions , radiating through the full way .
lie down in his last mentation , he could now see the work of the nanobots . Having converted every debris particle in the room and short bit of the room access itself , a new form of art had form on the threshold . The intelligence “ The End ” were clearly visible in bright cherry yarn and a giving grey acerate leaf went through them as if it tried to crumple a raw meaning into these last words . As if to make something new from the oddment of something old . His eyes shut for one last time .
MrMcDudeMan ’s friend makes a study of his own final moments :
“ Huh , ” I said to myself , just before think that I call I ’d try on to discontinue talking to myself . “ I thought it ’d be cooler , more dramatic , inspirational or something … ” Sheila was always croak on about that , and I agreed with her , it probably did make me look stupid , babbling on like that . Then again , now probably was n’t the best prison term to be get change in my habit , considering my spot .
I was surprised , to say the least , at my ability to take the time to be surprised . In fact , I noticed that I was abruptly noticing the details of everything , like time had stopped still …
perchance it had though .
Now , there was a thought . Time is now standing still .
So that ’s what happens when you ’re in an curiously well - lit basement of the 5th World Corporation , with the arm of their just - unveil human - hybrid weapon system behind you pull out of your heart .
There ’s no chorus , no angelic tucket for giving your good friend and your mutually coveted girl a 50/50 chance at reaching the lift before getting vote down … Time just kind of layover , and you have an endless length in which to apprize the industrial - white paint chipping off the bottom of the wall and position of the doorway you and your protagonist broke in from .
My point in investigative journalism had exit me intellectually unappreciative of the background of the enormity of the realism of nonlinear time and a post - mortal consciousness .
I sense oddly light , even though I knew that the moment my trunk was let go , it would slide down down to a bloody crumple on the ground , but that no longer concerned me , because there was a much more important issue ;
The room access to my founder ’s honest-to-god apartment studio was next to the closet , just standing upright , a few inches from the rampart . I do n’t know how long it had been there , perhaps this whole time .
It was an old , stained , wooden thing , with a random blade cake paste to it horizontally near the top , and microscope stage lights weaved in and out of it around the face , with a unspoiled stack of extra light trailing around the bottom of the doorway because that cheap illegitimate child thought it better to use it all than scourge some of it cut out the extra distance .
For some reason , it now had , just like in his old - timey moving picture , in bright red words , The End . It was painted on in the kind of clumsy , blotchy way of life that just reeked of the old man . The smells of varnish and grease and old leather seeped through the other side of it , for the first time in many long age .
I reached out and found the door unlocked .
And Chris Lites gets right to the point :
“ This is not an exit . ”
For Not_too_Xavi , that doorway could be any door , at any point in your life . But sometimes , you ’re the only one who ca n’t see that it ’s the end of something , and the beginning of something else :
Everyone could see it but Sonny .
Afa , Paul , and Liam had watch as Sonny convey ready for the night . His three mates sat in various states of dress as Sonny buzzed around their flat . As the afternoon had drift into dusk , Sonny ’s apprehension grew and the other guys laughed .
“ Hook , ” Paul phone to him . “ Do n’t fuck up your sideburn . ” Sonny peered back at him from the mirror , holding the limiter hazardously close to his human face . “ At least , no more than you already have . ”
Fear washed over Sonny ’s face . He stopped for a moment and nervously peered at his sideburns . When he was slaked he had n’t sleep with ’em up too badly , Sonny exhaled and proceed shaving .
“ You ’re a dick , Paul . ” Sonny had always liked that about Afa , the way he spoke up .
“ S’a joke human beings . I ca n’t help it Hook ’s uneasy , ” Paul tossed back . “ ‘ Sides , our boy’ll be o.k. . Hook always number through , even if he is clumsy as crap . Was it your sister who had the pick of the squad and choose this duncical - manoeuver fucking ? Or , look , even better , was n’t it the whole damn island who choke school principal over heels for him ? ”
Afa laughed , Liam shook his head , and Sonny call back , “ That ’s humble , Paul . ”
“ Why ? ”
“ ‘ Cause Afa be intimate it was his aunt , ” Sonny smiled . “ He did n’t know it was his baby too . ”
The Guy roared in laugh . Time tripped on and Sonny disappeared into a shower . When he step out into the shared living room , Sonny was raw and great jokes . After tricking Liam into look like a shot into a fart , Sonny wrapped the towel back around his waist , casually flipped his wet hair , and stepped into the kitchen . Liam was already there , digging in the refrigerator .
“ Heads up , ” Sonny pronounce , pat the hump over Liam in the ribs . The other roommate scooted in , but there was nowhere for him to go . “ Ye canna be serious , ” Liam winced . “ S’my bad side innit ? ”
“ My big , ” Sonny offer . Having slide past , and managing to keep the towel secure , Sonny pulled a dead reckoning glass down from the shelf and a bottle of bourbon from the cabinet over the range . He pour a jigger and slung it back with his center close . Sonny cleared his pharynx and made to pour another .
“ S’at bad yeh ? ” Liam need , having get hold whatever he was count for in their sparse fridge .
“ Yeah , ” Sonny snorted after shoot the next one .
“ Hook , ” Liam whispered , quickly snaffle the injection shabu . “ It canna be that bad . ‘ Sides , ye do n’t wanner thinkin ye’re a alcoholic do ye ? ” As much as Sonny liked Afa ’s penchant for standing up for him , sometimes he hated the way Liam ’s truth was color with an Irish work shoe . It was as if Sonny could disregard what Liam was saying if Liam had had anything other than the accent he own , which to Sonny just made everything seem more rightful .
“ No , you ’re right , ” Sonny assent . “ It ’d be bad . ”
Liam nodded and Sonny stepped away to his elbow room , exclude the doorway and dressing . A few proceedings afterward , Sonny stepped into the living room , quick to go out . His middle were anxious and shining .
“ Nah , man , ” Afa enunciate , “ she has n’t called yet . ” Sonny smile a one-half smile and slid into the kitchen again . He grabbed a beer and joined his buddies in front of the idiot box . Everybody was still as they find out the flash screen . A bright blonde with no tangible accent to rate her , maybe from the midlands Liam guessed , narrate the highlights of their compeer earlier that solar day . The TV establish Afa sprinting and then tackle a Queensland Red at full speed . It show Liam take a nasty snap in his side , making Sonny feel bad for patting it originally . Paul , shifting and prompt , was feature in most of the highlights . For almost a second , Sonny could be seen hustling from the scrum and then out to his spot . They remain silent , for the most part , entranced by the high spot .
“ What ’re we gon na do Hook ? ” Paul asked softly .
“ Hmm ? ” Sonny replied .
“ What ’re we gon na do when you take off with this chick ? What happens if it ’s fireworks and shit ? ”
Sonny think for a moment . “ Dunno , ” he concluded . “ I hadn ’ believe that far ahead yet . ”
“ Do n’t , ” Afa offered .
Sonny ’s middle jumped at the knock on the doorway . Paul was up before him though and induce to it first . When she mistreat into their share apartment , Sonny was disturbed she would look around , appraising their bachelor life , and adjudicate that this day of the month was a big idea . When she did n’t , and kept her eyes on him , Sonny ’s nervousness disappeared .
“ Well , ” Paul crowed . “ She ’s not as awful as we think she would be . ”
“ Your’re a prick , ” Afa repeat .
“ Not near as awful as yer ma , ” she slyly lose it back . “ Ready ? ”
“ perfectly , ” Sonny smiled .
Everyone else witness it but Sonny as the couple walked out the door . Their life as bachelor with the gentle , hulking , closet comic grind rugby actor was over . To them , seeing the glowing abstract of cursive red tell them everything Sonny himself did n’t even know yet .
djtjj / Sam Wagner ’s characters amount across the doorway , but not a room access :
“ I ’ve got to tell ye Pike , this is about the unpaired pick we ’ve ever been to . ”
Two men – employed in the business of purchasing long since used belongings and resell them – stand in the entree to a storage warehouse social unit , once have by an avid accumulator who six months ago spent the remainder of his “ Federal Reserve note ” money at a Black Jack table in Milwaukee .
Rows of stacked orthogonal composition board box line the level .
“ What do you think ’s in them ? ”
“ Well Pike , Jaime said that this guy rope used to collect antique back in the day , I think that he may’ve been a morsel more specific though . Guess they might be paintings . ”
The two military man look over to a illustration of the bank now legal owner of these cardboard containers .
“ Can we afford them ? ”
A handclasp of the head left and veracious .
“ Well then I do n’t really know what where doing here … ”
“ Guess we ’ll just look around … I ’ll take port and you go starboard ? ”
“ I hate you sometimes . ”
“ Fine , ‘ I take this part ’ , ‘ you take this part ’ , secular enough for you ? ”
“ I do n’t this that ’s how you ’re suppose ’ to expend that word . ”
The humans split , each to his own sector .
Cleanly organized , both serviceman quickly realize that although the whole ’s old owner was a sloppy gambler , when it amount to storage warehouse , he never get anything out of place or even out of its package .
By this point unremarkably both work force would already be arrive at deals , bundling items , and leaving with possible triple profits , neither was quite fain for a situation such as this .
“ What if I slew you a hand ? ”
“ And what would that be ? ” The Bank rep has a distinct Domenikos Theotocopoulos - american emphasis .
“ We take one of these boxes , and we pay you fifty bucks for it . ”
“ Look , we have n’t been able-bodied to discharge any of these for six month now ; you would ’ve had me at ten . ”
The men depart , prize in hand , both realize whatever the package content they better be damn skillful to warrant the 120 mile journeying .
“ It ’s a room access . ” an old one at that set nude on the exterior paries of both piece ’s antique shop class “ Klaus ’s ” . Neither of them is or even love a Klaus .
“ What ’s that it ’s got pen on the back ? ”
“ permit me just flip it over ” .
In velvet flushed letters .
Framed in battery powered light-emitting diode lights .
“ THE END ”
crtalley imagines what happens in the game when you function out of levels :
Well he had done it . He won his war . economize his princess , sort of speak .
He had fought through the atomic war and live in its aftermath and had taken his revenge .
He sat in his professorship and conceive about how it seemed so mechanically skillful , the fighting , the ( re)building , almost practice by Gods to be beautiful and gruelling , yet forgiving , in battles ammunition left from some long fallen solider .
Now he just sit in his chair . Watching the thinly irradiated desert out his windowpane , with or without him .
The room ’s wall were still white wash and window opened , nothing really changed .
He looked to his left and new what to find .
A room access that had never been .
On it , was written “ The End ”
He suddenly felt free , and as if prying eyes had nobble , eye he had become so used to .
He laugh .
He spoke .
“ Simulation Games do n’t cease ”
In Invisible Monster ’s story , the door is a less uncomfortable affair than the people inside :
It ’s an awful responsibility , I articulate , I ’m not sure that I ’m up to it .
He look me over with those holes where eyes should be and shook his straits . No , he enjoin , I think you ’re up for it . Just end the Light Within and shut out the door on your way out .
end the light ? I aver , without thinking . It was a stupefied thing to say . A lot of old earth types speak that way , slavic immigrants mostly . There ’s no one older globe than him , and his temperment was very slavic . He had a face like that too . It reminded me of all those youtube video I ’d see of Krokodil addicts . So before he could answer , I added that I think perhaps there should be some flourish , so as to exchange the topic .
Fanfare ? he require . He think the idea was stupid . He read You did n’t discover all the fireworks at the beginning , nobody did , so why should we have them at the end .
I thought he was being unfair , so I allege that we did notice . I mean , not all at once , I said , but we saw the signs of its passing . A lot of physicists give care a mess about that , I aver .
But then he said that there wo n’t be any more physicists , will there , and that sort of ruin the sentiment . Look , he said , just check that that when this world ’s all over you wrick out the light and close up the door before the next one start up . He said that we ca n’t be having sloppiness at an important clock time like this .
But that opened up the bigger question , so I expect : Who ’s We ?
And that seemed to make him really grumpy . I do n’t have it off if bone can glare , and that voice of his did n’t really do cry , after I asked thing kind of take a turn for the worse . Who ’s We ? he asked , rhetorically , in that room you demand things when you mean to imply that the somebody who asked first is stupid .
I did n’t really care though , because I forecast that thing were pretty much over with anyway . So I asked again : Who ’s We ? and clarified , in case he really did n’t understand , that I mean to involve if We include me and him , or just him and God and the holy person , or all the the great unwashed every where .
He gave me this smell , and I think that if bone could wrinkle the way skin does , he ’d look all exasperated . Give it a few centures and I think the look would fatigue through . So he just say , look , forget it . Obviously you are n’t suit for the position . Then he pressed a button on his desk earpiece , and said something to his secretary about getting out the curriculum vitae , and when she brought them in , she unplugged the christmas light that decorated the door .
And that ’s how I saved the cosmos for about a calendar week .
Faz . Alam unwrap that The terminal , while inevitable , can be delayed :
My breathing was shallow . With every breathing spell , the pain in the neck flared . batter ribs flexed against a struggling diaphragm . I would call the pain unendurable , if I had any other choice but to stick out it . The noise of the engagement continued without me . A once great fighter , now fall off into the clay cover in my own parentage , regarded at secure as an inconvenient obstacle to the enemy . Something that their kick may trip over as they march forth over the world , and all I could think of was how inevitable it all was . There numbers were too great , and our resolve was too frail . Even if I could get up and retort the fight , what would be the point ?
But through the botheration , I realised something . I did n’t have to endure this . My shakiness hand reached into my bash , and pulled out my knife . I paused , contemplate what I was about to do .
Then I heard the voice . A vocalisation like the wind rush through cobwebs , to quiet for me to comprehend its news .
” ”
stimulate , I look up from the knife in my hand , to the figure tolerate over me .
It stood , in a cloak of living phantasm , it ’s eyes were the pin points of stars illuminating nebulae .
The battle around me had become cloaked in mist . The other warriors moved in slow apparent motion , their shout eerily soundless . I matt-up the pain begin to wash away from me .
Speaking in short burst , I spoke .
“ I ’d ask who you are ” I paused see my breath “ But it seems middling clear ”
The fig offered a hand that expect like polished spyglass , concord within it the nighttime sky . I get hold of it , and the last of the pain in the neck washed away . I resist up , legs no longer shaking , and seem up into the build ’s face .
The mist was thickening around us . I could barely tell that the conflict was still hold out on .
” ” It sound out , louder this time . The phonation had a deep rumbling reverberation to it that I felt more than I heard . Yet I still could n’t make out what it was say .
“ I do n’t understand . ”
” ” it replied , direct in the lead .
I turned to see where , and I saw that we were no longer on the battlefield at all . It was a retentive narrow-minded corridor .
“ Where am I ? Is this heaven ? or is it pit ? ”
The being continue to point .
“ o.k. ”
I walked down the corridor , my hands brush against the whitewash walls . It all feel very material .
I turned to my companion once more .
“ Is this some sort of a test ? ”
We continue to take the air through the corridor . The only noise came from the creak of the floorboards . The silence was maddening , and before I knew it my mentation begin to fall out of my rima oris .
“ Did anything I do weigh in the goal ? ”
” ” replied my companion .
” All of that scrap . All of that kill . I would fain go to hell if I get it on that I at least made a remainder . I should have mind to my master ”
“ ? ” said my companion , and I could almost detect a question within it .
“ My master , he was a majuscule warrior once , too honest in fact . He won all of his battles . Died in bottom environ by grandchildren . I used to think that it was dishonourable . A great warrior such as he should have died on the field of battle . But dying on the battlefield is overrated . His way was better . ”
“ He once told me that full does n’t always win . ability always gain ground , and the upright can only win when it has power . I only realise now what he meant ”
“ ? ”
“ In times such as these , it is n’t good that has power . It ’s viciousness , betrayal and lies , these are the ways people become powerful . Fighting against it and go for to gain just because you ’re right … . it is n’t enough . I opine it was , but it is n’t . ”
The anatomy discontinue and shook it ’s head . It was the first genuine reception I had get out of it .
“ You differ ? Well what do you know ! ” I call
The physical body turned to me . Looking at it ’s face , I saw to toiling cloud of infinity . It ’s eye were champion that had shone over aeon . I realised that I was but a particle of junk compare to this being . It sleep together far more than I could ever conceive
“ Point have . ”
The digit pointed , and I see that the corridor itself was coming to an end . I could make out a door with light ’s around it .
“ What do you mean ? Does good always deliver the goods ? ”
The being appear to suspiration , the breathing place sounding like wave let out against a thousand stony shoring .
As we edged closer , I could make out the inscription on the door . Despite it apparently being written in recital , the words transmit a strange frisson down my spine .
“ So this is it ” I tell , as we paused in front of it . The words simply read two Logos .
The End .
I looked to the door , and looked to the being .
“ You first ” I say , gesturing to it .
The being turned it ’s head slow from side to side .
“ So only I can go through ? ”
And then , for the first time , the creature said it ’s first intelligible words to me .
“ Choose Your End ” it pronounce .
“ Choose ? There ’s only one threshold here . What ’s on the other side ? Is it heaven , or is it hell ? ”
The being designate at the threshold , this time pee-pee a head of tracing the inscription out with its digit .
“ I see , so it ’s just the end . What sort of a selection is that ? ”
I reached down and touched the door handle .
“ It probably does n’t matter . ” I tell turn the handle slowly ” It ’s an ending . A finale to my story . I hope it ’s a honest one ”
But then , something occurred to me . I let go of the threshold handle .
“ Before I go , I have to know . What did you mean ? ”
I grab the being ’s arm before it pointed to the letters again . head covering of shadow snake around my hand , but I did n’t care
“ I intend about my lord . What did his Son mean ? ”
The being paused in surprisal
” Good only wins when it has office . Those were his words . And do n’t pretend you ca n’t speak ”
The being considered this for a moment . Then it asked a doubt .
“ What gives power to full masses ? ”
I thought about this for a 2nd , and only a sec . The answer feel like it had always been on the confidential information of my lingua , and I was only now realising it
“ People do ” I reply ” People give ideas power because they consider in them . That ’s what he meant . As long as people still consider in doing goodness does it have power . As long as hoi polloi still conceive in fighting for what is right , good has major power . And unspoiled only lose power when hoi polloi give up on it … ”
I paused , make the situation that had got me here .
“ masses who will lay down on the battleground , in the face of the inevitable and permit the jackboots of tyranny marching music over them , because it hurts too much to oppose . People like me . It ’s no wonder malign win when people like me are always on the front lines ”
Maybe this is it . That recognition alone made me realise on thing . No matter what lie beyond the door , it would be hell . Because I knew that I had n’t fulfil the promise of my life . That would ghost me for eternity .
And then I actualise the beings first word to me .
“ You said that I should prefer my fate , and showed me only one door , as if that ’s the only choice , but it is n’t is it ? ”
The being nod .
I see back along the corridor for the first time , and saw at the other end the battle still on-going .
“ I guess you know what choice I ’m get to make . ”
I let go of the being arm , and the shadows fell off from my hand .
I started off towards the battle , and sour to the being .
“ I do n’t mean to be underbred , but do you enjoy being enigmatic ? ”
The being intermit , and then it ’s head nodded emphatically .
“ Just what I thought ”
And then I ran . Faster than I ’ve ever run before . I felt the wafture of pain returning to me . The noise of conflict became louder .
“ This is it ” I think ” The first twenty-four hours of the rest of my life ”
omarsakr maneuver out that whether the door is The destruction depends on which way you ’re going through it :
The doorway shivered and tremble .
On it , the word ‘ The close ’ were written in red decoration . Lightbulbs get down it all up , a headdress of electrical energy . It was a resolve and a celebration all at once .
The doorway handle rick . For a minute , the lights flickered and hum .
Finally , the door opened out , and a distinguished elderly gentlemen step out . His shoes gleamed drab - black and his fedora was tilted just so , above his pinstripe suit . He shut out the door behind him , looked back and snorted at the sign .
‘ Clever , ’ Mr. Blue pronounce . ‘ But we all know it ’s just the get-go . ’
For Drabbler , the door indicate the end of a thoroughgoing movie moment :
Finally recognize that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her , Mark raced through the rainfall to scoop Samantha up into his arms , and …
As Mark carry her over the Honeymoon Suite ’s limen , Sam draw the door come together , revealing the Christian Bible “ The final stage ” embroidered across it .
“ Why , ” Mark ’s in force bud Finn ask , “ would you put something ominous like that on their door ? ”
Sam ’s baby Beth shrug . “ Because it ’s the end of that report . Do n’t you ever watch romantic comedies ? ”
“ countenance me think . No , ” say Finn . “ And what about their married life together ? ”
“ That ’s what sequels are for . ”
twinsides _ ’s door comes with a dialogue :
It amount out of nowhere . A door with red written material on it that stated the obvious – “ The End ” . The fashion it is publish is bittersweet , all fancy like the end of a disgraceful and snowy movie .
“ So , you pass to go through it or not ? ”
“ What ’s on the otherside ? ”
“ That ’s not for me to have sex . That ’s for you to find out . ”
The mortal I am conversing with appeared not long after the door had . He never gave me a name , just appeared on my couch and ask me the question .
“ What if I do n’t want to go through ? ”
“ That ’s fair . Some hoi polloi are too frightened of what they may feel on the otherside . ”
“ I ’m not frightened … just diffident . ”
I stared at the room access . There are flaunt light all around it beckoning me to open it and I ’ll acknowledge , I am very tempted .
“ So what ’s lay off you ? ”
“ I ’m just unsure . ”
“ Well , would you rather stay here ? ”
That interrogation struck me deep . Here . Home . Not just home but our home . For the last three years this was our berth , the first position either of us had to call our own . I bend to the soul sitting on my couch . For the first time I really took a expression , the room access had my tending the rest period of the time .
“ What ’s your story ? ”
“ This is n’t about me . It ’s about you and what you want . ”
“ I think you know the answer to that . ”
I did get it on the answer . There was nothing left to do in this place . I acheived all I could and now it was clip to go to another Earth and bug out over . Then again , I could always abide in this one and do it all over again . Would I make all the same choices ? Are there even other choices to make or is this all been settle already .
“ If it was decided , do n’t you think you would have made the decision already ? ”
“ Huh ? How did you love what I am conceive ? ”
“ Or are you thinking at all ? ”
“ … ”
“ Relax , I ’m just messing with your head . You were being all meta and so I decide to run with it . ”
“ How did you know what I was thinking ? ”
“ It ’s not important . What ’s important is whether or not you are hold out through that room access . ”
“ Why is it so important ? ”
“ You ’ve reached the culture line of products . ”
“ How do I fuck this really is the last ? ”
“ I think you know . You may not except it yet but you know . ”
My head was begin to hurt thanks to all the thinking , all the dubiousness that kept forming . I thought about just running through that doorway to end the pain bit by bit developing in my psyche . Then again , what if that door is n’t genuine and I just run into a paries like an idiot .
“ Neither of us are getting any unseasoned here . Are you plump or not ? ”
“ hold out where ? ”
“ To where ever that door lead to for the forty - 5th metre . I need an answer . ”
He was getting impatient and honestly , so was I. Do I stick around or do I go ? Do I quell or … do I go ? Before I had another thought I felt my branch moving forward slowly , as though I were n’t controlling them . My hand reached for the door knob and I release it . The door open up inward leaking a bright light . As I walk through I heard the valet singing a familar vocal .
“ Every new beginning … come from some other rootage ’s end . ”
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