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Miranda Ward Mez dreams

by Anonymous | Score: 6250

Miranda hasn't slept in days. It's all she can do to keep the robot from speaking to her in her sleep. The thing whispers, grovels. It wants and it wants and what does it want? She doesn't know, can't know
,
shouldn't know. Something is crawling in her head. A
 buzzing,
like the little legs of a fly. It flickers between her ears and crawls down the back of her throat, over her teeth, like a passive dentist, taking stock and leaving every time she tries to focus on it. There is nothing left behind, even when she starts t
o
see
it
in her dreams. It says so much and never says anything. Often times it stands at the food of her bed and watches over her, like sometwisted metal amalgum guardian angel.
Guarding her from what? It won't tell. It never tells. Just talks. Talks and talks and talks. Voice alternating from gravely and deep to small and wishbone light, crackling under the slightest pressure. The AC could blow away its voice. If it knew the thing existed. If it could detect it.
No one else sees the ro
bot
in
their sleep. No one else says a
thing
about
it. Miranda doesn't say anything about it either. She keeps her mouth shut and goes about her work, even when the nightmares wake her up with a jarring start every morning and she feels terrible and nothing feels real anymore. Business consultants come from ESEF, wondering, asking questions. They are uncertain of the nature of Miranda and the teams work and they are authorized never to ask. It makes it easier to lie to them that everything is fine. About everything, actually. Miranda lies about their stock, on accident, blinded by fatigue and exhaustion. She hears the th
ing
whispering to her through the walls. It wants her back. It wants her to listen to its terrible, vivid song. It sounds like the plucking of pianto keys. Soft as ivory and solid obsidian. It is sweet except when it is not. Then Mrianda wishes she could leave
.
Escape.

The on-site therapist asks her questions. Probes about why she looks so bad and why she's stopped talking to the others. At one point, Miranda confided in Hank about the nightmares. The shrink brings that up.
No talking to Hank anymore, then. Traitor.
Miranda sts in the small room, across from the shrink, watching the little bobblehead on her keychain dangle and shift every time she moves. Focusing on that fels more real than answering teh incessant questions.

The robot says sometthing intelligleable. Miranda tries to listen.
Death. Something about a death. Something about a death that has not ended.
"Miss Ward?"
Miranda glances up, meets the eyes of the therapist like two trains hitting each other at top speed. The noise is deafening. The noise is frusturation and noise and horns.
Avgenge. Me.
Croaks the robot.
Miranda can't hear of the frenetic ringing in her ears. The terrible, fluffy sound of nails scraping against her skull. In her teeth. In her jaw. She focuses. focuses. Can't focus. She's slipping. The therapist asks her something. She slips out of her chair and onto the floor, barely feeling it when she hits the

Completed challenges

The following challenges were completed during the writing exercise:

Begin Start typing to begin
Letter Use the letter O
Words Reach 50 words
Character A passive dentist
Words Reach 100 words
Event Your character hasn't slept in days
Prop Include a wishbone
Letter Use the letter R
Words Reach 200 words
Event Your character wakes up with a start
Character An uncertain business consultant
Words Reach 300 words
Event Your character goes blind
Letter Use the letter V
Prop Include a piano
Words Reach 400 words
Character A reserved occupational therapist
Prop Include a key chain
Words Reach 500 words
Letter Use the letter F

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