The ceiling is on the floor.
No, the ceiling is the floor: a slurry of coffee trickles through the sharp corners, unsure of its destination, contouring to every forceful demand of the world.
Another clack on the keyboard, and flowers spurt from the walls in waves of hushed violet and dancing blues. A computer dare not impede their light. The alarm clock time is blinded by their youth, their promise, their beckon to the dusty soccer ball whimpering in the closet, faded water googles hung over a trophy. But Frank must go on.
Huffing construction workers intertwine their hanging platforms about his deskchair. Building him up. Then down. Then complaining as the rain pours unto them, wondering when they will catch a break from keeping him afloat and sliding his chair back into place every time it sinks. With every tick closer to the deadline. Thunder strikes beneath the stressed heel of the wheels.
Exit. Delete. Rewrite. Excess. Decrease. Ignite. The juxtaposition of failure and success, awake and asleep, drives the clerical assistant to near-madness - into the realm of thinking, a cursed state while a spreadsheet looms. Exposed to the haunts of his own evidence, Frank crashes back into his seat, and tries to lose himself in the past for a brief moment.
"Where have I gone?" Joyously chatting with friends, cheering for games, outlines of a past inches and years away. Replaced by the green glare of excel.
Travelling back to a far future, a radioactive-laser beams from its raging X, leaving a skeleton behind to wither with its ruins of childhood. Beyond a budget or business or handyman to repair with statistical magic, yet here he spends his spells, tossing his precious little sand away.
A candy wrapper lilts to the floor. It flashes into joyful neon of his favorite sour candy - no, a painkiller for his migraine.
A strange noise emits from the beast locked outside his prison. It boils in his throat, thick.
"What have I become?" Frank whispers.
The following challenges were completed during the writing exercise:
Begin Start typing to begin
Letter Use the letter U
Event Your character hasn't slept in days
Words Reach 50 words
Words Reach 100 words
Event It pours
Prop Include a soccer ball
Character A passive building labourer
Prop Include a pair of water goggles
Character A thinking clerical assistant
Words Reach 200 words
Letter Use the letter I
Letter Use the letter X
Character An independent handyman
Event Your character travels into the future
Words Reach 300 words
Letter Use the letter A
Prop Include a candy wrapper
Event There's a strange noise
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