Marissa Randall
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FTS
Flashing red lights fill the metallic room. Click. “Shit! They got the newest locks.” shouted the masked figure. He began kicking the door and looking for “it”. Time was running out and he just kept kicking the shiny walls. Crash! He found the circuit board to release the locks, and knowing the Fathers were on their way, he started rewiring. Knock-Knock.
By Marissa Randall3 years ago in Futurism
A Ribbon of Time
Think of the timeline like a piece of ribbon. Like the one a little girl ties into her braids in August, or maybe the large bow that keeps the Christmas present together. It’s flexible, it can twist and fold, but it still keeps a distinct shape. One twist and maybe someone likes tea more than coffee, fold the ribbon and then a war ended three months after it did originally, pull a thread and someone never even existed. Nevertheless time moves on, unforgiving yet dependable. But cut the ribbon, and everything changes. The future is no longer supported, everything after the cut is lost, crumbled, erased. Hopefully the ribbon can reweave itself, but still the injury never heals right; a scar, an ache that lingers, it just doesn’t work the same anymore. But then again, maybe that was the plan all along.
By Marissa Randall3 years ago in Horror