Note: I wrote this in about 10 mins, so please realize this is NOT my best work.
other than that, thanks!
A steady clinking reverberated down the long, empty, bone white hallway. On the side of the hallway, were many metal doors with rivets protruding like spikes trying to snag another victim. The steady rythem of the clinking continued for another minute or so untill it stopped suddenly. Inside a room behind one of the doors, nearly halfway down the long, empty hall; a head raised.
The room was also long, thin, and bone white; but lacked the emptyness of the long, empty, bonewhite hallways in which it was connected through the large metal door with rivets poking out. In side the long, thin, bonewhite room; a man dressed in long, clean, bonewhite jumpsuit sat down at a long, almost empty, bonewhite table in a thin, not so empty, bonewhite chair.
The man continued his clinking of his pen he held in his long, not so quite empty, bonewhite hand. His hair was long, and bonewhite, but was full as a eight-year-olds.
The clinking continued for some time untill, all at once, the man slouched down in his thin, not so empty, bonewhite chair; and dropped the long, empty, bonewhite pen. His head, so long, empty and bonewhite; hit the table with a long, empty, and chillingly bonewhite thud.
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The man sat like that for quite a long time, untill he raised his head again.
He blinked away the crust that had been growing profusely in his eyes. He looked around, he didn't know why. Nothing ever chaned whenever he did. But something had changed. He sat up, wondering what it could be. His dark, bloodstained eyes wandered the room. He stood when he saw it. The latch, the latch had been raised. The metal door was open!
He ran to the door, and cast it aside. He stuck his head out into the long, bonewhite hallway. It was empty, he ran down it, not looking back. He saw another metal door at the end of the hallway, it was opening. He reached it and flung it as hard as he could, it swang back and clanged agains't the bonewhite marble of the building. He looked over the rich country side before him.
He was free! He began to run. He ran and ran, running into the forest, past the dark oak trees, and sappy pines. He ran and ran. He kept running untill he burst from the forest.
A bonewhite marble building loomed infront of him, threatening to swallow him back. He turned, trying to escape, but it seemed to suck him in.
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Beep Beep
A buzzer sounded, a door opened. The man looked up, the metal door opened again. A dark figure reached in, and set something down, then backed up and shut the door.
The man recounded what had just happened, he had been searching for so long, a topic. He had finally found it. He haunched over his long, empty, bonewhite paper. He began scribbling with his long, empty, bonewhite pen. No ink bubbled from the pen, no ink bled ono the paper. But he didn't know that.
The dark figure continued walking down the long hallway, he turned a corner.
On his black security uniform, read: St. Rose Asylum
) It was very interesting. Like a Dream becoming Reality? Hahaha. I'm getting ahead of myself, aren't I?
