Young Writers Society

red rug.

i was given a big house, a big house with many trapped doors. many trapped doors were i could hide what i held precious. what i held precious was somehow stuck in my mind. i couldn't find a proper place to put what i wanted most hidden.

i indeed decided that the only way to solve this problem was to find, exactly, what i held most precious. i paced up and down the halls of my great mansion, paced and paced, and paced. never raising my head, never looking at anything but the beautifully decorated red rug.

as i paced all the way down the hall into the next wing i found that my feet had worn down into nubs. and i was now walking on my knees. feeling confused and yet oddly amused, i continued my walk. i then reached a large window that i didn't know the presents of. saying that i had never once been in this house, that made perfect since.

i looked out the window to see if i could catch a glimpse of a wonderful forest or a great shrubbery made maze. to my discomfort i only saw dark green water that slapped against my houses foundation. green water filled with tones and tones of rotting bodies. i was at first thinking of turning away and simply walking back, then i took a second look.

there, in the water against my house i recognized a familiar face. it was the face of my mother. and beside her, the face of my beloved lady. and beside her my honorable father, and our once trusty dog. beside him floated my loyal best friend, and his lady lover as well. it didn't take long for me to notice that i knew every body moving with the waves closer to my home.

and as i started to open my eyes a little; and feel tears climb there way into my eyes, i noticed. i noticed that i had walked through a trapped door. my shins along with my feet were merely a thing of the past. so was my waist and torso. one last glance at the dark murky water. one more familiar face, one more person i should have loved more, one more person i should have listened to. me. i cried out in forgiveness and absolute sadness as slowly the rest of my body drained through the beautiful red rug. i cried out and wept tears the size of small fruits.

and as my neck started to thin and seep, i smiled. why? because i had finally found a trapped door in this godforsaken house in which i could hide my most prized possession. myself and all my thoughts. for in my head everything's perfect. had i only realized that before i turned into a floating corpse in the endless sea of nothingness. and maybe i should have stopped thinking and actually acted.