The Stairs

The Stairs

A Story by Jacob
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Judgement day.

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                     Yesterday was a dream. I lay stretched on the stairs. The stairs were made of crystal and each step, just 2 inches wide. My hands were touching the top door and my feet, the door at the bottom. I could not breathe yet I felt alive. I was hungry but I felt content.
                    The doors opened; at the door at the top of the staircase stood a black-bodied, red-eyed, double-headed man and at the bottom - a white-bodied, blue-eyed, headless man. I felt my brain was about to explode and so I tried to stand up, but couldn’t. I slipped and fell yet felt nothing.
I knew I was on my way to hell. I looked closely one last time at both the men, deciding on which door to choose.

A voice boomed from nowhere
                    “Both of them are my angels. You see them in different shapes.
                    All on earth are my children. You see them in different colours.
                    You are numb but you still feel fear.
                    Those eyes of yours will keep you forever in fear.”

The doors closed.
I realized my mistake and pleaded for forgiveness.
 

© 2008 Jacob


Author's Note

Jacob
this is short because i was given this topic & the word-limit (200)

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I really like this piece, although it is admittedly too short. I am confused by what you are trying to say through the writing, but that isn't necessarily a bad thing. Very awesome piece, and the topic is really well-lined with the contest, 'alternate dimensions', at least I think so. xD

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is absolutely great. It's thought-provoking. I like it.

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