The WHITE Room (676 hits)
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Rating: 0.87 on 31 reviews (Rate this item) (V)
Submitted by SICOSEMEN (View user info) at 2006-07-18 11:31:23 EDT
Monday July 17, 2006
10:37 AM
4212 Apex Rd.
3 knocks, no answer, moving along.
Monday July 17, 2006
10:39 AM
4214 Apex Rd.
2 knocks, young Caucasian male, approximately 8 years old, parents at work, not able to talk at this moment, moving along.
Monday July 17, 2006
10:42 AM
4216 Apex Rd.
3 knocks, no answer, moving along.
Monday July 17, 2006
10:43 AM
4218 Apex Rd.
1 knock, told to hold, another knock, door answered, middle age man of Mid-Eastern descent, not interested, moving along.
Monday July 17, 2006
10:46 AM
4220 Apex Rd.
2 knocks, young man, approximately 25 answered the door wearing shorts, heavily tattooed, and told him my purpose...
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I woke up in a room, a white room with white walls, where there were raised areas where pictures should have been and they too were white and recessed areas where windows should have been, white as well. I was sitting in a white chair and I had to blink for several minutes before my eyes could adjust to glaring white that wasn't blinding, just hard to get used to after waking up.
I noticed that I was in a line against the wall interspersed with four other individuals at a mechanic proportion. I knew that our chairs were equidistant apart down to the one millionth decimal place if not better. I did not talk, but heard in my head everyone's introduction.
"Hey, I'm Janis."
I didn't move my mouth to reply, but through a highly specialized ESP-like method, I replied, "Pleased to meet you Janis, I'm Sico."
"Brett here, my pleasure Sico."
"I'm Diane."
"And I'm Eric."
I simpered at my new found ability to communicate without words and that these people were able to reciprocate the same notion. Janis was a young black lady, who appeared to be about 26. Brett was older, perhaps in his mid 50's, Diane I guessed at 30ish and Eric was young, maybe 12.
They were looking at me, what I thought was me, but they had kept and intent stare almost through me. I saw the white door now that they were all so intently gazing upon and turned my attention to the door that held everyone's attention. I waited for 15 minutes for someone to come through the door as I assumed that everyone else was. I rose from my chair and the others effervesced as I took a leisure walk, or leg stretch, around the room.
I ran my hands around the contours and noticed everyone's intent gaze fastened to the door with the same look of stupor they had when I first met them.
"What's with the door?"
"We can't open it." They answered in a bone chilling unison that made me want to pick the chair up and interfere with the eerie feeling that I couldn't shake.
"Others have been here and they too haven't been able to open it." Diane said this in a more monotone and flat voice than I had remembered her greeting.
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...my thoughts, invited inside but not to sit down, one tattoo of a Buddhist disciple, talked briefly with gentleman regarding his thoughts, agreed in a supreme being, although different spirituality...
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"Well, I'll give it a shot." I walked to the white door, with a white knob, with white trim, white seal, white jamb, white primer and white paint, white hinges and began to turn the knob. I could hear the others rustling in there chairs at this new, exciting development. I, too, was growing in angst because of hype they had played on the door. I twisted the knob further and I heard a faint gasp coming out of all them, growing louder and more monotonous.
I pulled the door slightly ajar and the most devastatingly white light blinded me awestruck while I continued to pull on the door. I was shocked, at bliss, without any qualm or quaff, and I started peering directly in the light that would burn the eye off anyone else who was able to see what I saw. The white room had taken on a clear form in the presence of the light.
My hand started to tremble, my breathing became labored, my arm hair stuck straight out, my eyes were the size of my whole face, the blood in my veins began a seismic convulsing and relaxed the grip on the handle. I swung the door shut.
They never left their chairs but now they stood, mouths agape, speechless, stammering, trying to collect even a smidgen of thought at the feat I had just accomplished.
"Bu—but- but-tut-tut- but bu- but no one's been able to do th- tha---tha-that."
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...engaged in conversation, offered literature, not interested, moving along.
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Monday July 17, 2006
11:07 AM
4222 Apex Rd.
3 knocks, no answer, moving along.
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I've broken the propensity that the others have begun to build upon and now I was back in my seat sitting in there presence. I felt quite a bit different after my exhilarating turn at the door. They now focused on me instead of the door and it felt good to be part of something so esteemed in others that for the first time as long as I can remember, I felt wanted. This never happened for me.
"Do it again."
I hopped up and went over to the door and began turning the handle, this time it was a bit harder to turn and as I got it to its proper revolution I began pulling at the door; at first with ease and after a minute or two, with such indignation and might that I may have given myself a hernia.
I put a foot up on the jamb and trim and began two-hand pulling the door using a vertical squat thrust motion and the door still wouldn't budge. Try as I might, the door was not going to open.
I found what I was looking for when I opened it the first time.
User Reviews
Submitted by Wompom (user info) at 2007-11-12 12:46:29 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
This makes no sense to me. But it was an interesting read, nonetheless.
Submitted by frankthebear (user info) at 2006-10-05 15:49:39 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
No Comment
Submitted by Stagger_Lee (user info) at 2006-07-18 21:58:20 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Despite my disagreement with the core principle, this was really good and I quite enjoyed it. If you can do posts like this, why the fuck haven't you been? You keep this up and I'll check your posts far more regularly, and I know that's all you really want, isn't it?
Submitted by dr_weazel (user info) at 2006-07-18 18:53:48 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
This was crap.
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2006-07-18 16:57:03 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
reminds me of the movie 'Cube'
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2006-07-18 16:53:46 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
GODDAMMIT. I should read the reviews...How many times am I gonna do this...
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2006-07-18 16:53:20 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
with black curtains, near the station ...
Submitted by sicosemen (user info) at 2006-07-18 16:35:38 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
So who's alter are you crystal ship. You are too fucking afraid to post on your own? Is that it? You fucking worthless sack of shit.
Submitted by TheCrystalShip (user info) at 2006-07-18 16:23:02 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
"I knew that our chairs were equidistant apart down to the one millionth decimal place if not better."
One millionth decimal of what measurement? Light-years? Inches? This gets a -2 from me.
Submitted by sicosemen (user info) at 2006-07-18 14:27:18 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
The picture turned out too fucking small, even still I thought I'd get a filename response. Meh.
Submitted by livEvil (user info) at 2006-07-18 14:21:35 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
ok, gotcha. i understand that now. thank you. what threw me off at first was the sentence about the 25 yr old tattoed man that opened the door. i read it fast and thought you said 25 ppl opened the door. i thought that would have some kind of significance later on and i was looking for it instead of letting the story tell itself. i'm also not religious at all so that probably has something to do with my misunderstanding.
thanks though.
Submitted by sicosemen (user info) at 2006-07-18 13:52:03 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Submitted by livEvil (user info) at 2006-07-18 12:53:33 (#)
Ranking: 1
i thoroughly enjoyed it but i was expecting something deeper. maybe i just didn't understand it. could you tell me if there's something you think i might have missed?
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This is based on faith. In the story I profess that I believe in a higher being but I don't know who it is. When I open the door I become a full fledged believer and therefore I am no longer able to open the door. I don't want to tell anymore because I believe it will take away from the story and it should be the readers job to decipher what was meant.
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Submitted by exposed (user info) at 2006-07-18 12:47:31 (#)
Ranking: 2
Good stuff. Is this what Chris' movie is going to be like?
Edub, the script he sent me was a while ago and they decided to not go with it. The original script was more deliberate and evident whereas I left it open for interpretation. Also, the script had a crappy plot with a car accident or some shit, I don't remember.
Submitted by sicosemen (user info) at 2006-07-18 13:32:38 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Fuck you Blitz Bob.
Submitted by BLITZKREIG_BOB (user info) at 2006-07-18 13:19:19 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Good job.
Where did you steal it from?
Submitted by scourge (user info) at 2006-07-18 13:15:40 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
You're getting better, dipshit. Still some word choices that make me shake my fucking head, but...getting better.
I like to think my gentle coaxing has been helpful.
Submitted by GetNakeddd (user info) at 2006-07-18 13:10:08 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Great story
However, I wouldn't talk shit on someone's posts if I had a face and a penis that looked like yours
Talk about God playing practical jokes
Douche
Submitted by livEvil (user info) at 2006-07-18 12:53:33 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
i thoroughly enjoyed it but i was expecting something deeper. maybe i just didn't understand it. could you tell me if there's something you think i might have missed?
Submitted by Susie_Derkins (user info) at 2006-07-18 12:47:49 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Really cool.
Submitted by exposed (user info) at 2006-07-18 12:47:31 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Good stuff. Is this what Chris' movie is going to be like?
Submitted by sicosemen (user info) at 2006-07-18 12:31:47 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
What's JW? Jehova's Witness, I fucking hate them, but one of them stopped by the house yesterday and reminded me of this idea I had. I know I wrote about them twice, but they are an easy target. What can I say?
Submitted by inion_de_trua (user info) at 2006-07-18 12:29:24 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
are you jw?
Submitted by sicosemen (user info) at 2006-07-18 12:28:39 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Because I just +2ed myself. Fuck.
Submitted by sicosemen (user info) at 2006-07-18 12:28:16 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
BTW, I was the intended actor for the SP before you guys get huffy puffy. We went with a different SP utilizing a different plot involving a hospital and a child hood psychological trigger. I don't want to hear anyone tell me that I'm a plagiarist.
Submitted by sicosemen (user info) at 2006-07-18 12:21:24 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Be patient, I'll give you guys something to hate me for sooner or later.
I had this idea for a while. I read a screenplay that my old roommate wrote or his buddy wrote and gave me an idea to write this. The screenplay wasn't all that good, but I gave this story a whole new perspective that I think really gave it closure and still let the reader gather his own idea. I don't know if what I said came out right, but I would like to fill the seat of my pants with argon, put a flint in anus hair and try to fart a spark.
Submitted by SilvrWolf (user info) at 2006-07-18 12:11:44 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
What's with this quality shit?
Where are the PS comps? the porn? the tiny tallywhacker plugging some pitiful skank's poon?
I don't have the words to describe how disappointed I am in you.
Nice work.
Submitted by w_t_a_y_s_t_r_m (user info) at 2006-07-18 11:51:14 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Pretty cool
Submitted by DrogoRoch (user info) at 2006-07-18 11:47:10 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I liked it.
Submitted by BobLobla (user info) at 2006-07-18 11:42:16 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
In the white room with black curtains near the station.
Blackroof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings.
Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes.
Dawnlight smiles on you leaving, my contentment.
Ill wait in this place where the sun never shines;
Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves.
You said no strings could secure you at the station.
Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows.
I walked into such a sad time at the station.
As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning.
Ill wait in the queue when the trains come back;
Lie with you where the shadows run from themselves.
At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd.
Consolation for the old wound now forgotten.
Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes.
Shes just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings.
Ill sleep in this place with the lonely crowd;
Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves.
Submitted by Merlina (user info) at 2006-07-18 11:41:15 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
splendid
Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2006-07-18 11:39:34 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I don't understand but then you are very small. Perhaps you're right.
Submitted by DCWoody (user info) at 2006-07-18 11:37:52 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Ine=tersting