Random page thesaurus prompt: Overshadow

This is a story about a world of trailers and the creatures that dwell there

and the day that this world was discovered was also my last day on earth.

This particular day started as many others do, with a chime, then a bell, then a screech, followed finally by another chime. I’d love to paint you an exquisite scene as to how those particular sounds came to follow each other (a tale of a local bird, that every day flys into the wind chimes, which triggers some haphazard set of events that makes the church bell go off) but unfortunately that is just how my phone alarms work. Being of an anxious type, I set as many alarms as possible, and knowing I will inevitable snooze at least 3 of them, I set them to go off all at once. Does this work? No, but a man can try.

Oh and I had best set up the scene (this helps to humanize the character -me- and provides a core point to begin the narrative). I also suppose being a story about me I’d best switch to second person point of view. There is a tall skinny fellow lying in bed (not great looking, but not bad either), apparel consisting of grey underwear and a transformers shirt (decepticons are the best), the bed itself is of no importance, and the single room studio apartment it is houses in is of the messy variety. Papers and half consumed ramen noodle cups litter the various desk spaces, the dishes in the sink balanced in such a way that, were he alive, would make Issac Newton question his discoveries, and the carpet was lost underneath a sea of shirts, pants, and magazines. This was the home of a practicing scholar (mostly called a student) but this student was of the especially messy type, he was studying philosophy.

On this particular day he was in fact late. The alarms while effective were set a good sixty minutes too late, and upon realizing this predicament the man… (oh my name is Greg) Greg rushed around aimlessly looking for a shirt and pants which fits the niche of his look, one that isn’t too stained and particularly doesn’t smell like socks, upon finding a shirt and some jeans that suits this need Greg switched out of his bed clothes and into his student clothes.

Greg, now fully dressed, rushed out the door,his lecture due to commence in ten minutes and the university being fifteen minutes away. A few neighbors watching with grim satisfaction as Greg ran down the sidewalk (clearly this event has occurred before).

This is about the time that the day began to be unlike other.

As Greg was running past his local bakery, there was a couple of strange occurrences happening around him. The shopkeeper was picking up the same bagel and dropping it over and over. There was a dog, that was just running around the same tree, and ignoring its owners attempts to prevent this action. One particular cloud in the sky was stationary, while other clouds moved past it at someone breakneck speeds.

Of course, Greg’s conscious mind was mostly unaware of these events, being so focused on maintaining his breathing and pace to traverse the distance to the university.

<To be continued>

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