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Tales of Inanimate Objects - 1. Chapter 1
Claustrophobic darkness. Despite that, everything was snug. The tight confines almost felt comfortable. Packed in with my brothers and sisters, we waited thinking about our uncertain future. I knew I was bad, but what was wrong with standing and doing nothing?
Every now and again, our surroundings shifted without moving us. The first several motions came moments after we came together, but as we existed, they occurred less frequently. It was like being pulled forward slightly, only to come to a jolting halt. Pull, halt. Pull, halt. Sometimes it happened consecutively. Other times sparsely.
Then we felt a swift one, and it didn't stop. It was filled with twists, turns, and a couple smacks. I could barely keep track of the sequence. When we heard a light ripping around the circumference of our home, we steeled ourselves. In a moment's notice, sunlight burst. Our roof was torn away!
Two strange, pink objects pinched one of my sisters, taking her away into the unknown beyond. When the roof closed, we were no longer sure of anything. Where was she taken? What lied beyond the top? Even though we had a bit more space, none of us breathed easier. We conversed quietly, unsure if the monster phalanges could hear us.
Time passed slowly. One by one, my siblings were taken by the fleshy invaders. Nineteen became sixteen. Twelve became nine. There was no tightness left. We were bumping into each other as our home bounded up and down. For hours, we were sideways, then back to the rocky ride. The walls around us became crumpled, and our backs paid the price. Dents were a new threat. Afraid of being torn, we did our best huddle close to prevent damage.
The roof opened once again, and I'm pinched! This was it. Was I destined for greatness? Death? My fate was uncertain.
Gone was the robust scent of my family. It was replaced by blowing winds and globs of moisture falling dangerously close. Even though they missed me, one of my ends became enclosed by wet pressure. Looking onward, there were numerous fleshy monsters passing by at a blinding speed. What was this? A society? It was unlike anything I've ever seen! They moved so freely, yet compact and evenly spaced at the same time.
I heard a click, and my dry end lit ablaze. The fire intensified as my head was sucked on. I was weightless. All of my thoughts left my mind.
And I felt the fury boil. I questioned my body before, but as the power sizzled inside, I had no doubt now. I was created and destined to scorch this new world. Smoke buffeted my head, and it fueled my new ambition. I had no care for anything. If I was on fire, everything else should be too.
The burn was slow and soothing. I was nudged, and the ash at my feet fell. Good riddance! It only served as a reminder of my newfound resolve. I hope others see it as a reminder that I shall not be trifled with.
As the flame neared, I panicked. Just as quick as I received power, it was being taken. No, worse yet. This power was going to be the end of me. Before I could consider my final plot, I was flicked away. The rushing wind was bittersweet. I landed on a cold, wet surface. In a blink, my embers faded.
Cold. Everything was cold. Was this death? It sure felt like it. As I rolled with the breeze, my light was extinguishing. I only hoped I caused enough damage.
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