Our Time is Running Out
This is a possible story I've been considering writing. First chapter will be an exerpt-intoduction type deal. If I get enough positive feed-back or people wanting to hear more, I may end up writing the thing out for everyone to see. So stick around and tell me what you think!
A rather bored teenager stares you in the eyes, sitting down in a single, wooden chair placed stragegically in the direct center of a barren room. All that's left is you and him. "You want me to tell you about my life? That's an interesting request." the bored teenager replies, oviously contemplating the magnitude or, more simply the purpose of the request. He appears baffled for a moment, but eventually shrugs. "Why not. It's not like I have much of a choice now, do I?" he reasons, finishing his statement with a rhetorical question that can only make you grin a little bit.
The teenager adjusts his positioning in the chair, getting comfortible before starting. "Ever wonder about what time is? Where time came from? How people measure time? We could go into a scientific discussion about all of that, but that's really not what you want. What if I were to tell you that there were people in our world, today, that could see time ticking away? Just right in front of them, watching time and numbers melt away in front of there face? Most people would call me crazy, but you and I both know it's simply the truth. Foreseers, as we call them. They have the ability to see the time left until some event happens, whether unimportant or massively consequential. Whether it be the time left on the microwave 'till your popcorn has finished popping, or the time until the first woman president is elected and dies within two days of taking office. We see these times in front of our eyes, ticking away by the nanosecond. It's an interesting thing, really."
He takes a breath before continuing. "Of course, there are some people out there that think that people like that shouldn't exist. 'They aren't human, so why should they exist'? Oh, that's my favorite argument. Anyway, so there have been different groups and societies formed with the sole purpose of hunting down those wh can see into the unnatural beyond and to put them six feet under. Or, in your case, capture and force to sit in uncomfortible chairs while relating their life stories to others for some reason that exceeds the common rational capacity." The teenager smirked at his sarcasm before slouching in his chair a little bit, still trying to find a more comfortible position.
"Of course I understand you currently hold the power to yank the life out of me at any moment you so desire to. And since I do value my life, and since I have nothing better to do than watch dry paint dry further and count the number of breaths I can take under a certain time period while trying to breath slowly and stand upside down, I will humor your demand."
"My name is Alex Miller. And this is my story."
The teenager adjusts his positioning in the chair, getting comfortible before starting. "Ever wonder about what time is? Where time came from? How people measure time? We could go into a scientific discussion about all of that, but that's really not what you want. What if I were to tell you that there were people in our world, today, that could see time ticking away? Just right in front of them, watching time and numbers melt away in front of there face? Most people would call me crazy, but you and I both know it's simply the truth. Foreseers, as we call them. They have the ability to see the time left until some event happens, whether unimportant or massively consequential. Whether it be the time left on the microwave 'till your popcorn has finished popping, or the time until the first woman president is elected and dies within two days of taking office. We see these times in front of our eyes, ticking away by the nanosecond. It's an interesting thing, really."
He takes a breath before continuing. "Of course, there are some people out there that think that people like that shouldn't exist. 'They aren't human, so why should they exist'? Oh, that's my favorite argument. Anyway, so there have been different groups and societies formed with the sole purpose of hunting down those wh can see into the unnatural beyond and to put them six feet under. Or, in your case, capture and force to sit in uncomfortible chairs while relating their life stories to others for some reason that exceeds the common rational capacity." The teenager smirked at his sarcasm before slouching in his chair a little bit, still trying to find a more comfortible position.
"Of course I understand you currently hold the power to yank the life out of me at any moment you so desire to. And since I do value my life, and since I have nothing better to do than watch dry paint dry further and count the number of breaths I can take under a certain time period while trying to breath slowly and stand upside down, I will humor your demand."
"My name is Alex Miller. And this is my story."
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