ƃu!ןןɐɟ

[n i h i l i s m]

ƃu!ןןɐɟ : Installment

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Hello there, I am Ambivalence. If I ever get to know you it'll either be Ambi or Alex. Or if you prefer I have a list of internet nicknames that I've been known to go by. But we're not here to talk about how often I spend time on the internet (spoiler: it's a lot). I'll be placing an about me accordion since it would be obnoxious to expect you to want to read that. I'll be writing my own little tweaked form of serial fiction here, it's mainly for the enjoyment of the reader and to get critique to hone my craft. So yes, feel free to message me or just write in the thread itself. I'll be turning out an installment every week hopefully, and they're around 4-5 paragraphs. Please enjoy!

 

[n i h i l i s m]

ƃu!ןןɐɟ : Installment One

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I had been falling for a half hour now, and the seemingly giant chasm that had opened up beneath grandmother's well showed no sign of ending. It was only a week, they had said. Go to grandma's, they had said. I won't finish the cliche by saying, 'it'll be fun, they had said' but it feels wrong not to. Either way, it was day two of my visit to good old grandma Ann's farmhouse. She, along with the three other animals there were brain dead. The country air had turned their brains to mush and I was stuck there, carrying out whatever boring task that was asked of me. Don't get me wrong, I love Vern, the cow, and Cletus, the pig, and that giant fat gray cat named Simon, but I was not the kind of person for farm life. I was a high intellectual, I was Terrence Albatross, gifted boy of the Albatross family. Held in high prestige by millions. Or my mom at least. But I wanted to be like Simon during this trip at least, lounging on the porch in the shade all day. Except with more reading and opposable thumbs and less licking of unseenly parts of the body.


But I seemed to have dismissed the fact that I was falling down a well. You see, discussing personal affairs concerning myself often time force me off track. I had been asked to collect some water for a rather disgusting looking vegetable stew with vegetables that had marinating in animal feces and dirt. First, I had picked those from the back garden, then made my way back around to get the water. I could feel a piercing glare digging into my back. I turned around slowly, expecting to find some massive hulking beast ready to eat me up. Close, but not quite, it was Simon. His yellow eyes flashed in the light of the afternoon. He wore a cryptic expression that I had never seen before, normally he had a rather placated and idiotic look on his face.


"What on earth are you staring at, Fatty?" I asked, walking backwards and maintaining eye contact with the chubby feline. I thrust my left hand out behind me in order to feel for the back of the well. This was the second of several follies. The first being walking backwards to a well. I misjudged the height of the well, and when I reached it I was leaning precariously over the edge. The well was roughly three Simon's across and four Simon's long, and it fit my human body perfectly. I tried to pull myself up, but my body felt numb. The last thing I saw before plunging into darkness was Simon's huge yellow saucer-like eyes and the black slit pupils. And back to present time, the air was getting colder, and I wished that I would've brought a coat. But then again, it would be semi ridiculous to wear a coat just in case of the chance I might've fallen down into an endless well with no water. I'm beginning to feel like Alice in Wonderland at this point. Roots stick out of the dirt sides of my hole. It was my hole now, because I was positive that no one else could have managed to accidently fall down a well.


I tried at no avail to grab the roots, I clawed the wall, and I screamed like a small child. It was a pathetic series of events, I could feel all sides of the hole mocking me. Except there are really no sides to a hole right? I could feel the circle mocking me, then. But as I began to give up, realizing that it was my fate to die, a light came into view at the end of the tunnel.


"Oh now I'm really going to die." I said out loud, not realizing that I had been screaming for nearly ten minutes. No I was yelling, yelling like a man. It was dignified. Sort of, aside from the voice cracks. I got closer to the light, exiting the dark hole and entering ... more air? This time I had the chance to look around, instead of death, or water like I had expected I came out to a clear blue sky. I twisted my head furiously towards the ground, only to see strange purple grass getting much closer. The landscape was twisty and full of hills, I could see strange colorful buildings sprawling out across the landscape. Rivers of strange mystical blues flowed everywhere, all of them conjoined with at least one that reached the end of the world and simply dropped off the edge. I was in the process of processing, when the ground rudely came up and slammed itself on me. Next? Darkness, followed by murmuring voices.


"I think she's alive."