Five-Hundred Word Challenge 879: The Heaviness

A heaviness spreads over everything and weighs it all down, making it feel as though it is difficult to move due to undue pressure. It isn’t, but it feels that way.

The land and its inhabitants did not appreciate working under this kind of pressure. Everything and everyone was sluggish, and for what? For no discernible reason whatsoever. It wasn’t as though they had just woken up, though some had; they had been alert for ling enough to be as functional as allowable under normal circumstances. However, on this particular day, at this particular time, everything was so much heavier than usual.

It was difficult to move legs and it was difficult to lift arms. The act of drinking and eating became so much greater a task than what was deemed reasonable and so everyone and everything felt themselves in a position of suffering.

This of course was not desired. That which was would have rather gotten on with getting things done, but as that was not happening as it normally would have happened, instead of getting on with the doing of things, some people were just lying there, hoping that it would all soon pass.

Other would doggedly push on, defying what it was that they were experiencing and keep on trying to get things down, for there were indeed plenty of things that needed to get done and the resultant increase in pressure was not enough to prevent them from trying to do what it was that needed to see some sort of process toward some sort of completion.

Try as they might, the heaviness did not abate and it only seemed to increase as the day progressed. Fewer and fewer found themselves able to walk forward, and plenty had given up and taken to lying down for the day. Not necessarily on bedding, but wherever they were when they gave up. It was much easier for them that way.

Of course this act of giving up did not remove the heaviness of which they were all experiencing, but it made it significantly easier to cope with and at that point during the experience, having the heaviness not feel as cumbersome was considered a great victory by some.

Those that persisted struggled on and on. Despite increasing pressure they kept on doing what it was that they needed to do with varying success. As much as they wanted to persist, they too eventually felt overcome and so took to where they could lie down and hope that the heaviness would pass sooner instead of later. There was only so much that they could do and so they joined other people and organisms in lying down and waiting it out.

And so all were lying down and waiting it out, waiting for time to pass and hoping that the heaviness would lift so they could resume, but it did not and so they waited and day became night and night became day, until eventually the heaviness commenced its abatement.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 08:42:56

Not great writing by any stretch.
Sort of felt necessary to write.

Slow and rigid, but gets imagery across.

Written at home.

About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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