Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1132: To Follow a Cricket’s Sound

There’s the sound of a cricket somewhere outside and perhaps it leads somewhere. Perhaps I will follow it to wherever it leads, if it does indeed lead anywhere.

I get up from my seat and I start walking and suddenly the room becomes longer but it does not increase in shape or size. I also do not change in shape or size and so I am perplexed. Still, I keep on trying to get out of my room but I am unable to make it and after a while of trying I realise that I am not moving anywhere. I realise that I am unable to move in any direction even though I am moving. I am held in place as though I have become unstuck by any rules that involve locomotion actually leading to motion in terms of moving through space more than just on the spot.

I try and try for some more time until I accept the futility of my attempts and so I try to sit down. I reach for my chair and try to move it and even though I can feel it moving, it does not. It remains where it is and so I find myself perplexed even more.

I decide to try and sit upon the ground underneath me and so I sit, but instead of going down I remain where I am. My legs lift off the ground but I don’t feel as though I am floating. The sound of the cricket remains and it seems to call out, though there is every chance that I am reading too much into the sound of the cricket.

I think about what is going on and I have no solution. I have no answer for what has happened. I have no reasonable explanation for I have never experienced anything like this. It is distressing and I am unsure as to how I should approach any further action. I move and I am still. I sit and I float, but I do not feel as though I am floating. I feel as though I am sitting on the ground. I reach for my chair and I feel it move but it remains stationary.

The sound of the cricket seems to grow louder, but there is nothing approaching. I remain unsure as to how I should approach the situation. I think about what will happen if I remain unable to move from where I am, but I try not to think about such a thing for too long as I need not the stress and spiral of despair that that could possibly lead to, so I try to push it out of my mind as much as possible.

The cricket’s sound continues to increase in volume. It seems to approach and it seems to call out, but there is something in it that terrifies me. It approaches rapidly and I cannot do anything. I find myself despairing, but before anything happens I suddenly return to normalcy.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 08:06:05

This was really easy to write. I was going a little slower than usual and I think that helped immensely. I think the end result leads to this reading relatively smooth compared to most of my rambling, and I like the overall tone, or at least its being suggested as this reads in a rather matter-of-fact way.

I slowed down a bit near the end as I didn’t want to push this beyond five-hundred words but I struggled to find a good way to wrap up the writing with so few words available so I removed a bit and made more space which led to one sentence reading more smoothly.

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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