#SundayLit Openings
It was just like any other door, except this one was mine. Chosen fairly and squarely by lottery.
As I stood waiting, I looked across to the others. Those that had missed out. I could sense their envy. And those that hadn't. Some terrified. Others as eager as I was.
The chime sounded, bright and clear. It was time to open our doors. We could have whatever lay in the rooms beyond.
Presuming we survived.
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Happiness:
I triggered the latch, and carefully pushed against the gnarled, wooden surface. The ancient hinges creaked ominously as the door slowly opened.
I beamed as I gazed about the massive hall beyond. My smile must have been as bright as the room’s gleaming contents, so dazzling I wished I still wore sunglasses.
A mound of golden artefacts, reached almost up to the chamber’s arched ceiling. Littered amongst them were jewels of every possible shape and colour.
All my troubles were over. All the trials had been worth it. I could finally live again.
Then, a flicker of motion caught the corner of my eye. Something raced towards me.
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Colour:
It shimmered, it’s form a wavering mass of colour as though it was enclosed within a soap bubble. Within was a clockwork contraption, looking far too much like a ten-legged spider.
I did not like the look of it, especially the thick legs, the resembled the slightly curved blades from a pair of craft scissors. They made high-pitched chinking sound as the thing scrambled across the mound of gold coins towards me.
I am deathly afraid of spiders. Not merely scared, but truly terrified, and have been since I was a small child. Even a photograph of a spider can be enough to trigger a panic attack.
Needless to say, I found myself both mesmerised and unable to move. Watching helplessly, as my doom bore down upon me.
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Dreams:
The arachnid raced towards me like a hungry mouse about to descend upon a wedge of cheese. It’s gossamer envelope shimmied with each movement. Within it, I could perceive the mechanism in its entirety. Every opening and closing actuator. Every snapping effector. Each whirring servomotor. It was a piece of exquisite workmanship: a dream made manifest. Or a nightmare.
And yet, I felt happy. Perhaps I was some sort of mesmeric trance the creature emitted. Or mayhap, it was the realisation that I would die a rich man. Just as long as I did not leave the room. My family would even be paid from the consolidation fund. Not the full amount, but a decent percentage of the haul.
Then, the beast was upon me. I fought, but it did no good. In a battle between flesh and metal, metal nearly always wins. And so it proved this time.
As I was consumed by the swirling rainbow, I glimpse two crystalline fangs, and then felt a sharp sting along the right side of my exposed throat.
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Dreams:
The arachnid raced towards me like a hungry mouse about to descend upon a wedge of cheese. It’s gossamer envelope shimmied with each movement. Within it, I could perceive the mechanism in its entirety. Every opening and closing actuator. Every snapping effector. Each whirring servomotor. It was a piece of exquisite workmanship: a dream made manifest. Or a nightmare.
And yet, I felt happy. Perhaps I was some sort of mesmeric trance the creature emitted. Or mayhap, it was the realisation that I would die a rich man. Just as long as I did not leave the room. My family would even be paid from the consolidation fund. Not the full amount, but a decent percentage of the haul.
Then, the beast was upon me. I fought, but it did no good. In a battle between flesh and metal, metal nearly always wins. And so it proved this time.
As I was consumed by the swirling rainbow, I glimpse two crystalline fangs, and then felt a sharp sting along the right side of my exposed throat.
I fell. Numbed. Cold throbbed through me. My last act of will was to close my eyes.
I heard my breathing slowing, and my heart rate decreasing. Then I knew nothing more.
I did not dream.
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