Mar 23, 2024 20:37:45
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A random story I felt like writing, I got the prompt from a free prompts project but I forgot who made it. Here it is!
Freda sobbed in her room then quickly wiped off her tears when a stranger came in. He was wearing a black vest and mask that concealed his identity.
“It’s time to go,” he said sternly, showing no empathy to the fact that she had been crying just a second before. She knew what he was doing, she had been sentenced to death by black hole in the space camp. She had been accused for stealing needed supplies. But she never did, she was just sighted at the scene when she was just going to the nearest restroom near the lab. She got up from her seat and dreier the rest of her wet face.
She swallowed back fear and lifted her chin up in confidence. She would not be known as the girl who had cried right before her death. She was 14 years old, still in school. And doing a terrible job at it. They were living on the colonised moon. A giant bubble had been formed around it to keep the oxygen in. She walked with the strange man across the field over to the black hole room. The field had been covered in dandelions. Looking to happy for this sad day. The blinding light from the sun overhead always shined on them, making the heat almost unbearable. The lighting dimmed as she walked inside the building.
“You are going to have to wear this,” the man declared, holding up a black blindfold. Freda snatched it and slipped it over her eyes. Better to not see her death coming than to wait in dread for it.
She was lead to a freezing room. As if all the life had been sucked out of it. The man tied her to a chair and left the room. Locking the door behind him.
“Criminal ready,” someone said. The room grew even colder and Freda could tell the lights dimmed even more. “Black hole initiation in 3, 2, 1.” Someone called out, then Freda felt an intense pull. The chair dragging as she felt herself leave the ground. She seemed suspended in the air for a moment then with intense speed.
She rushed forward and felt herself getting sucked into it. An intense pain followed, nausea overcame her as she felt herself being stretched out and twisted. Then it stopped. She was still in the chair and wondered if she was in heaven.
“Sir, it seems we’ve found another one.” A voice said.
Freda sobbed in her room then quickly wiped off her tears when a stranger came in. He was wearing a black vest and mask that concealed his identity.
“It’s time to go,” he said sternly, showing no empathy to the fact that she had been crying just a second before. She knew what he was doing, she had been sentenced to death by black hole in the space camp. She had been accused for stealing needed supplies. But she never did, she was just sighted at the scene when she was just going to the nearest restroom near the lab. She got up from her seat and dreier the rest of her wet face.
She swallowed back fear and lifted her chin up in confidence. She would not be known as the girl who had cried right before her death. She was 14 years old, still in school. And doing a terrible job at it. They were living on the colonised moon. A giant bubble had been formed around it to keep the oxygen in. She walked with the strange man across the field over to the black hole room. The field had been covered in dandelions. Looking to happy for this sad day. The blinding light from the sun overhead always shined on them, making the heat almost unbearable. The lighting dimmed as she walked inside the building.
“You are going to have to wear this,” the man declared, holding up a black blindfold. Freda snatched it and slipped it over her eyes. Better to not see her death coming than to wait in dread for it.
She was lead to a freezing room. As if all the life had been sucked out of it. The man tied her to a chair and left the room. Locking the door behind him.
“Criminal ready,” someone said. The room grew even colder and Freda could tell the lights dimmed even more. “Black hole initiation in 3, 2, 1.” Someone called out, then Freda felt an intense pull. The chair dragging as she felt herself leave the ground. She seemed suspended in the air for a moment then with intense speed.
She rushed forward and felt herself getting sucked into it. An intense pain followed, nausea overcame her as she felt herself being stretched out and twisted. Then it stopped. She was still in the chair and wondered if she was in heaven.
“Sir, it seems we’ve found another one.” A voice said.