Maren's Room: A Narrative Fiction
Light shines into the room, Maren resists the urge to shut off her blaring alarm clock. She pauses, her room was silent; it was as if she never set her clock the night before. The brunette scoffs, even when she’s dead tired, she still manages to slide up on 6:45 anyway.
“What the hell?” she sits up, muttering to herself. Her usual firm bed felt unstable and uncomfortable.
Memories from yesterday flood into her subconscious, she fell asleep in an Uber, right? Maybe they forgot to drop her off at her house? Maren pondered on what could’ve happened for a bit until she recalled the strange pain before she left campus.
Sitting up, now feeling a little more awake; Maren moves a bit until she falls onto something hard and wooden. She looks down, …show more content…
now clearly seeing that she was atop of a pencil three times her own size. She furrows her brows, confused.
“Wha?”
An oversized shadow soon drapes over her and Maren could feel her heart leap out of her chest. What is happening? Did I transport into a post-apocalyptic world where everything is huge? Oh god, if there are giant zombies, I’m screwed. Or maybe this is some Jack and the Beanstalk sort of situation. Fuck, what am I supposed to do with that?
She jumps as something warm and fleshy grabs ahold of her and pencils longer than her body.
The fleshy object brings her into the light temporarily until enclosing her in red darkness. Whatever she was inside of was hot and suffocating, along with being squished against the hard wood and smudged with the pencil graphite, it wasn't her idea of a good morning.
Maren winces, free falling about four seconds in the air until she and the pencils land onto a wooden platform. She scoffs, how could she just be carelessly tossed into the air like a simple object? The initial annoyance simmers as she realizes the large open space and is left to gape at her surroundings.
The room she found herself in reminded her of one of those giant scale model exhibits at the local museum.
Everything was in contemporary touch, though. She always assumed giants were not only a work of pure fiction. But, were also primitive cave dwellers.
Noting the stack of textbooks on a shelf, being stuck with a primal being wasn't the case.
From the corner of her eye, she spots her Burgundy backpack near the mess of pencils. She inches up to her backpack and right as she’s about to snag it, a gargantuan metal object lands about a foot away from her. Fast as lightning, Maren grabs her bag and rushes to duck behind a picture frame. She clutches the bag in her arms, trying to conjure up a plan to get her out of this bizarro
world.
What are you going to do? Hit a giant with your bag? Real smart idea, Maren.
Well, what else am I supposed to do? He’s probably a hundred times my size, he could squish me like a bug!
Maybe quit if you quit talking to yourself, you would’ve already devised a plan.
“What the hell?” she sits up, muttering to herself. Her usual firm bed felt unstable and uncomfortable.
Memories from yesterday flood into her subconscious, she fell asleep in an Uber, right? Maybe they forgot to drop her off at her house? Maren pondered on what could’ve happened for a bit until she recalled the strange pain before she left campus.
Sitting up, now feeling a little more awake; Maren moves a bit until she falls onto something hard and wooden. She looks down, …show more content…
now clearly seeing that she was atop of a pencil three times her own size. She furrows her brows, confused.
“Wha?”
An oversized shadow soon drapes over her and Maren could feel her heart leap out of her chest. What is happening? Did I transport into a post-apocalyptic world where everything is huge? Oh god, if there are giant zombies, I’m screwed. Or maybe this is some Jack and the Beanstalk sort of situation. Fuck, what am I supposed to do with that?
She jumps as something warm and fleshy grabs ahold of her and pencils longer than her body.
The fleshy object brings her into the light temporarily until enclosing her in red darkness. Whatever she was inside of was hot and suffocating, along with being squished against the hard wood and smudged with the pencil graphite, it wasn't her idea of a good morning.
Maren winces, free falling about four seconds in the air until she and the pencils land onto a wooden platform. She scoffs, how could she just be carelessly tossed into the air like a simple object? The initial annoyance simmers as she realizes the large open space and is left to gape at her surroundings.
The room she found herself in reminded her of one of those giant scale model exhibits at the local museum.
Everything was in contemporary touch, though. She always assumed giants were not only a work of pure fiction. But, were also primitive cave dwellers.
Noting the stack of textbooks on a shelf, being stuck with a primal being wasn't the case.
From the corner of her eye, she spots her Burgundy backpack near the mess of pencils. She inches up to her backpack and right as she’s about to snag it, a gargantuan metal object lands about a foot away from her. Fast as lightning, Maren grabs her bag and rushes to duck behind a picture frame. She clutches the bag in her arms, trying to conjure up a plan to get her out of this bizarro
world.
What are you going to do? Hit a giant with your bag? Real smart idea, Maren.
Well, what else am I supposed to do? He’s probably a hundred times my size, he could squish me like a bug!
Maybe quit if you quit talking to yourself, you would’ve already devised a plan.