The Chair
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Category:
Angst › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
838
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
The Chair
There's a chair in the middle of the room.
No one sits or appears to be occupying the seat yet all others can do is stare.
This chair, old, ugly, and smelly, captures the attention of the room unlike any thing else.
Spellbound and unable to do anything but look upon this monstrosity that calls itself furniture.
With its yellow cushions with pink pin striping, and floral fabric coverings where time and abuse have ripped and torn.
There's nothing special about this chair.
Nothing that would account for such captivation.
Yet, captivating is the only word for it.
One look and you're stuck staring at this big, mismatched seat with sunken cushions that probably used to be fluffy, though no longer due to years of being sat on by people way to large for the chair to handle.
If one touched or sat in this seat it would creak and groan as if to say "no not again" as you felt an invisible push.
Most would not brave staying in this seat.
To do so causes the chair to take action.
Actions, which not everyone can account for.
Some feel tingles all over their bodies, and then sharp lightening fast pains race all along their nerve endings.
With a yelp these people will flee from the chair. Not the room mind you, but the chair.
They feel compelled to stay even as they wish to go.
Others claim that the chair lacerated them.
They leave the chair with lesions on their person that they say were not there previously.
They stay as far away as they can and if you try to move them even an inch closer they will scream and jump back to where they were.
It's as if there is this invisible line that they can not cross and to do so causes them extreme pain.
Hmmm, standing here staring at this chair is beginning to get boring and moving seems impossible.
It's just a chair! An ugly, old, smelly chair!
Why is it so compelling? Is it the unknown? Is it the sheer grotesqueness of the colors?
If you stand near the chair you feel cold and fatigued.
Something about it exhausts you and a few people's knees would buckle.
If you hit the floor, you would recover and move away.
Touch the chair and you were pulled in.
No one knows what happens then.
You don't hear anything or see anyone come out.
That doesn't mean anything though.
They could just be moved elsewhere right?
Really, what could happen inside a chair?
Standing staring and compelled forward, FORWARD!
Move back, move back.
Not moving backwards.
This is ridiculous!
Feeling tired, must stand up straight.
STRAIGHT!
Breathe, just breathe. Inhale and exhale.
Ok, breathing working.
Not going to hyperventilate.
Being pulled down, keep breathing.
In and out. Falling toward the chair.
No, turn to the side, turn to the side.
Touching floor.
Thank the Goddess, it's the floor.
Relief, to have made it.
Turn away to stand and move away.
Turning, turning, Shit! Touched the chair!
No one sits or appears to be occupying the seat yet all others can do is stare.
This chair, old, ugly, and smelly, captures the attention of the room unlike any thing else.
Spellbound and unable to do anything but look upon this monstrosity that calls itself furniture.
With its yellow cushions with pink pin striping, and floral fabric coverings where time and abuse have ripped and torn.
There's nothing special about this chair.
Nothing that would account for such captivation.
Yet, captivating is the only word for it.
One look and you're stuck staring at this big, mismatched seat with sunken cushions that probably used to be fluffy, though no longer due to years of being sat on by people way to large for the chair to handle.
If one touched or sat in this seat it would creak and groan as if to say "no not again" as you felt an invisible push.
Most would not brave staying in this seat.
To do so causes the chair to take action.
Actions, which not everyone can account for.
Some feel tingles all over their bodies, and then sharp lightening fast pains race all along their nerve endings.
With a yelp these people will flee from the chair. Not the room mind you, but the chair.
They feel compelled to stay even as they wish to go.
Others claim that the chair lacerated them.
They leave the chair with lesions on their person that they say were not there previously.
They stay as far away as they can and if you try to move them even an inch closer they will scream and jump back to where they were.
It's as if there is this invisible line that they can not cross and to do so causes them extreme pain.
Hmmm, standing here staring at this chair is beginning to get boring and moving seems impossible.
It's just a chair! An ugly, old, smelly chair!
Why is it so compelling? Is it the unknown? Is it the sheer grotesqueness of the colors?
If you stand near the chair you feel cold and fatigued.
Something about it exhausts you and a few people's knees would buckle.
If you hit the floor, you would recover and move away.
Touch the chair and you were pulled in.
No one knows what happens then.
You don't hear anything or see anyone come out.
That doesn't mean anything though.
They could just be moved elsewhere right?
Really, what could happen inside a chair?
Standing staring and compelled forward, FORWARD!
Move back, move back.
Not moving backwards.
This is ridiculous!
Feeling tired, must stand up straight.
STRAIGHT!
Breathe, just breathe. Inhale and exhale.
Ok, breathing working.
Not going to hyperventilate.
Being pulled down, keep breathing.
In and out. Falling toward the chair.
No, turn to the side, turn to the side.
Touching floor.
Thank the Goddess, it's the floor.
Relief, to have made it.
Turn away to stand and move away.
Turning, turning, Shit! Touched the chair!