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The Solace of Decay
#WritcoStoryPrompt47
Write a story based on this famous excerpt from Revival by Stephen King:
He unlocked a door and led me through an office that was empty of furniture, although I could still see square clean patches on the grimy linoleum, where the legs of a desk had once stood. On the wall was a curling calendar with April 1989 showing.
As I stepped through the doorway, a faint scent of decay wafted out, carrying with it whispers of the past. The air inside was heavy, thick with the weight of abandonment. My guide, a man with sunken eyes and a gaunt face, led me through the empty office, his footsteps echoing off the walls.
The linoleum beneath our feet was a dingy yellow, but I noticed the clean patches he mentioned - four of them, arranged in a square, like the ghostly imprint of a desk that had long since been removed. I wondered what kind of stories that desk would tell if it could speak.
My gaze drifted to the wall, where a calendar hung, its pages curled and faded. April 1989 stared back at me, a frozen moment in time. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized that this place had been left untouched for decades.
"What happened here?" I asked my guide, my voice barely above a whisper.
He hesitated, his eyes clouding over like the sky before a storm. "This was a place of hope, once," he said, his voice low and gravelly. "A place where people came to find solace, to heal. But it was all a lie."
As we moved deeper into the office, I stumbled upon a door hidden behind a tattered curtain. The sign on the door read "Revival." My heart skipped a beat as I pushed it open, revealing a room filled with strange equipment and a single, ominous chair.
Suddenly, the past came flooding back, and I knew that I had stumbled into something sinister, something that had been hidden for far too long.
I turned to my guide, but he was gone, vanished into the shadows. I was alone, surrounded by the echoes of a forgotten era, with only the calendar's frozen smile to keep me company.
© Ade F'ayo
Write a story based on this famous excerpt from Revival by Stephen King:
He unlocked a door and led me through an office that was empty of furniture, although I could still see square clean patches on the grimy linoleum, where the legs of a desk had once stood. On the wall was a curling calendar with April 1989 showing.
As I stepped through the doorway, a faint scent of decay wafted out, carrying with it whispers of the past. The air inside was heavy, thick with the weight of abandonment. My guide, a man with sunken eyes and a gaunt face, led me through the empty office, his footsteps echoing off the walls.
The linoleum beneath our feet was a dingy yellow, but I noticed the clean patches he mentioned - four of them, arranged in a square, like the ghostly imprint of a desk that had long since been removed. I wondered what kind of stories that desk would tell if it could speak.
My gaze drifted to the wall, where a calendar hung, its pages curled and faded. April 1989 stared back at me, a frozen moment in time. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized that this place had been left untouched for decades.
"What happened here?" I asked my guide, my voice barely above a whisper.
He hesitated, his eyes clouding over like the sky before a storm. "This was a place of hope, once," he said, his voice low and gravelly. "A place where people came to find solace, to heal. But it was all a lie."
As we moved deeper into the office, I stumbled upon a door hidden behind a tattered curtain. The sign on the door read "Revival." My heart skipped a beat as I pushed it open, revealing a room filled with strange equipment and a single, ominous chair.
Suddenly, the past came flooding back, and I knew that I had stumbled into something sinister, something that had been hidden for far too long.
I turned to my guide, but he was gone, vanished into the shadows. I was alone, surrounded by the echoes of a forgotten era, with only the calendar's frozen smile to keep me company.
© Ade F'ayo
