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Hunger
#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. The walls tarnished yellow from smoke with white shapes where wall hangings once called home. I wondered for a moment if they were images of someplace tranquil or if they were cold and dark as the feel of the space in which I now stood. A sudden chill ran through me. I was snapped back to reality as a loud noise grasped my attention, Jake had opened a hidden door in the wall revealing a small closet like room with a filing cabinet, a chair and a lamp in it. I jumped and turned suddenly to where Jake was standing just outside the hidden wall room. He had an old file in his hand he reached out and handed the file to me. As I looked uneasy and hesitated he shook the file at me and in a frustrated voice commanded, " Take it! What are you wating for?" "Nothing" I stammered to say as I felt the chills overcome me once again. I shakenly reached for the file noticing that there was red stamped words on the file, Somewhat faded but still able to make out the words, I unrealizing that i was speaking read the words out loud. (EXTREMELY CLASSIED) I looked at Jake who lit a cigeratte and unpateintly waited for me to open the file. The first thing I noticed was photos. Crime sceen photos. I gasped. An outline of a what use to be a body in a pull of dyed red cement. "Jake, what is this why did you.." before I could finish Jake without looking at me sat down in an old rusty...
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. The walls tarnished yellow from smoke with white shapes where wall hangings once called home. I wondered for a moment if they were images of someplace tranquil or if they were cold and dark as the feel of the space in which I now stood. A sudden chill ran through me. I was snapped back to reality as a loud noise grasped my attention, Jake had opened a hidden door in the wall revealing a small closet like room with a filing cabinet, a chair and a lamp in it. I jumped and turned suddenly to where Jake was standing just outside the hidden wall room. He had an old file in his hand he reached out and handed the file to me. As I looked uneasy and hesitated he shook the file at me and in a frustrated voice commanded, " Take it! What are you wating for?" "Nothing" I stammered to say as I felt the chills overcome me once again. I shakenly reached for the file noticing that there was red stamped words on the file, Somewhat faded but still able to make out the words, I unrealizing that i was speaking read the words out loud. (EXTREMELY CLASSIED) I looked at Jake who lit a cigeratte and unpateintly waited for me to open the file. The first thing I noticed was photos. Crime sceen photos. I gasped. An outline of a what use to be a body in a pull of dyed red cement. "Jake, what is this why did you.." before I could finish Jake without looking at me sat down in an old rusty...
