Prompt: If you wrote this more like a creative writing piece, what would it be like?<\/p>\n
It\u2019s one o\u2019clock, and I have found myself in the Modlin courtyard. I don\u2019t know how I got here. I can\u2019t\u2026I\u2019m locked out of the building. I tried all the doors, but none of them will open. They should be open because it\u2019s one o\u2019clock in the afternoon\u2026 I\u2019ve banged on the windows, but no one on the other side can hear me.<\/p>\n
The courtyard is very bleary. It\u2019s a bleak, rainy day. The sky is just one shade of gray. One earie, uniform color of light gray. The light in the courtyard is\u2026unnerving; cold and white and it feels very abandoned, very empty and foreign. Uninviting. Vacant.<\/p>\n
The ground is wet from a recent shower. The puddles glimmer in the ambient light a little bit. There are no shadows except the shadows that linger right under the benches and the chairs. They give me my first sense of unreality, like something unnatural is going to happen. Like I\u2019ve been placed here in a cage \u2013 a cold cage \u2013 with the columns as my prison bars. \u2026 Maybe I\u2019m stuck where nobody can hear me calling and yelling, and I\u2019ve been forgotten by the whole world.<\/p>\n
It\u2019s cold. The air is cold, the light is cold, I\u2019m underdressed. I try to sit down on a bench, but its frigidness and dampness is unwelcoming and unforgiving, just like the rest of the courtyard.<\/p>\n
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Someone else has come in the courtyard. It\u2019s a girl, and she\u2019s talking on her cell phone. I try to get her attention, but it\u2019s like she doesn\u2019t see me, it\u2019s like I\u2019m not here. She just keeps on talking, and she looks past me.<\/p>\n
It feels like something is coming for me. I\u2019m here, but I\u2019m trapped and in a different plane than everyone else is, a different plane of existence almost.<\/p>\n
The sky is\u2026blank.<\/p>\n
I wonder how the girl sees the courtyard. For her, is it sunny? Is it a normal day?<\/p>\n
Now that I think of it, I don\u2019t even remember what outside looked like before I stepped into the courtyard. Was it sunny? Was it rainy? Windy? This courtyard is my only reality. There\u2019s nothing else but this courtyard, right here, right now.<\/p>\n
I\u2019ll see if I can get through the door once the girl leaves, but somehow I don\u2019t think I\u2019ll be able to.<\/p>\n
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It has started to rain, but the rain is passing right through me. At first I had ducked under one of the arches to escape it, but I realized the rain wasn\u2019t hitting me anyways. I walked out to the center of the courtyard, and even though it\u2019s drizzling and the rain would have hit me, it didn\u2019t. It passed right through me or made a void in the area where I was standing. I ran around the courtyard, and I\u2019m still as dry as a bone. I didn\u2019t want the rain to hit me, but now I\u2019m wishing it did… It would at least verify my existence \u2013 my presence \u2013 in this courtyard right now. But the rain won\u2019t give me the satisfaction.<\/p>\n
The girl has gone inside to avoid the rain. She went through the door, and I tried to slip through behind her. But there was a barrier that I can\u2019t penetrate that blocked me from escaping.<\/p>\n
The rain is coming down. I\u2019m starting to think I\u2019ll never get out of this courtyard.<\/p>\n
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A man in a dark suit just came out to the courtyard. He has an umbrella. He comes to me, comes to the center of the courtyard, where I was standing, looks me in the eye, and says \u201cCome with me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I have no choice but to follow him. I\u2019m glad to leave this dreary, unnerving, cold place behind, but what will come next? Who knows? Maybe I\u2019ll be wishing I was back in this courtyard, but I really have no choice but to follow him or else I may be stuck here for the rest of my life\u2026<\/p>\n
He leads me through the door, and I pass through seamlessly, and leave behind the courtyard where the rain continues to fall.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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