Cai went in search of her friends on the roof top; she wouldn’t miss this gathering for the world; it is as rare as organic foie gras (from non-force fed duck and goose) ……. now that the roof is over-crowded and there’re people standing at the doorway to the elevator lobby and staircase, she has to find her escape route……. CRACK! ……. a clap of thunder in the distance hinted possible rainfall and the roof is not the place to be in rain……. she had limited time to look around.
Hey, there are three-dimensional chalk artwork celebrating various local festivals all over; they jumped out at her, making her head spin, and they kinda marr the installed flooring, making it tough to see where the artwork ended and where the bare, non-camouflaged ground was; if there are any bare patches at all.
Since the elevator lobby is blocked and she can’t go back down, she couldn’t resist walking around, admiring the skilled art; and try as she could, she couldn’t avoid misstepping on some chalked art; not to worry, the colors remained intact as someone must have sprayed adhesive, yeah, this open air must have taken in some heavy beating from rainfall and adhesive is the way to fix your hours of hard work.
She snapped happily away, thinking how smart she was, not to have passed up this photo-op; these art were as good as those pictures in her chalk art reference book, if not better; so absorbed she was in chalk that she failed to notice a square border on the ground – like a picture frame or openinggggg …….
Suddenly she saw pitch black and groping around wildly, she banged her forehead against some kind of vertical wall of resistance, which failed to give way even after she hammered at it, and rammed her body weight against it ……. there has to be some kind of opening ……. maybe she should ram herself against another of the vertical walls… there must be at least three other walls as she had felt all around her……. her fingers touched some kind of lump and she fingered it gingerly, trying to feel if it could give way……. when suddenly, she fell forwards as it gave way……. no, the entire wall gave way for her to fall forwards ……. into bright light……. she squinted her eyes to get accustomed to the bright, shining walls ……. of a room, so bathed in light that her eyes hurt……. nobody was around……. she could see a doorway ahead……. she stumbled her way towards the opening, as her eyes hurt and she couldn’t open them fully……. she had walked into another room, still as bright and as empty as the first……. surely there has to be an end to these rooms……. she felt fear……. she knew these rooms……. they are the fearsome BACKROOMS ……. she had seen them in a movie called Backrooms …… they’re nested rooms in mazes and there’s no way out …….unless someone can figure out the secret.
Backrooms are real and they’ve trapped her…… help ……. she dug into her pocket for her cell phone …… Reelika, she’s got Reelika on her contact list …….
THE END for this episode. To be continued on the following Sunday – Saturday. Search using keyword SSC&B.
Footnote 1 – it is up to Reelika if she wants to accept the call and write her story from there onwards. Otherwise, she’s gonna call someone else who is game to accept the challenge to continue.
Footnote 2 – I suggest using backrooms (like backend rooms used for operation functions); mysterious rooms leading to more rooms. Bloggers can say they walked into different colored rooms like red, blue, yellow, green etc., or themed rooms like The Scream Room, The Laughing Room, The Child Room, The Family Room, The Bachelor Room, The Plant Nursery Room, The Disco Room, The Ballroom, The Crisis Room etc. All decent, SFW stuff. Pick your room. Every blogger will write their own adventure so it doesn’t matter if more than one blogger picks the same room. The point is, the room the character ends with, is their personal nemesis and maybe, Armageddon.
Footnote 4 – Newcomers are welcome to join us.
Footnote 3 – It is ok if nobody wants to use my suggestions. I understand.
Related:
New prompt word is published every Sunday. Linky is live Wed night and accepts until late Sat night.
Denise’s latest prompt is “thunder”.
