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Chapter 3
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Yppah
What is Eliza's Thought?
Eager to try her new found power, there's someone that comes to mind. A certain girl on campus that could use a good kick in the rear. Forgetting all about cleaning up her grandparents place, she hurries her way out the door. Looking at her phone, she figures she has just enough time to catch the bus back to her apartment. There she will hatch her plan. Eliza makes it to the corner, only for her heart to sink. The bus has just pulled away from her stop.
Cursing under her breathe, she looks at the ground defeated. Then something occurred to her, she pulls the pocket watch out. Holding it delicately in her hands, she twists the nob until it's set for 10 minutes. Pushing the button in, she looks up and watches the world grind to a halt around her. The bus was frozen in the middle of the road, frozen mid turn. A squirrel that scampered across the road has stopped in mid air. It all looked so surreal, even more then before. Eliza figures that she may never get used to it, as it feels too much like she's in a dream.
Either way she begins her trek to the next bus stop. Passing by the bus, she looks inside at the windows. An old man is stuck with his mouth open mid sentence. Behind him a little boy, his tongue pressed against the window. Eliza looks away, a little disgusted at the sight.
Walking up to the stop, a thought pops into her head. What if she just walks onto the bus while it's frozen. After a moment of thought, she decides against it. Yeah, it would save her a little money, but someone just popping into reality might cause attract too much attention. She opens the pocket watch, seeing that she overestimated how much time it would take. Roughly 5 minutes remained.
Not wanting to wait that long, she looks down at her watch. First she tries to reduce the timer, but twisting the nob doesn't affect it, neither up or down. Next she presses down the top button, and notices the timer stops. Her eyes shooting up, she watches as everything thaws out, slowly returning to normal. Smiling at the watch, she slips it back into her pocket.
Eliza barely notices the time it took to get home, her mind swirling with all the possibilities. Unlocking the door, the first thing she notices is a slight raunchy odor and a quiet buzzing. It's happening again. Eliza thinks to herself, slamming the door shut. Within an instant the buzzing stops, only proving her first thought to be true. Her roommate was masturbating again.
"You home Chloe?" Eliza calls out, acting oblivious.
"Yep, just...changing." Suuuuuuuuure you are. Eliza shakes her head lightly. She's known about this ever since they moved in together, Chloe's never been too discrete about it. It didn't bother her too much, everyone does it whether they admit it or not. Eliza is guilty of it as well, but she at least hides it better. So many times she could have caught Chloe in the act, but she never has. She never had the courage to face her about it.
Throwing her bag down, she makes her way to her own room. When she walks past Chloe's room, she stops. She hears something coming from behind the door, but she can't put her finger on it. Placing her ear on the door, she hears a rhythmic, wet sound. Eliza rolls her eyes, even with her being home she can't stop herself. She takes a few steps away, but stops. Eliza takes the watch back out, turning towards Chloe's door. She could...test just what this watch is capable of. Though she second guesses herself, not wanting to **** her roommate like this. She stares at the watch, unable to decide what to do next.
What does she decide?
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The Mystery Box
So many possibilities, what do you think could lay within?
A teen finds a box in their grandparents' attic, and then decides to open it. If only they knew what lay inside. Participation is welcomed and encouraged.
Updated on Aug 14, 2024
Created on Mar 7, 2018
by Yppah
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