Five-Hundred Word Challenge 300: Trapped in a Room

It was hot in that room.

That room?

It was not just any old room. It was a room that was containing far more heat than it usually would.

Inside the room was a person, thinking of how to get out. It had been a nice cool season until one particular day when, instead of the usual gradual shift into a warmer climate, the temperature went straight to hot without any form of warning.

For had the room the time to adjust, it would have remained cool.
However, in this instance due to the temperature undergoing a sudden shift rather than a gradual escalation, the heat had wormed its way through the cracks and beaten the insulation, trapping itself inside and creating a place where you would go to sweat.

The person had been staring at the walls and the ceiling, hoping for some sort of palpable change. There was none to come for a long time and the only two options they had were to deal with it or find a way out.

They did not want to deal with the heat, preferring to once more experience the coolness outside, but they knew not the way out. It had eluded them for many a year and they remained mystified by how to move beyond the walls and beyond the ceiling into a world that was growing more and more unfamiliar to them.

They had tried many a time to get out and each time failed. They learned a great deal about waiting and the art of the inner monologue, but they had not learned how to once more have their freedom.

Freedom had been taken away. They did not know if it was a willing decision or not, for they could no longer remember. They just knew that they had gained more knowledge about something that once was and knew not what is.

Still they persisted, for they knew that there was no point in giving up as there was always a chance in their situation.

Still, with the heat inside, refusing to let go, continually clawing at their body, the person decided that enough was enough. Now was the time to get out, so get out they did.

They got out for their seat and walked toward markings that seemed to resemble a door carved into a wall. This was something that they had examined many a time, yet never knew how to open it.

Perhaps now that the conditions had changed, so to a way to open the part that looked like a door, assuming that it was indeed a door to begin with.

They pressed against it and so it seemed that they were correct.

The person was elated. Finally they would be able to step through and see the outside world once more.

The door swung open and the person ran through.

However, they only found themselves once more in the room, for the door could only lead back to where the person had begun.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:45:04

Well that was unexpected.

Probably one of the better things that I’ve written if only for the reduced amount of repeating.

Written at home.

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About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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