The Cube

Last year in English class with Mr. Arndt he had us do some Creative Writing, so as I am lacking ideas to write on for my blog post I figured why not do some Creative Writing. So here goes nothing:

It always seemed to be dirty. Dirty and dark. The grime and filth covered the streets and the smog from the factory smoke stacks poured out like an endless exhalation. I walked the streets one block at a time. I always seemed to hit the crosswalks as the lights changed against me. I was the only outside as it was starting to rain. Everyone else had taken shelter inside their homes after work or had gone to socialize. I never really understood the point to socializing with people after work. You work all day, just to go out and work to keep yourself entertained by whatever friends you were with. Socializing is meant for the weekend.

I finally got to my apartment building lobby. I remember when I moved here. I found the cheapest apartment. It turned out that the build which I would go now to live in had a spare storage space on the roof that they could rent out as a studio apartment. I got into the elevator and took it to the top floor. Then I walked to the stairs and reached the roof top. I took out my key and opened my door.

Everything was as I left it. The chair in the corner. The kitchen was a small stove, a microwave, a small refrigerator that went up to my waist, and the piles of dirty cloths around my bed. I reheated the food I had bought two days ago that I brought home from the restaurant across from my office building, for which I was the IT guy. I worked as the technical support for a video game developer. It was fun to see what crazy ideas the creators had from day to day. I finished my dinner in silence.

After dinner I went to sleep. I figured that it would be nice to catch up on some sleep since I had a busy day tomorrow. I was going to go to a concert with some friends. As I was about to get into my bed I saw a shadow move out of the one window in my apartment.

I ran to the window and looked outside. Nothing looked out of the normal. The same smog and dirt. The urban detritus scattered along the roof. I started to walk back to my bed. The storm started to pick up. There was thunder and flashes of lighting from the window. I guess it was just some trash that was blowing in the wind. I got in bed and tried to close my eyes. I could not stop thinking that there was a reason that I should go and check the rooftop to see what happened. I waited in my bed until the rain had stopped. Then I got up and went outside. There was puddles on the roof in their normal places. I walked around the rooftop to see what might have happened. As I reached the side of apartment back wall of my apartment, which has the window in it, I saw a small grey box. I picked up this box and tried to figure out what it was.

I decided to take the box inside to get a better look. As I stepped inside my apartment I noticed something I had not outside in the dark. The box had small fine lines carved into its faces. It also had no opening from a thorough investigation. It was really less of a box and more of a cube. There was one side which had much more carved out of it. The lines on that side seemed to form more than just the design on the other faces. The lines were laid out roughly in the shape of an hour glass. I as I was looking at the cube saw the lines start to glow. They glowed with an eerie blue color. The light was somehow terrifying and calming at the same time. The light from the cube would go away so I put it in the bag which I brought my lunch and papers to work in.

The following day I brought the cube with me to show my friends. When I showed them the cube at my friend’s, Brad’s his name, apartment, which we were going to meet at we there was a big flash of light from the cube. Afterwards I blacked out. And that was the last day that I was in that filthy, dirty, smog-filled city for what seemed like ages.