Something i wrote while procrastinating:
Running
I ran as fast as I could away from them but no matter how fast I thought I was, my steps left only a trail for them to follow. I was finally backed into a corner and looked up at the sky polluted with light, like an information matrix with interference patterns. I was hoping for some divine intervention, the same type that ancient scriptures often spoke of. There was only the hard brick surface of the wall, a reminder that there was still difference – jagged edges and a pattern of colour seemingly random – the art of an ancient magician. There was a ladder access attached to the building’s frame. The metal, chilled by the night air gave me a shiver as my cold hands grasped the first stair. Holstering myself up I began to climb. My forearms burned with exhaustion, until finally I reached the roof. The sprawl of downtown created a grid of fluorescence. Every light would move, only to be replaced by another. Beep - beep, the vibration was alluring.
The next roof was only an arm-length away. I backed up, hoping to build up velocity just in case. Then, with one mighty leap, I crossed the gap between the two roofs and landed on a dustier floor. There was one lone plastic fold up chair, sitting alone upon the roof, watching the skyline of the city. I sat on its blue exterior, and it creaked with years of neglect, then straightened, sturdy as the day it was manufactured. My legs began aching, reminding me of how long I actually began running. Beep - beep the small green light was hypnotic.
The billboards were plastered over the city, advertising the newest beverage, the most up-to-date advances in personal computer augmentation. In bright colours, designed to attract helpless eyes and customers, they created a rainbow that darkened the city. Nearby cats were rummaging through garbage bins. Others were prowling the city’s streets. There was a child with a mother walking quietly when all of a sudden, the little boy, barely five years old began shouting. He was pointing through the store window. His mother turned away and muttered that he would get it some other day. The boy frowned then began walking in silence half-angry and help-hopeful that one day he would eventually get what he desired. They eventually turned the corner and disappeared amongst the city’s lights. Beep - beep. It became just too much. I peered at the touchscreen that read: 11:11
