I’m writing because I’m bored. And because I’ve got this idea for a short story stuck inmy head that I think is actually pretty cool. Too bad I can’t write stories. But practice makes perfect. So, here we go. I don’t expect this to be good at all, just saying. I’m just experimenting.
The large building was empty. Eerily empty. No noise, no body heat from people whomay have been there recently, no evidence that the building was occupied at all. The man stoodin the middle of the wide hallway, staring down the corridor. He had been here before.The man had been trying to find his way out of the building for some time now, but thewide hallways seemed to go on endlessly. Sometimes he would come to a door, and the doorwould lead outside into the night, but the man was blocked in by fences and other extensions of the building. Wherever he went he was in the same place.The building was dimly lit, with only a few fluorescent lights hanging just enough tomake out the shape of the hallway. It was as if someo
ne had left in a hurry and hadn’t closed up
properly. Some departments of the building had empty desks, some chairs and tables, some were just large empty rooms as if used for storing. He had tried the phones on the desks, but no luck.He had no watch and he had nothing in his pockets.The man was starting to get scared. As he walked down the hallway, he kept checkingback over his shoulder. His pace quickened, but the sound of his footsteps growing louder andfaster was a leading cause of his fear. Soon he was running full-speed, straight for a small graydoor in front of him. He burst through the door and the noise echoed.Outside. The stars shone brightly but the moon seemed distant. He looked around.Pavement covered the ground, inviting him to continue walking to the next department of the