What is happening in the picture?
Why did it happen?
If you were in that room, looking at the scene, and given one hour, what would you do, and why?
the picture depicts a teenage girl lying inert in a living-room.
she is lying thus because her soul has been sucked up by the television in her living-room. this is part of an insidious alien invasion. we have not been aware of it, but while we were sleeping last night, aliens switched every tv in our homes with these evil soul-sucking devices. DON'T TURN ON YOUR TV WHEN YOU GO HOME TODAY! not unless you want to suffer the same fate as this poor girl, with your soul trapped in the TV and your house wide open for the aliens to take over.
if i were there, i would get the *toot* out of that room before the TV sucked my soul out too. then i'd turn off the mains, thus deactivating the soul-sucking TV. then i'd get some tools and dismantle the TV, thus hopefully releasing the girl's soul and bringing her back to life. then we'd go on to help others and in the end we'd save the world from the alien invasion.
this might need slightly more than an hour, lol.=D
The End
thats what sieh jin ( http://siehjin.blogspot.com/ )wrote.
now heres my story.(for you dumbasses please note that this is a work of fiction)
Two days ago, i came home to this sight. A total stranger lying on the floor of a home completely alien to me, at the exact location of where my house used to be.
the only thing i recognized about the interior was the colour yellow, in that i was familiar with the colour, not that my house was coloured yellow in any way. It made the place look wider and warmer.
i dont like warm.
I just ignored the person and went up to where my room should have been. and found that everything had changed, with my music studio transformed into a painting studio, and my bedroom transformed into an ikea advertisement.
somehow, i was drawn to the bed. next thing i knew, i woke up today. 2 hours ago i came downstairs to see that the scene in the living room hadn't changed a bit. there was still a body, lying 3 feet feet-first from the 21" CRT television which was built into the cupboard. there was an xbox (i never owned an xbox) on the shelf below it, along with what appeared to be a dvd player. to the left there was an immaculate armchair, in a pale cream colour, which appeared yellow due to the sun's unceasing glare.
there was a, old stained mahogany desk and chair set facing the glass sliding doors, on which the organized clutter overflowed tidily. A moderate mantelesque waist-shelf displayed pictures of a loving family, reinforcing that the pictures did not belong to me.
some books and a pair of tarnished silver candelsticks held no attraction for me, the pine wood floors just adding to the general warmth of the ambience. A straw woven mat, probably handmade by child laborers in pakistan lay snugly on the floor below her.
a recumbent bike stood in a side of the middle of the length, reminding the observants that laziness can also extend to exercise. a cushioned wooden armchair, with its back to the sliding door, allowed for an evening of comfortable reading, with the position catching the last of the suns rays on the back of the sitter.
i smiled.
she was sleeping just the way i used to in form six all those years ago, with my head rested on my right bicep. curled into a fetal position like i do when cold or scared from a nightmare.
she hadn't put away her brother's little wooden cart, which he loves to drag behind, trailing him full of little playthings which he pretended were heavy and that he was a strongman like in the city we saw one day with him on my shoulders.
oh, how i loved her at that very moment.
