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A Distortion Of Reality
A Distortion Of Reality
A Distortion Of Reality
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A Distortion Of Reality

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A Distortion of Reality has an Orwellian feel with a twist leaving the time open to being past, present or future. With the minds imagination, what seems to be is not always what is and much is left open for the reader to participate in the creation of the characters.

The story begins with the main character completely overwhelmed by somet

LanguageEnglish
Release dateJun 13, 2017
ISBN9783961427697
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J. A. Pickett

With a lifetime dream of becoming an author, this is Jennifer Pickett's second book, 'A Distortion of Reality'. Her first book, 'A Pocket Full of Stories', was published in 2010 with Amazon under the name J. A. Heathcock.

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    A Distortion Of Reality - J. A. Pickett

    Introduction

    A Distortion of Reality is a reality of a different kind. 

    But whose reality? 

    Yours? 

    Mine? 

    Ours?

    Forward

    There are no character names or gender definitions in this book. I leave it strictly up to the reader’s imagination. I know each time someone reads this book; each character will be different.

    Chapter 1

    The reason why I act the way I do is really very simple. But first, you must be a good listener. Secondly, what I tell you, you must accept as the facts, exactly as you are told.  The third and most important, you must be caring. I will try to explain so you will understand; the best possible way will be from the beginning.

    Listen and don’t say anything until I’m done. Do you understand? You do? Good! I hope you don’t mind, it is going to be a long explanation. Oh, so you already have a question? Well, go ahead and ask. Stop your stuttering and just ask your stupid question, will you! No wait! My frustration shows, dominating me at times. I do apologize for that sudden outburst. It would be best for you to just listen and this is my story. Close your eyes and join me as I take you on a journey you will never forget. Live it with me as if you were there.

    Suddenly, it is happening, totally overbearing the evening. Now it is gone. Like a flicker of light from a candle being blown out. They are taking me away. I haven’t done anything wrong! Or so I thought. There is no one to help us escape. Questions started to arise in my head; but I have no answers. There was no reason for all this. No reason at all, but they came, and they keep coming by the thousands. No one can stop them. The takeover is happening all at once. I keep wondering if it all has been preplanned. No one could stop these soldiers. Soldiers from hell - that is a better description. I guess that is what they are. I do not know. All I know is that I can’t scream, no matter how hard I try. I just can’t. Is this some kind of horrible nightmare?

    They thrash around and around us like we are some kind of savage beasts. Those animals! Oh! How I wish that I could do something to stop them and this madness! Darkness is all around. No more flickers of light can be seen, just masked faces, unafraid of anything. I ask myself, Are they really humanoid or are they something else? I wish I could see their faces to know my answer and then spit into their faces to show my hatred. Oh! How I hate them!  I know not where I am, but I know it is as bleak as a sewage gutter. It’s a dingy, cramped hole I assume. I think I’m going to be sick because of the disgusting odors that surround me. I can hear screams from the others even though I have not seen any of them since the soldiers first came and took us.

    I feel a needle or something with the same feeling going into my arm. I fade into nothingness. I awake in a beautifully well-lit room where I am strapped to a table. There in my arm a needle was stuck into my vein and the constant sound of the drip, drip, dripping could be heard. I didn’t know what was going into my system. It’s a mossy green, stagnant looking liquid from what I can see.

    Then suddenly, the sound of the dripping stopped. All I can feel is the sensation that backbone is about to be broken. Am I dreaming or is this really happening? I wish they would stop. I open my eyes and the pain has stopped. I don’t know if it is day or night, or how long I have been here. It must have been months; months of sheer torture. I don’t know if I had confessed to anything or not. I haven’t done anything to deserve any of this!  I am the living dead! I jerked suddenly and felt the extreme pain again. I lay still, controlling my movement. The pain has stopped.

    I guess it’s been a few hours later and I’m in another dark room. I don’t know how I got here. But here I am, alone at last. I can hear the constant stomping of iron clad boots outside the door of my cell. I am very sore and oh so tired. But I know I cannot sleep; for if I do, I do not know what would happen to me.

    They come into the room and drag me away. I do not know where we are going, but it is down a darkened hallway. We come to the end of the corridor and go into this dimly lit room. They toss me onto a cold metal table as if I were nothing more than a grotesque dog. The pounding of my heart echoes within me. I am afraid that the sound could be heard. I start to hear silent voices all around me and I wonder if they can hear them too.  But how could this be? I start saying to myself over and over, ‘I am one". Maybe that’s what they want me to think. I start feeling strange all over during this torture session. I don’t know why I feel this way, but it is as though someone or something is entering my body.

    I guess it was several hours later that I find myself in another well-lit room and the brightness hurts my eyes. I am unaware of my fate. I lay there very still. I feel the perspiration running down my back.  I feel as though I have been working out at a gym or something. I hadn’t noticed that the temperature was extremely cool until I felt a sudden within me. I can’t complain about anything; for if I do, I might be beaten or worse. Oh! The agony of it all! Especially not knowing where I am or what has become of me.

    Then suddenly someone called to me, Hey 452, get over here now! We are going to room 333. I know my fate at last. I have heard rumors about this room. They call it the ‘Room of Darkness’. That once you went in there, you don’t come back as you. You may look like you but that’s about it. First, they give you a number and then you become like them. I am becoming a non-person or a hubot (human robot). I’m losing my total self. I can’t lose my identity. I just can’t let them do this to me. Oh, won’t anyone help me. I need to escape this horrible place of bizarre and barbarian treatment but I know that’s impossible because it is heavily guarded. One false move and your fate is decided instantly for you. It will be a slow and painful process. I hope I live through this unfathomable hell. Even if I do live through this, I know that my life will never be the same again. What am I going to do? I am losing my identity and becoming just another number in this very strange new world.

    They fling me into a dark, restrictive, rancid hole.

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