TIME W-W-W-W-HAAAARRRPPP here we go: A short story

WWhen he looked across the room, he saw a mere reflection of a 11 year old boy. As he moved across the room, the boy in the mirror moved closer to him. As the boy stretched out his arms, the boy in the mirror did the exact same. The boy stared at the mirror and examined the boy in the mirror. Behind the glass pane, there was another world, a world that existed in another realm. There glass pane separated reality and virtual reality. Beyond these panes of glass, there stood buildings and homes that were mere reflections of the  buildings in the real world. Beyond these images, walked people with inaudible and intangible emotions and voices. Despite the boy's attempt he couldn't reach out to the boy in the mirror, he could only watch him imitate him and commit that actions that the boy did. Out of no where, the wall shattered and a continuous and large rumble was in the presence. Large planes and fighter jets flew over, and the supersonic sound created a large tremor in the room. As the room started to shake, the walls seem to shatter too. Reality became delusion. As the walls fell down, the boy felt as if he was falling down into the abyss and as he fell down this hole he fell down quicker and quicker, faster and faster. *Thud*. He hit the floor and the mere pain of the fall shocked his nerves. He felt as if a thousand knives fell upon him. With his strength, the boy got up, but as he looked around his home was no more. He stood in the carnage of homes and buildings. People seemed to disappear from the world. The boy looked around and found blood seeping down his arms. The boy was no longer a boy but a 18 year old soldier in active duty. As he limped around, his badge hung from his tattered uniform and a boy in the distance was screaming and crying. The soldier couldn't understand or comprehend what the little boy was saying. But as he looked more closely at the little boy, the ringing in his ears reminded him of the boy he saw in the mirror. The soldier couldn't comprehend the emotions, the voices or the pain. He seemed to be in the same disillusional world that was behind the mirror. The soldier turned around and the red sun gleamed in his eyes. The strong rays of sun burned his eyes, but as he spun his head away from the sun, he found himself standing in the midst of a park. The man felt a tug on his pants. When he looked down he saw a young child vying for his attention. As he turned his wrist he looked at his watch and the hour and minute hands struck noon. According to the date on the clock, the soldier had supposedly 34 years old. But in the mere time of a few minutes this man had undergone a jump through time. Wierd huh?


The "Sun"ny Side of Slaughter House 5