A Prequel: The Ark

Yamamoto's picture

I have failed, in my duty. In the end they were something that I could just not contain. I was the Pandora’s Box that was meant to hold them deep within my depths and now what? I have become useless. It seems all can I do now is to sit up here in this dusty attic and I watch the years accumulate on the structure around me. Why is that I could not keep my insides form being violated? It was that constant battle in order to hold everything inside of me that gave me any sense of life. Now all I do is sit up here and collect dust… Oh yes I can remember my journey here form so far away, were I was hidden in my home. Much blood was shed in the process, oh yes that much I remember indeed.

Of course then I was brought here over many miles by some silly human that I remember also. I am sure I wasn’t hard to carry, though I am kind of big. They took me so many miles, and carried me so far, just to try and get me here. I really tried my best to tell them to stop, and just leave me be. It would have been best if they had dropped me in the ocean. I could not get them to listen, because really no one ever listen, no one can ever hear me or maybe they just choose to ignore me… frankly I don’t know which idea is worse. Despite my protest though I was indeed brought here, and that was when the unthinkable happened.

These silly humans opened me up. They tore down my barriers and found that I held nothing for them. All that they found was an empty box, filled with nothing but their wasted hopes and dreams. I knew the truth though; I knew it was too late now. They have all escaped into the world, running as far as the eye can see, and there is nothing that something like me can do. I am simply a box and all I was built to do was to contain that which was held inside of me, and it was this that I did a very good job of. Beyond the boundaries of my walls, I have no control to be able to contain them. They are able to run wild wherever they want to go, and now my job as a protector has failed.

Greedy humans do not realize what they have done; they don’t realize what sort of problems has been unleashed. There is only so much that I can do now… there are a few things that I must try. I know that I must continue to try and reach out to them, and let them know the danger of what they have done; just maybe I will find a receptive mind. If I can just find one of those, then maybe someone could hear me, and then no one would have to suffer.

Comments

Dracofangxxx's picture

Euch... Kinda creepy.

Really well written though. Are you aware of the SCP foundation? I believe you'd enjoy it a whole lot. I know I do ;)

Should look it up :P
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That's redick!

Yamamoto's picture

What is it...?

What is it...?

Dracofangxxx's picture

Basically a big, history-like FBI style creepypasta site :P

I'll give you the original article and you can play around from there.

http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-173
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That's redick!

anarchist's picture

I can tell

this relates to personal experience. Good metaphor, even if it was unconsciously done.

Yamamoto's picture

Well I kind of don't want to

Well I kind of don't want to give away the ending and everything, and frankly an author should never explian his stories. So in the spirit of doing that, and also helping you figure this out... I will go with my favorite tradition of the one word answer.

Nope... Worng... Negative :P