Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2011 20:11:51 GMT
So I had a bet with my brother that I could write an interesting story on the topic of watching paint dry. So, this will be about watching paint dry. Completely improvised as I type. Knowing me, it should be good right...?
He dipped his roller into the sticky red paint and put it to the wall, he carefully and swiftly rolled the paint across the wall until he had finally finished.
Aching all over and feeling proud of a job well done, he put the roller down on the tissue and put the paint away.
He tried to leave the room, but something stopped him.
He turned and looked back at the wall, dripping with the oozing paint.
He looked outside the window, then looked at his cheep watch.
Midnight.
He realised that he had to watch the paint dry overnight, lest it seep through the tissues and towels and stain the floor.
He got undressed, washed his hands, grabbed a stool and sat in front of the wall, and rested his head in his strong hands.
... Time passed.
...
The paint looked like it was drying neatly. He wouldn't need to tend to it.
...
He began watching a single droplet as it slowly made it's way down the wall, very slowly... making it's way... down the wall... the red paint, as it hit the towel... leaving a red, clean, vertical streak from its origin... and then he began to watch... ANOTHER droplet of paint.
...
He checked his watch.
3AM.
He turned back to the wall.
A few hours passed.
He checked his watch.
3:10AM.
He groaned and turned back to the wall.
...
He began to hear a rumbling sound.
He got up and turned on the lights, blinding him with it's glare.
He went out of his bedroom and searched for the origin of the noise, he creeped slowly and carefully down the stairs, turned into the kitchen and-
The washing machine had started.
He blinked, then went upstairs, turned the light off, and continued to watch paint dry.
...
He drifted in and out of unconsciousness.
He checked his watch.
4:30AM.
He decided to crawl into bed, and he rested his head on the pillow and let the warm embrace of the soft cushion lull him into a deep and gentle-
Suddenly, he spotted the paint seeping through the towels.
He jumped out of the bed and frantically picked up the towel and threw it in the washing, then replaced it.
He decided to sit back on the stool again. And watch paint dry.
...
He decided to creep out of the room and grab the radio from downstairs.
He creeped slowly into the lounge, and picked up the radio.
Once he was back upstairs again, he looked for the plug because his radio didn't run on batteries.
The only free plug socket was-
On the wall... that the paint was drying on.
He decided to pick up his pillow and scream into it.
...
He was feeling lightheaded. He was tired and the smell from the paint was beginning to affect his brain.
He raided his cupboards looking for a frebreeze or airwick to make the air smell nicer, but to no avail.
After a few minuits of searching, he found a bottle of the air freshener.
He clicked the nozzle... and nothing came out.
He shook it and had a look in the hole, then a blast hit him, stinging his eyes.
He took a shower to get refreshed and rub the airfreshner out.
He saw that the wall was dry, then went to bed at 6AM.
...
He woke up in the morning, feeling groggy.
He got out of bed and looked at his feet...
Then he saw something and twitched angrily.
He saw that his floor was red like the wall, stains wouldn't matter. Why he had forgotten was a mystery to him.
He decided not to go anywhere today, he slumped back down on the bed, sobbing in frustration.
He dipped his roller into the sticky red paint and put it to the wall, he carefully and swiftly rolled the paint across the wall until he had finally finished.
Aching all over and feeling proud of a job well done, he put the roller down on the tissue and put the paint away.
He tried to leave the room, but something stopped him.
He turned and looked back at the wall, dripping with the oozing paint.
He looked outside the window, then looked at his cheep watch.
Midnight.
He realised that he had to watch the paint dry overnight, lest it seep through the tissues and towels and stain the floor.
He got undressed, washed his hands, grabbed a stool and sat in front of the wall, and rested his head in his strong hands.
... Time passed.
...
The paint looked like it was drying neatly. He wouldn't need to tend to it.
...
He began watching a single droplet as it slowly made it's way down the wall, very slowly... making it's way... down the wall... the red paint, as it hit the towel... leaving a red, clean, vertical streak from its origin... and then he began to watch... ANOTHER droplet of paint.
...
He checked his watch.
3AM.
He turned back to the wall.
A few hours passed.
He checked his watch.
3:10AM.
He groaned and turned back to the wall.
...
He began to hear a rumbling sound.
He got up and turned on the lights, blinding him with it's glare.
He went out of his bedroom and searched for the origin of the noise, he creeped slowly and carefully down the stairs, turned into the kitchen and-
The washing machine had started.
He blinked, then went upstairs, turned the light off, and continued to watch paint dry.
...
He drifted in and out of unconsciousness.
He checked his watch.
4:30AM.
He decided to crawl into bed, and he rested his head on the pillow and let the warm embrace of the soft cushion lull him into a deep and gentle-
Suddenly, he spotted the paint seeping through the towels.
He jumped out of the bed and frantically picked up the towel and threw it in the washing, then replaced it.
He decided to sit back on the stool again. And watch paint dry.
...
He decided to creep out of the room and grab the radio from downstairs.
He creeped slowly into the lounge, and picked up the radio.
Once he was back upstairs again, he looked for the plug because his radio didn't run on batteries.
The only free plug socket was-
On the wall... that the paint was drying on.
He decided to pick up his pillow and scream into it.
...
He was feeling lightheaded. He was tired and the smell from the paint was beginning to affect his brain.
He raided his cupboards looking for a frebreeze or airwick to make the air smell nicer, but to no avail.
After a few minuits of searching, he found a bottle of the air freshener.
He clicked the nozzle... and nothing came out.
He shook it and had a look in the hole, then a blast hit him, stinging his eyes.
He took a shower to get refreshed and rub the airfreshner out.
He saw that the wall was dry, then went to bed at 6AM.
...
He woke up in the morning, feeling groggy.
He got out of bed and looked at his feet...
Then he saw something and twitched angrily.
He saw that his floor was red like the wall, stains wouldn't matter. Why he had forgotten was a mystery to him.
He decided not to go anywhere today, he slumped back down on the bed, sobbing in frustration.
Not bad for the subject XD
