Arim Lim (14)
My Girlfriend was Killed by a Wizard
The glass had so many fingerprints that it made her look like he was sitting in fog. Through cleaner parts, he could see clearly the long, pale body, afloat, not moving. There were slender tubes attached to her neck and her stomach. He couldn’t help but think that they looked more insidious than they ought to be, like parasitic worms. The blue-tinged fluorescent light was sterile and cruel; it did not treat the people under it very well. He took a look at the doctor standing nearby. The light had aged him 10 years and puddled in the bottom of his thick glasses.
Her eyes were open, her mouth too. He peered through the glass, cupping his hands around his face, as if a response would be exhibited just by that simple action. But there would be no response for 28 years, when the most-talked about coma patient of the 22nd century would wake up to a brave new world.
April 28, 2149—a camera flash punches a hole in his eye and that is how he wakes up. A sea of people are gathered just outside his front door, but he can’t bring himself to open it. They are taking hundreds of photos of his porch and windows, hoping dearly to catch something of his face, his hand, his arm. Soon, the whole world will look at his front porch and try to figure out what kind of person he is by examining the way he arranges his flowers, or what kind of window blinds he uses. Is this how rats in a laboratory live? He feels sick.
It’s been a few weeks since she has woken up. Now she is dozing off in the second floor, hidden away from the public’s wide eye. A nurse sleeps at her side, dressed in all white. She might as well have arrived from another planet, the way she looks and acts. He can’t help but wonder if it was worth it at all for the wait. When she smiles at him in the dark, her eyes shine and her mouth is red like someone with lupus. He closes the door.
When he lies down next to her it is when the house has gone quiet. Everything looks like viewing the sun through an eyelid. The rooms pulse with purple and the cameras have gone back home. Her face is white and hairless. She is scared, and he isn’t sure what to do. The nurse is down in the living room making tea; they both listen to the sounds of the spoon going around the cup.
Arim Lim is currently 14 years old and enjoys learning about the Italian Mafia.
My Girlfriend was Killed by a Wizard
The glass had so many fingerprints that it made her look like he was sitting in fog. Through cleaner parts, he could see clearly the long, pale body, afloat, not moving. There were slender tubes attached to her neck and her stomach. He couldn’t help but think that they looked more insidious than they ought to be, like parasitic worms. The blue-tinged fluorescent light was sterile and cruel; it did not treat the people under it very well. He took a look at the doctor standing nearby. The light had aged him 10 years and puddled in the bottom of his thick glasses.
Her eyes were open, her mouth too. He peered through the glass, cupping his hands around his face, as if a response would be exhibited just by that simple action. But there would be no response for 28 years, when the most-talked about coma patient of the 22nd century would wake up to a brave new world.
April 28, 2149—a camera flash punches a hole in his eye and that is how he wakes up. A sea of people are gathered just outside his front door, but he can’t bring himself to open it. They are taking hundreds of photos of his porch and windows, hoping dearly to catch something of his face, his hand, his arm. Soon, the whole world will look at his front porch and try to figure out what kind of person he is by examining the way he arranges his flowers, or what kind of window blinds he uses. Is this how rats in a laboratory live? He feels sick.
It’s been a few weeks since she has woken up. Now she is dozing off in the second floor, hidden away from the public’s wide eye. A nurse sleeps at her side, dressed in all white. She might as well have arrived from another planet, the way she looks and acts. He can’t help but wonder if it was worth it at all for the wait. When she smiles at him in the dark, her eyes shine and her mouth is red like someone with lupus. He closes the door.
When he lies down next to her it is when the house has gone quiet. Everything looks like viewing the sun through an eyelid. The rooms pulse with purple and the cameras have gone back home. Her face is white and hairless. She is scared, and he isn’t sure what to do. The nurse is down in the living room making tea; they both listen to the sounds of the spoon going around the cup.
Arim Lim is currently 14 years old and enjoys learning about the Italian Mafia.