1287. Storymatic

A friend and colleague lent me a very interesting creative tool called the Storymatic. It is a story prompt generator designed to infuse creativity into your writing process in the moments when it becomes stale or even stalled. What you do is draw a series of cards that pertain to the main character or the conflict. From there you can produce your original fiction. I gratefully accepted the tool and promised to use it to generate this evening’s ten minutes of writing. Here it goes:

Character Cards: Subject of a medical experiment, Person who never gives up
Story Cards: Glasses, Aquarium

There isn’t much left now. The glasses tell me I have less than an hour before sleep takes me. The Prolponiaquin pushing through my veins burns feels heavy as egg nog and I know that I need to get to the scientists before they get to me. The glasses tell me to go to the Aquarium. I don’t know if its the water it wants or something else entirely. It took a long time for me to understand what was happening. I thought I was insane. The strength and agility results were way above what I was capable of before the exams, and increasing exponentially. Two months after the tests began my sight started to fail me. It was the opposite of what they expected. The other tests were showing results ahead of the curve of other participants, but I was the first to show any side effects. What use is a soldier woh can’t see?

They didn’t even pay for the glasses. They processed me out with 100% disability, set me up with a sweet severance package, and wished me the best for with my condition. See, they thought the strength and agility would leave me once I was off the injections; hell, so did I. Only, nothing went away–nothing but my eyesight. I bought glasses on a lark. By then I couldn’t see but two feet in front of my face. I couldn’t drive or walk too fast. The folks at Walmart asked for my prescription, but I hadn’t seen a doctor about any of this. I started trying on glasses, just hoping one of the standard pairs might make a difference. One did. Then it did more…

 

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