GOO The boy could hear his mother coming, yelling as she came. He quickly scrambled to get out from under the numerous blanks and stuffies. However, once he had gotten out, he
stopped and stared. What had stopped him? Was it the sudden realization of how messy his room was? No... Was it the aura of rotten food which had hypnotized him? No... It was in fact
the strange movement on the wall which made him stop. It made him, the brave master of the
room, quiver with fear. It was a green goo, which seemed to be moving on his wall. This story begins, like any other story, at the beginning. It was a dark and stormy night, but now it was morning. The sun was out drying up the large amounts of water that had fallen from the night before. I was sitting in bed and hesitated to get up. I regretted last night. I was so lazy. It was the first day of my exams and I hadn’t studied. I was screwed. I decided I was sick. Yes, I’m sick. I lied back down and pulled the covers over my head. I’m sick. I felt horrible, not actually sick, but bad about what I was going to do. I knew what I was going to do was wrong, but oh well. It was a simple process. I would go to Student Health and ask for a sick slip. They are pretty easy going and are willing to give the slip for about five bucks. Then, it was just a matter of going to the prof’s office and asking for a rewrite. After going to Student Health, sick slip in hand, I decided to visit my friend in biological research. He might have a copy of the test. The biological research building was quite large and inside it was like a maze. Sometimes, I tried to get lost in the never-ending hallways. My friend’s lab was easy to find, one just had to follow the stench of rats. They really do stink. My friend was experimenting with some kind of mind enhancing drug. He always seemed to be putting the rats through a maze or obstacle course. The rats were really bad at it and kept on going down the same dead ends, but eventually after many wrong turns they would find the cheese. When I got to the lab. this was exactly what my friend was doing. He was using Albert, who was doing amazingly well. I always considered Albert to be the stupidest of all the rats. I named him after Fat Albert because was quite large. His size was mostly my fault. Usually, he really did poorly at the maze-thing so I felt kind of sorry for him and would sneak him lots of cheese. Seeing my amazement at Albert’s success, my friend explained what had happened. I guess the brain drug finally worked. Even stupid Albert could remember his way through the maze. The drug, according to my friend, allowed past memories to “resurface” with 100% clarity. It would probably take ten or more years before its approved for humans, but the principle is much the same and it should work on people as well. My friend continued to explain about the drug, but when I heard that it worked on humans, I knew that this was just the thing that I was looking for. When my friend left to tend to the rats I managed to get a vile of the drug. Likely, the drug was in a drinkable form and I won’t have to inject myself with it. Stuffing it into my pocket, I left. I knew that I was going to need as much help as I could get if I was going to survive the exam period. That night I sat down to prepare for the test, which I had the next day. I placed the vile in front of me. I didn’t know if I should drink it or not. If I did take it, how much should I drink. I really didn’t know. Lifting the bottle to my mouth I took a sip. It had a sour taste. I decided not to drink anymore. I had a lot of reading which I had to do. I managed to finish the reading late at night, but I had not even begun to memorize it. It was a hopeless situation. I fell asleep exhausted from actually having studied something. The next morning, I woke up and saw the books on the table that were still not memorized. I knew I that all was lost, but I couldn’t get another sick slip. It would be too suspicious. I went to the exam room with the book in my face as I walked, just hoping that I could memorize something before the exam. I sat down at the back of the room, so that I wouldn’t have the embarrassment of having people watch me as I blundered through the exam. When the exam began I realized I remembered nothing. I looked at the paper and knew none of the answers. I remembered having read the topics that it questioned but was not sure as to what the specific answer was. Strangely though, the more I thought about what I read the more I remembered. Suddenly, it was like the memories of the night before were resurfacing. I remembered reading the pages and could in my mind see the pages that I had read. It was as my friend had described, it worked slowly but I was able to remember everything. I remembered with such clarity that I could even describe the pictures on the pages and even what page number the information was on. The exam became very easy from that point on. I easily finished it with time to spare. I thought about what I was able to do with just one sip of the drug. I imagined what I could do if I drank the whole bottle. I rushed back to my dorm room eager to try. I drank the whole bottle and felt a little sick from it. But I had no time to be sick, I immediately went to the books and read. I spent the remainder of the day reading all the books which I needed to know for my exams. I fell asleep. I was awoken the next morning by a sharp pain in my leg. Looking at my leg it was fine. However, I remembered the time that I had broken it as a child and now it felt like that time. I realized that the memories of past events were resurfacing. I could remember so vividly that it was real. Though my leg was not broken, it felt like it was and I was unable to use it. Other memories long forgotten were fresh in my mind as if I were experiencing them for the first time. This was how it began isolated memories bubbling up into my consciousness. But it didn’t stay that way, the memories began to become more detailed. They converged on my mind like a traffic jam. I felt cluttered by my past experiences. I remembered details that were so small that I thought I hadn’t even noticed them at the time. I thought about a forest I had once visited each tree I could see. I felt like I had returned to that forest. If I wanted I could even count the number of leaves on each tree and could smell the scent of the forest. My mind had be filled with millions of such experiences. I tried to move from my bed, I knew I needed help. It was difficult to get out of my room I had sort though what was real and what was remembered. Also, the pain of every injury I ever experienced made movement very painful. I did manage to make it out of my room. Time had slowed for me, it was too much for my brain to handle. I passed out, I was overwhelmed by myself. I knew everything there was to know about me. I knew with 100% clarity everything I had done, experienced, thought, or even dreamed. It was all too real and too much. I was taken to the hospital, but there was nothing the doctors could do. They tried but I
was lost in myself and that is all I remember.
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Amongst the heaps of clothes, toys, and various odds and ends, there was a bed. In this bed under the mess of blankets, stuff animals, and over-sized pillows was a boy. The boy was
the owner of the room, if you could call it a room. It looked more like a warzone, where armies of clutter came to fight. The boy had even left plates of half-eaten food on the floor. To enter the room one must push the door open against the mounds of things which had barricaded it shut. To step into the room was much more difficult. There were foot holes of empty spaces on the
floor which to step, but they could be deceiving; sometimes there were marbles, legos, or little bits of things which could poke you, if stepped on. The boy liked the room this way. It had
character. Little did he know, how much character it had. The boy could navigate with ease through it, where others might have perished. Such a state was the room that his mother had
decided that she had enough, she was going to visit him and force him to clean it before the contents of the room had a chance to invade the rest of the house.
When his mother reached his room, he was frozen with fear. She had angrily pushed the door open and began to yell and complain. She did not notice the green goo, which moved on
the wall behind her. She was focused on her goal, to make him clean his room. His blank stare only infuriated her more. She screamed louder at him and pointed out the various not so
charming aspects of character that the room had. The boy tried speak, to warn her, but the words won’t come out. The green goo was definitely moving and had made its way down the
wall and was moving across the floor to where his mother stood. It was big and had formed into a mound that was almost as tall as his mother. He had to speak, finally the words came, “llllook!!!” His mother continued to shout at him, ignoring his desperate pleas for her to turn around. The goo was only a foot away from her and was moving even closer. His mother turned and gasped. The sight of it brought silence to the room. The silence was broken when the goo, having moved within inches of his mother, spoke. It said in its deep and moist voice, “This room is too messy, even for me. I’m leaving.” With that, the goo slipped out the door and was never seen again.
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