The Paper 2013-11-02 10:35:20
A man looked down onto the paper, dimly lit by no source at all other than itself, it displayed lines of information and the man seemed keen on following it's instructions, as everyone was before. The paper seemed solid yet only for a moment, as when the man took his eyes off of it, the paper folded back into his hand, perfectly into the middle of his palm, with absolutely no visible effort by the man, or the paper, as if the pamphlet was made out of nothing, It was no longer illuminated within it's own mystery when it found itself within the palm.
It defied everything I ever knew about physics
It is a strange thing that we all still have a mailbox, Physical mail was supposed to be phased out years ago with e-mail, Even with all the new technology supporting it that we hold into out hand every day notifying us, vibrating and spouting out tunes from any imaginable era converted onto the digital medium, The physical mailbox still stands there, awaiting something, I have considered it a modern day statue since the post office was nationally closed a few years back, Yet someone still has the balls to throw in as much junk mail as they can into everyone's mailbox in our tiny town.
You turn a blind eye to the media surrounding all these explosions eventually, It comes the whole talk of the town when it begins across states and cities, but if nothing happens and nobody sees it happen with their own eyes the whole incidents begin to become speculation of the town and all is made to be disregarded as petty gossip at first ear.
I went out like any other day to get the usual ten pound stack of junk mail and originally expected to bring it back in and take a big morning shit like usual, It's always deeply satisfying to wipe with junk mail on a lazy sunday afternoon, Except this morning I had barely stepped out of my front door and I see my neighbor get blown to bits as soon as he opens his mailbox, It was simply loud, bright and as I closed my eyes from temporary fear made a shadowbox of his outline onto my retinas, I may closed my eyes but I already had the vision burned in as each millisecond became frames in my adrenaline boosted mind, Running through every bright flash that sent Old Man Jenkins to his grave, I only attempted to remember how it happened right at that moment, Before all the pieces fell from the sky and his blood splattered onto the road and my roof, I turned back to the house and walked inside, My eyes were still shut as the sound could be described as a gentle rain with a few big fat pieces as forrest gump would say, The vision that ran across the mind was simply a male silhouette surrounded by a flash, Even when I opened my eyes I could still see the moment Jenkins was obliterated.
It wasn't a terrible sight to have burned onto your retinas, It could have been worse I thought to myself, It wasn't twenty minutes after my morning wake up that I was on a ladder with a waterhose washing off the blood that had stained my roof a red tint, and to be honest I kind of liked that red, I was just pulling Jenkins arm out of the gutter when I noticed the police cruiser pull up.
Two young men stepped out of the cruiser, one came to my ladder just simply wanting some smalltalk bullshit, He asked me if I needed a hand when I was trying to reach for jenkin's own on my roof, while the other fellow made his way to the small crater where Jenkins poor old ass exploded And announced proudly that He was definitely dead, The first man asked me few questions about the incident before I heard the radio go off for another explosion, It was surprisingly brief of a minor investigation, I waited and watched the sun rise for a few moments more while dragging old man shit off my roof, Jenkins might have been my neighbor But I only saw him when I stepped outside and gather my mail, He would wave and that was it, I looked at his house for a moment and stared at the garage, I wondered to myself what would be in there, But the thought soon faded as I knew the government would eventually be all over Jenkins case, And it wasn't long after I finally got all his pieces back into his hole, And all the blood off my roof that I was in my usual chair watching the news, It had seemed to somehow take over almost all the channels the same few news broadcast, No more shows, No cartoons, The local channels were relaying the same news broadcast, I only gathered one useful piece of information from the entire 2 hour repeat program, That pipe bombs explosions in mailboxes had totalled over four thousand, And that it affected only federal employees, I got up and made my way out the door and opened my mailbox, Just a bunch of junk mail, Which was a great thing, Because I needed some TP bad.
It wasn't long before a new company came around to take control, or as I liked to think of it as a new government, Nothing had changed the days following the initial mail-box attacks, In fact I had not recieved mail since that day, the only bad thing is that there was only news stations broadcasts on the radio, or the tv, If it had a signal it was news, The new government was called Deshler, And in a single day everyone recieved a new mailbox across the country, Nobody seen them get put in, Nobody knew how they got there, They seemed plain, But the material was soft to the touch, There were no logos, no flags, not even wood for the base, Many people attempted to pry the boxes up but everyone always failed to do so, It was a strange object, It was just a solid box made out of some new material, The first day I did not recieve anything, Yet on the news, some states had recieved a mysterious letter, The videos shown on the news were perplexingly strange, I thought about that mailbox, How strange it was I couldn't sleep, I watched it that night, I eventually went out and started touching it, trying to figure out what it was, What it was made out of, I spent an hour tugging on it, pouring water on it, trying to dig it up, it was all useless, I was perplexed and exausted, I made my way back inside and slept in late.
When I awoke my first thoughts were about the mailbox, And something had definitely happened to the state of it. It looked like it had somehow deteriorated, I stepped outside and I found a small paper waded up inside, when I grabbed it, It felt strange, definitely soft but not very easy to describe, I took it out and looked at it, At that moment it seemed to grow larger and stretch itself out, I couldn't believe my eyes, I coudln't take my eye off of it until it was completely open, It was as light if not lighter than a feather, It was surprisingly easy to handle, and miraculously thin, I glanced for a moment at a bush behind the paper and it quickly crumbled into my palm, I looked at it in disbelief and it opened back up, This time more quickly, I repeated this until it was almost instantaneus, It somehow was learning my thoughts, Or my vision, I felt like I had chose it, Or it had chose me, For today however, The paper was entirely blank, I tried getting a pencil and marking it with no success, water would come right off and I could not bend it at all unless I wasn't looking at it. As the sky became dark so did the paper, I had no idea what would come in the mail tomorrow, But honestly I slept with that paper until I found it in my hand, crumpled up the next morning.