Imagine yourself laying in a cold, white room. Maybe not white, perhaps a sickly, pinkish version of white. The mattress under you is much harder than the one you’re used to. A clock sitting high on the wall ticks much slower than usual, as if it’s batteries are slowly dying. The attached cord is plugged in.
The door opens and you pull the thin, white sheet on top of you a little higher to combat the chill that enters the room. Three men and a woman enter. They’re all wearing white coats and expensive looking shoes. The woman’s high heels make trotting sounds on the floor, like that of a horse. You realize you’re nearly naked and pull the sheet a little higher still. They discuss things amongst each other in a hushed tone. You can’t make out their words. As one of them mumbles to the group, the others keep looking in your direction. Their eyes seem to be inspecting you, yet never looking quite at you. They almost look past you, reading you like a medical specimen, a scientific patient. Taking you in like another anomaly they studied in their big, thick textbooks.
After a few humiliating moments, they turn to leave. The woman catches you eying her expensive high heels and almost looks as though she feels sorry for you for a moment. As though she’s glad to not be in your place. She flashes a smile, tosses her hair over her shoulder and trots out of the room, closing the door behind her.
You return to watching the clock tick on the wall, waiting for time to pass.
Ideas, good or bad, tend to spread. As intelligent as humans are as a species, many of the opinions we have are not our own. They come from the world around us and then we decide for ourselves whether or not these ideas fit with our current view of the world.
Welcome to the future home base for the writing and art of Elle Zelicz.
Though there are pieces of my work that are strewn all over the internet, I’ve decided to finally begin publishing most of my work in one place, where it can be easily accessed by those interested in reading it.
Just a warning, though; while I do accept differing opinions in all shapes and forms, I have no interest in lowering myself to the level of petty arguments and hate. If you don’t like something I have to say, you’re welcome to comment but I ask that you please be respectful. If not for keeping those of us who don’t stoop that low from having to roll our eyes too hard, do it for your own reputation. You don’t want people thinking you have the intellect of a rock with a face painted on it, do you?
For those of you who do like my work, feel free to comment. I’ve always loved reading the comments that my readers leave for me. They inspire me to keep writing on those days where a blank piece of paper can become all too daunting.