The Dawn of Chaos
Today was a day for change. Anton had started his laundry before noon.
Now this is something unbelievable. Sunday is laundry day for our hero, and for every other person in the UAlbany dorms. His Sunday stress need not exist, for Anton's laundry is now neatly nestled in his dormitory drawers. Daybreak has ushered in a new dawn, a dawn of chaos.
Our hero's predictable life was severely altered by the blazing rays of the sun, beaming off the blinding snow. He awoke, alarm-unaided, to a blastful of retina-bleeching, white intensity. Migration ignoring crows cawed shrilly into the morning air as Anton rubbed his suffering sockets.
It was a new day, a new era. With Big Brothers / Big Sisters poised for action on his schedule, Anton decided to make a fateful call to his little brother. His attempt was met with the robotic voice of his little brother's family's answering machine. It was ten O'clock and the program began at noon. Moments later, our protagonist's silenced cellphone blinked. Its digital ticker read "Unknown caller".
"Who could this be?" wondered Anton as he flipped the phone open and brought it to his ear. It was Anton's little brother, who explained that he could not attend the program today. As Anton went to check for their next meeting date, his little brother filled him in on the information straight from memory. With no Big Brothers / Big Sisters for the day, our hero took a new course of action...
For weeks, since the coming of the second semester, Anton's laundry had grown, little by little, day by day. Mutating in the corner it was hidden from standard view. But the new dawn had arrived, and with it came the searing light that set the room aglow. The new light uncovered all the secrets of the room including the fabric fright developing in a failing wicker containment. Whistling innocently in the corner, the Launder-Beast tried to avoid notice, but the morning light tagged it conspicuously and Anton's schedule wrestled it into a time slot.
Within hours the Launder-Beast was defeated: first drowned, then heated. Anton folded the beasts remains and placed the organs of the once terrifying atrocity into his wooden drawers.
Today was a day for change. A dawn, the dawn of chaos.
Now this is something unbelievable. Sunday is laundry day for our hero, and for every other person in the UAlbany dorms. His Sunday stress need not exist, for Anton's laundry is now neatly nestled in his dormitory drawers. Daybreak has ushered in a new dawn, a dawn of chaos.
Our hero's predictable life was severely altered by the blazing rays of the sun, beaming off the blinding snow. He awoke, alarm-unaided, to a blastful of retina-bleeching, white intensity. Migration ignoring crows cawed shrilly into the morning air as Anton rubbed his suffering sockets.
It was a new day, a new era. With Big Brothers / Big Sisters poised for action on his schedule, Anton decided to make a fateful call to his little brother. His attempt was met with the robotic voice of his little brother's family's answering machine. It was ten O'clock and the program began at noon. Moments later, our protagonist's silenced cellphone blinked. Its digital ticker read "Unknown caller".
"Who could this be?" wondered Anton as he flipped the phone open and brought it to his ear. It was Anton's little brother, who explained that he could not attend the program today. As Anton went to check for their next meeting date, his little brother filled him in on the information straight from memory. With no Big Brothers / Big Sisters for the day, our hero took a new course of action...
For weeks, since the coming of the second semester, Anton's laundry had grown, little by little, day by day. Mutating in the corner it was hidden from standard view. But the new dawn had arrived, and with it came the searing light that set the room aglow. The new light uncovered all the secrets of the room including the fabric fright developing in a failing wicker containment. Whistling innocently in the corner, the Launder-Beast tried to avoid notice, but the morning light tagged it conspicuously and Anton's schedule wrestled it into a time slot.
Within hours the Launder-Beast was defeated: first drowned, then heated. Anton folded the beasts remains and placed the organs of the once terrifying atrocity into his wooden drawers.
Today was a day for change. A dawn, the dawn of chaos.
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