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    The White Room
    The White Room
    The White Room
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    The White Room

    By Matthew Normand

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    A man finds himself stuck inside a white room, not knowing why he's there or how he got there. The only friend he has is his thoughts, and within them lies the key to revealing the secrets of the room.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMatthew Normand
    Release dateJul 7, 2021
    ISBN9781005886158
    The White Room
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    Matthew Normand

    Matthew Normand is an upcoming author of the fantasy series, The Runners, and short stories whose genres include but are not limited to Horror, Fantasy, and Science Fiction. He is the creator of Raw Fiction, a platform usedto narrate his stories but also the short stories and poems of others.You can find the narration on YouTube, Apple Podcast, and PodBean at Raw Fiction, and if you wish to have your story narrated, please visit Raw Fiction's official website.

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      The White Room

      By Matthew Normand

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      The room is white.

      In the mahogany chair, he sits but what free will he has is restricted. A man has no free will if his will ends here. This should trouble him. It doesn’t. He’s known this place long enough for the trouble not to be of importance. Once, he tried standing up in hopes to run away into that white, cushioned hope. But his righteous rump didn’t let him. It just sat there. Immoveable. Anyway, he has to remind himself that no one calls it a hope just for the shits and giggles of it. Run far enough, feel free enough, and soon, the path will lead back to the chair, him still not knowing why nor how he got there.

      Never the how. How was futile.

      Futility. Now there’s a fine word, one he would be oblivious of if it weren’t for Rebecca, the lusciously learned teacher from Redfield Middle School. Or, was her name Lisa? Annette…? Scheisse, it could be Deborah for all he knew. Actually, Missus

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