THE hallway. No, it’s not just like any other
hallway because it’s THE hallway. Things happen in this hallway that don’t
happen in any other hallway and probably shouldn’t happen at all. Doors shut on
their own accord and stress is a physical being, a fog that spreads into every
crevice of the corridor. The hallway has a soul of its own. Never able to be
navigated because each day the doors shift, turns are added or removed. On top
of that, the hallway is always either eerily quiet, or the sound of a storm and
tress whipping against windows. No windows exist in this hallway though. Once
inside, the feeling of being trapped fills your mind and your heart rate picks
up. You feel as though your life will end here and no one will know. You wonder
how many have passed away in that very spot.
You run around searching for a place to escape
the creepy sounds and the nightmarish thoughts that invade your thoughts.
Opening every door you see, trying to find that one room that will bring your
heart rate back to normal and your thoughts back to the pleasant side. Every
door you open shows a place worse than the nightmarish hallway. Within the
doors are torture chambers and confines for your soul. Nothing feels right. You
need to escape. You feel restricted to be the person that the hallway creates
you to be. By the time you finally find a way out, you should be committed to a
mental institution.
All hope is nearly lost when you open the last
door in the winding maze of a hallway: The Writing Center. Within this room,
it’s as if our mind is free to explore and is no longer in restraints. It’s as
if a bright open field at midday has been placed within the room, creating an
environment that is so peaceful and full of possibilities that you think a
unicorn could appear and start frolicking with a leprechaun. No thoughts of the
hallway outside could penetrate the bliss felt when you enter this room. You
have escaped the horrible hallway and found peace.
Welcome to the Writing Center!!
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