Tick-Tock: Boom.

Got to play around with a mystery game of time and setting scenic writing. Turned out the exercise was more mystery than descriptive, but it was really fun. Here's what I came up with. Can you guess the setting?

The void seemed to pulsate with each sonar beep. “Where could they be? Where could they be?” The question looped in Stuart Corrigan’s mind, battling the panic frenzy happening around him. Bodies flew about the corridor pulling streamers and over-inflated balloons behind them.

His eyes fixated on the bottom right corner on the monitor. Would it all really come to an end soon? Each minute seemed to take light-years to pass, and he was qualified to make this grand statement. The clink of bottles and cheap dollar store glasses, the type that his Nana kept for unwelcome guests on the ranch, syncopated with his breath and the rhythmic beeps.

“Anything yet?” asked the head of Dr. Ewan Plitts, severed by metallic door frame.

“No. Nothing. Not yet, anyway” responded Stuart.

Talking suddenly made him realise that he’d clenched his jaw for too long. The anxiety was definitely getting to him. Scientifically speaking, he had no reason to be overly concerned with anything besides hearing back from the commander, but even the most scientific of minds fall prey to apocalyptic hype sometimes. Five minutes to go and still nothing. If he’d had a wife, he’d probably have called her, but all he had was the Spectra and not even they were talking to him. 

Of all the things in life I need, This I Knead.

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