Writing Interview [PG]

[Blayze]

[size=1]The door creaked as it opened, and a young, nervous figure walked through. The room he had just entered was dark, and had a strange sort of musty smell.

[b]"Hello?" [/b]he said through the darkness, [b]"Is anybody there? Is this where I come for my interview?"

[/b]Suddenly, with a bang, the lights came on, revealing a room painted stark white, a bright neon light illuminating the entire room, almost making the walls glow. At the opposite end of the room, which was much larger than he had first thought, there was a desk, at which two men sat. They were very different-looking men. One was clean-shaven, with a neat blond haircut, sitting very straight, in a crisp white suit, making him blend in with the walls. The other was slouched in his chair, stubble growing on his chin, his jet-black hair styled into lazy spikes, which flopped down occasionally over his face, his body covered by a black suit with a red tie, his outift put together rather sloppily.

[b]"Good afternoon," [/b]said the man in white, [b]"Did you get here alright?"

"Um...it wasn't signposted very well. You might want to get some new signs that direct you to here," [/b]replied the nervous-looking man.

[b]"Ah, excellent suggestion," [/b]said the white-suited man, [b]"Now, would you like to take a seat, Mr Bendis."[/b] Mr Bendis sat down in the seat opposite the two men. He noticed immediately that the man in the black suit had a rather strange odour emanating from his person, a sort of mixture of cigarette smoke and tacky Indian takeaways.

[b]"Well, your files all seem to be in order. I've been looking through them. Very interesting reading," [/b]said White.

[b]"Oh yeah. Thrilling," [/b]said Black sarcastically, [b]"I couldn't put it down."

"You'll excuse my companion here. He doesn't get to interact with normal human beings very often," [/b]said White, shooting a dirty look at Black.

[b]"Now, Mr Bendis, you will either be taking the door on the left or the door on the right. Which do you think would suit you better? Remember, this decision will stay with you forever, so make it carefully."

[/b]Bendis looked from the left door to the right. They both seemed to be perfectly normal doors, almost identical in fact, except for one thing. The door on the left had a white glow shining through the crack at the bottom, the door on the right had a red glow.

[b]"I honestly don't know," [/b]said Bendis, [b]"To be honest, I can't really tell the difference."

"Well, don't worry, most people say that," [/b]said white comfortingly, [b]"We'll just have to take a quick look through your file, won't we?"

[/b]He took an enormous file from the desk drawer and slammed it down onto the table. He opened it to the back and took out a single sheet of paper, with some numbers on it, arranged neatly into two columns. White looked up and down it, biting his lip in concentration. Then he turned his head to the sky, his eyes closed, as if he was working out a hard sum in his head.

[b]"Well, Mr Bendis, your numbers add up, and I'm afraid you won't be spending much more time with me," [/b]said White, [b]"You will be taking the door on the right. We found some blips in your numbers, but these blips add up, you see."

[/b]Black stood up and led Bendis to the door on the right. He smiled at Bendis, a wicked smile, showing teeth that were rather too pointed for Bendis' liking.

[b]"Welcome to my world," [/b]said Black, pushing the door open. Flames licked up around Bendis' ankles, and hideous, terrifying screams echoed from whatever was on the other side. black laughed as he saw Bendis' look of horror, and pushed him through the door, closing it behind him.

Black went to sit back down next to White.

[b]"That's twelve million and one all, then," [/b]he said with a smile...

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There you go, a little short story for you. Please respond with contructive criticism, I always welcome it, and as an added bonus, I will give a prize* to anyone who can tell me what this story is about.


*Disclaimer: Prize does not actually exist
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