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Power Strip

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Power Strip
“Oh my gosh!” The young girl groaned when her English essay was constantly deleting itself every time she tried to save it to her documents. She has been at it for a good half hour. She searched and searched for a potential problem or reason it would be erasing all on it's own. There hadn't been a virus detected in her computer at all either. When the computer wouldn't reboot or shut down when she tried to restart it, she bent down to unplug the computer, receiving a jolt of electricity against her finger tips. She jumped back, surprised by the sudden shock, holding her tingling fingers to her chest, staring wide-eyed at it in confusion. I didn't even touch it yet... she thought to herself. Suddenly, from the corner of her eye she saw that the computer screen had changed color, like it had changed a page with out her touching it. Without thinking, she stood up and took a look at the computer, doing a double take when she read it. HA HA, YOU'LL NEVER GET YOUR HOMEWORK DONE NOW.
Unable to reply to the sudden font, she started to sit down on the chair again, hitting the power button on the monitor, trying to see if her eyes were playing tricks on her. Instantly, it snapped back on, all on it's own. NOT A GOOD IDEA, DEARIE. The girls eye brows furrowed, backing up slightly on her rolling chair. Again, punching the power button, this time it didn't shock her too much when it flashed back on. This time is read: DO NOT MAKE ME WARN YOU AGAIN, FILTHY MORTAL...
With a snicker, she pressed it again, trying the computer screens patience, oblivious to the truth in the threat. When the computer turned back on, the screen changed from a lime green back ground, to a bright red: I SAID THAT WAS NOT A GOOD IDEA... it read as one of the cords from beneath the desk, whipping around her ankle, thrusting it so she slid out of her chair and fell on her back side. Two more wires unplugged themselves out of the wall, still attached to power strip and tightly clamped her still-in-shocked  hands together, tightly wrapping around her wrists, cutting off circulation, and stopping the blood flow. Completely in shock, she tried to call to her mother downstairs, but nothing came from her lips. Her eyes flashed to the screen again, the screen still brightly lit and red.
“Wha-what are you?!” She stammered, unable to sputter words above a whisper. DO NOT TOY WITH ME, LITTLE GIRL—AND DO NOT THINK ABOUT TRYING TO HIT THE POWER BUTTON AGAIN. She had to laugh, she didn't know whether she was hallucinating or just going insane. The laughter didn't exactly prove her to be sane. There was no humor in what was going on. She tried to pull her wrist apart, but the thin wires only cut into her skin when she tried. She then tried to use her feet to pull the other side of the wires out of the power strip, only finding herself being dragged back, as the wires pulled her away from the desk. She bit down on her bottom lip, trying to keep from shouting when they cut further into the soft skin of her wrist, little beads of blood dribbled around the wires from her skin. “L-let me go!” She said louder, not having as much trouble with the volume of her voice. OKAY, read the monitor.
“So?” She grumbled when it didn't release her. IF YOU CAN ANSWER MY QUESTION.
“What?” The girl sneered. “What's that supposed to mean?” She glared at the unseeing computer screen. BUT IF YOU CAN NOT, I WILL NOT  LET GO. IF YOU GET IT WRONG, I'LL HOLD TIGHTER.

“What!?” Her voice raised an octave, unable to comprehend what she was hearing.
IN MEDIVAL ENGLAND, A KING'S JESTER WAS IMPRISONED BECAUSE THE JESTER TOLD HORRIBLE JOKES. THE JESTER WAS LOCKED IN A ROOM AT THE TOP OF A TALL TOWER.THE ROOM HAD ONLY ONE TINY WINDOW. THE JESTER FOUND A TINY PIECE OF ROPE. IT WASN'T LONG ENOUGH TO REACH THE GROUND. SO, HE
DIVIDED IT IN HALF AND TIED THE TWO HALVES TOGETHER. THIS MADE THE ROPE LONG ENOUGH AND HE ESCAPED. HOW?
“How would I know something stupid like that!? That's not a question, it's a trick question!” She screamed at the green monitor. As it returned to the violent red, the wires dug into her wrist again. She wondered where her mother was during all this yelling. YOUR ANSWER IS INCORRECT... “Well how 'bout you just let me go anyway, and then you can tell me the answer to that trick question!” RIDDLE. The computer screen corrected, driving the wires deeper, creating a hard line of red through her skin.
“Okay! Okay, just tell me the answer!” She cried, trying to loosen the cords.
IF I TELL YOU, YOU HAVE TO ANSWER ANOTHER ONE.
“Fine! Just tell me! Give me one I can actually figure out an answer to!”
HE DIVIDED THE ROPE VERTICALLY. NOT HORIZONTALLY.
“How was I supposed to know that!?”
WELL, I KNEW IT
“You're a computer!”
I'M THE POWER STRIP, LOVE, NOT A COMPUTER.
“I don't care!” She yelled, wondering again where her mother was.”Please just let me go!”
YOU HAVE TO ANSWER THIS ONE FOR ME TO RELEASE YOU: FOUR CARS COME TO A FOUR WAY STOP, ALL COMING FROM A DIFFERENT DIRECTION. THEY CAN'T DECIDE WHO GOT THERE FIRST, SO THEY ALL ENTER THE INTERSECTION AT THE SAME TIME. THEY DO NOT CRASH INTO EACH OTHER. HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?
Instead of screaming again to the monitor, she sat for a silent moment taking in the riddle, thinking of any possible answers. The pain in her wrists were traveling up her arms, making her unable to concentrate at all. “I...I can't answer that...” She said in a tiny voice. With out warning, the wires tightened. She gasped in pain, gritting her teeth. How much would she be able to take before it broke into her skin completely and perhaps cut her wrists off?
HOW ABOUT YOU COME UP WITH A RIDDLE. IF I CAN NOT ANSWER IT. I WILL RELEASE YOU, BUT IF I CAN, YOU DON'T.  
“O-Okay...” She stammered. At least it seemed a little more fair this time. But she couldn't think of one. Just the other day, she was reading a book on riddles. There had to be one that she remembered...but what...? All she could remember about them was that she couldn't figure out any of them. Then one struck her. “Okay, what is broken every time spoken?” she said in a low voice, wondering how this thing could even hear or understand English.
SILENCE.
It was correct, she sucked in a deep breath, ready to take on the new and stronger pain, when she suddenly snapped awake, lying in bed. Wide eyed, she looked around, pushed her bangs from her face, feeling the cold sweat on her forehead. What just happened? She jumped out of her bed, nearly tripping on the bed sheets, twirled around her ankle. She had to find out what that was all about. It seemed to real to only be a dream.
When she reached the room across the hall where the computer room was, she dove under the computer desk, anxious to see what was up with the power strip.
She poked at it.
Nothing happened to her relief.
She let out a breath of relief and stood up straighter. “So this is what I get for reading a book of riddles...” She laughed at herself a little.   
As she walked out, calm and cooled, the computer screen lit up, bright green, with the power strip glowing...
LOL. i consider this a humorous one. it's so lame. lawls. i don't have time to think of a good story for this inanimate object (power strip) we had to use some item in the class room, it was given to me at random, so i didn't know what else to do. lol. we had to give the item life(in a journal, it explains it more if you really care to know) there's so many mistakes in this im sure, but whatever. :roll:

enjoy this horrible story. lol
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