I just wrote this story. There is a website devoted to these stories actually, but this one is mine. Hopefully it gets put up on there. It'd be pretty nice.
One evening during the particularly cold winter of last year I was working late. My classroom, which is on the third floor nearest the teacher's lounge, was warm and wreaked of coffee and dry-erase markers. I had gone through at least 3 markers before reaching the point I was at. I was working on the last piece of my theory that seemed to evade my every attempt at resolution. After many hours, and many attempts there was finally a solution in front of me that seemed like it "fit the bill" so to speak. After another hour or so of reworking the solution over and over and over and I came to the realization that I'd solved the problem. This theory was more than just a math problem. You see, I am the head of the physics department at MIT, and the theory I had just proven would make it possible to run our homes, cars, businesses, cities, everything on small, fail-safe, cold-fusion reactors. You can imagine the overwhelming joy I felt as I had single-handedly solved the energy crisis of this generation. I had to share this with someone. I walked hurriedly down the hall to my colleague Gene Hartman's office, praying he was there. With a sigh of great relief I saw his light on; he was in his office. He had been working late this evening grading papers when I knocked on his door. He welcomed me in and I excitedly told him what had happened, his eyes widening at every detail. After I finished we started towards my office. First we walked, but it very quickly evolved into a fast jog back to my dry-erase board that currently held the solution to the world's need for energy. We had no breath to speak about the possibilities if it was indeed correct. Still winded Gene stared in amazement at the genius of the solution. "Simplicity that even God would appreciate." He started again slowly, "I...I need some coffee. We're not sleeping tonight." As he turned the corner and left the classroom I noticed something moving at the back of the room. There was a man standing in a dark corner. Had he been there all night? How long has he been watching? As he melted out of the shadowed recess it was as if he had been part of the darkness. My heart raced. Stunned, I could not speak. I was struck with horror as I started to recognized this man's bearded face. Slowly stepping into the light revealing small details of his face at a time; his hood kept the light from his eyes. First the light revealed his chin, then his mouth, and by the time the light showed me his nose I knew. I knew it was none other than Bill freaking Murray. He pulled back his hood. At this point I am standing at the door nearly 10ft from the solution that would make me famous and save the world from the grip of a dependency on petroleum. Bill was more than 20ft away just behind the 6th row of chairs. As if with super-human speed he approached the board before I could blink, and the board was empty. I hear Gene coming down the hall but I still can't speak. So quickly I couldn't see it happen Bill was putting himself out of the open window preparing to lower himself down. The cold breeze was chilling on me as I was not dressed for it indoors. I ran to the window to see if he had fallen, and from the ground floor he looked me dead in the eyes, those cold eyes. With a complex look akin to that of a deer in my headlights he whispered quietly so that I could just barely hear him, "No one will ever believe you," and like an apparition he was gone.
Leave me with your thoughts on this story. i'm going to be writing more of them.
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