Unofficial Art Work of Talica.
I looked at the name plate in front of my desk, “Lillianne,” misspelled with an added ‘l.’ I gave it my complete attention, anything to look away from what was going around.
“Don’t turn away,” said our professor.
There was a dead body near the podium. Blood seeped in between the thin lines of the wood floors and spread where its path met the least resistance. Every student in the class had gathered with desks around the professor just as he was about to begin the lesson, and all of us had a complete meal waiting on top of our desks. This consisted of steak, mashed potatoes, corn, and water.
“What do your eyes see?” asked our professor. He paused and took a moment to meet everyone’s eyes before continuing. “Last week we learned how to toy with one’s mind under the effects of an illusion. This week, however, will be different.”