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Writing Prompt: You wake up in an infinite white room with nothing but yourself and a piece of paper that says "You have been banned from existence." What are you going to do? What's running through your mind? What did you do to get there? Make me feel like I'm right there next to you having the adventure with you. Have fun and tag me!
Ended September 1, 2018 • 18 Entries • Created by Clarity
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Writing Prompt: You wake up in an infinite white room with nothing but yourself and a piece of paper that says "You have been banned from existence." What are you going to do? What's running through your mind? What did you do to get there? Make me feel like I'm right there next to you having the adventure with you. Have fun and tag me!
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Mavia in Sci-Fi
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“Banned from Existence”

Do you need something

—says this white noise

from between my lines

like a soundless scratch

across a blank slate

laughing so blindly in

my unschooled face 

as it echoes from behind 

the whiteboard of my mind

Say, there, naivete—

you who so wanted out!

isn’t this the sterile-gauze

egg-white meringue-life

you have wished for? or

is it not cracked up to be

all of what you had once

imagined when insisting

on just being left to yourself?

How does your free-choice run

—in its self-imposed sentence?

now that you’re banned from all 

of so called everyday Existence!

in this whitewashed room

stuck with your stark cold

illusions of endless peace and...

with your whole Unresolve locked

into the tide of its little white lies

#WhiteRoomBannedFromExistence #Challenge

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Writing Prompt: You wake up in an infinite white room with nothing but yourself and a piece of paper that says "You have been banned from existence." What are you going to do? What's running through your mind? What did you do to get there? Make me feel like I'm right there next to you having the adventure with you. Have fun and tag me!
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Mnezz in Sci-Fi
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THE BAN.

Eyes opened. I was in an endless well lit white room. Was this some kind of prank? I scanned the room and found a small piece of paper on top of a glass counter that was right behind me. It has a short message written in a bold, cursive handwriting~ ‘‘You have been banned from existence.’’ I checked the back side of the paper, nothing. It was blank. No other message, but only the banned from existence notice. I looked to see if there were any cameras around me. There were none.

I tried to run in one direction, and find an exit. It felt like I was running in circles. I stopped & found that I was back at the same spot, near the glass counter. ‘Urg!’ I crouched down and thought about who could be responsible for carrying out this odd experiment. Or why they decided to carry it out on me?

Suddenly, my mind raced and most of my past memories flooded through my mind. The one that made me get back up was the one that reminded me why I was probably brought into this white room. I took a couple of deep breaths. There was no way I would let them keep me here for good. I wasn’t going to let them win.

I knew what I had to do next. I clasped my hands and concentrated. With my eyes shut, I focused my energy on opening a doorway back to my own time. When I opened my eyes, I was glad that it had worked. Whoever had decided to ban me was going to be in for a shock. I walked right through the doorway and it closed once I passed through it. I was so happy to be back home.

#TheBan

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Writing Prompt: You wake up in an infinite white room with nothing but yourself and a piece of paper that says "You have been banned from existence." What are you going to do? What's running through your mind? What did you do to get there? Make me feel like I'm right there next to you having the adventure with you. Have fun and tag me!
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ARC9 in Sci-Fi
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Banned from existence you sure?

Hmmm now lets think for a minute. I'm awakening in an infinite white room with a letter addressed to me saying "You have been banned from existence". I'll respond to sender of the piece of paper and write back why am I here though? Why do I know I am existing right now? Shouldn't I be atoms right now? P.S: To whomever wrote this paper l know you brought me here or at the very least know that I'm here. Is this another gameplay of life this time without the narrator?Then I'll walk away and find something to do.

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Writing Prompt: You wake up in an infinite white room with nothing but yourself and a piece of paper that says "You have been banned from existence." What are you going to do? What's running through your mind? What did you do to get there? Make me feel like I'm right there next to you having the adventure with you. Have fun and tag me!
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Telka in Sci-Fi
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stuck in nothingness

I've been banned from existence

I feel that's unfair

I feel tension tangling through me

I feel the silence in the air

When I look around

All I see are blank spaces

A world of white dimension

A world without faces

I feel like I can't remember now

My loved ones I once knew

Their appearances are unknown to me

And I feel empty all the way through

It's just blank and blank and blank

And blank

I wanted to be nothing

That was a mistake

And now I'm stuck

In this lonely white

I've lost all senses

I'm losing sight

I'm losing my might

And cannot find

My soul is lost

I've lost my mind.

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Writing Prompt: You wake up in an infinite white room with nothing but yourself and a piece of paper that says "You have been banned from existence." What are you going to do? What's running through your mind? What did you do to get there? Make me feel like I'm right there next to you having the adventure with you. Have fun and tag me!
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AndyDrew in Sci-Fi
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I Should’ve Killed Satan

Who turned the light on? Darnit can’t anyone let a soul sleep?

I roll over and pull my shirt over my face.

Man, my bed has gotten really uncomfortable. And where’s my pillow? Dangit what now?

I sit up and look around. The white so bright and blinding and infinite and boring. There’s nothing fun or interesting about whiteness. It’s just there.

Does this have to do with trying to kill God? I wonder vaguely.

I can’t help it he tried to drag me away from the fight. I was winning that freaking thing.

I get to my feet and look at myself. I’m wearing the lower levels of military fatigues. The short sleeve tan shirt, digital camoflauge pants, boots. Is he taunting me?

I notice some black in the infinte whiteness. Infinite whiteness, I feel some cruel humor going on. Isn't it supposed to be infinite blackness? I reach down and grope around for the edge of the paper on the floor. I can't see the edge because it's just a white as the floor.

Is it the floor? I feel like I'm rightside up but I'm looking down...

I stand straight and find that the paper now appears to be floating on some wall infront of me. So physics isn't working. Go figure.

I lean in closer and squint at the paper. The room suddenly gets darker and shadowy.

"You've got to be freaking kidding me," I grumble as the words become illegible. Several seconds later it lightens back up and I hear some thundering. There's a bright flash of yellow light for a fraction of a second. Lightning.

I lean in and read the paper.

"You have been banned from existance."

"Whelp, that's my luck," I sit on the 'ground' and cross my legs.

"If you let me kill the guy I wouldn't have tried to kill you you know!" I scream into the emptiness. "Then you sent me to Satan and he pissed me off so I tore that ugly horn off his head and stabbed him with it!" I smirk at the memory. His red face went deathly pale.

"That's why I'm here ain't it?" I yell, "'Cause not even Satan would take me?" Another lightning blast. I realize my hair is on-end. As if someone rubbed a balloon over my head.

"If you let me finish it I'll do whatever you want me to! I'll even sit up here in this joke if you want. Just let me finish!"

The whiteness infront of me dissapears and I am looking at the bright blue sky and then the green of the ground. But it is shrouded in greyness and storms. It's raining. More lightning.

"Uh, wrong part of the world God." The cloud closes. I realize I'm moist.

"This is a joke, isn't it? 'Cause I'm not laughing." I sit down.

"I'm not moving until you take me back."

But now the storm is over. And he is no longer.

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Writing Prompt: You wake up in an infinite white room with nothing but yourself and a piece of paper that says "You have been banned from existence." What are you going to do? What's running through your mind? What did you do to get there? Make me feel like I'm right there next to you having the adventure with you. Have fun and tag me!
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Sown_Laughter in Sci-Fi
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A lost Existence

My mind, if you can call it that, or.. I guess, If I can call it that?

It's dancing like tango with out a partner..

Not throbbing more floating.. Twisting, divided, impaired..

Am I intact? Or formless, but I think well enough..

Even, I contemplate being evenly apart; disjointed but, no joints to speak..

My mind rests on the word joint, and a cacophony rushes in my mind rebounding the words of thought Pot-Plant-Canibus-Bus-Sub-Bun-Sun-Star-Moon-Night..

ughngh..

I feel like a figment, is this what an Imaginarium is..

Raw thoughts becoming like a feeling; or... where I am, .. am I?

am I but a shadow, or not?

I see a bright emptiness, well sort of..

It's more like A outstretched whiteness. A box expanding and contracting like a breath, & in the second I think that I see a square room.

The room becomes a circle.

Then If I think the room is like a circle, then it forms back into a cube likeness, but different.

This time a trapezoid

no a cone..

But the feeling that time does not exist lingers.. Do I exist? Am I?.. another cacaophony forms in my mind.. I.. I-Eye-Sight-see-blind

I visualize down, I feel a etching a tablet, of paper? It is smooth with embossed rough textures, I scan over it in my mind.

Words form not as cognition exactly, but a feeling of omission & warning. The feeling becomes stronger, powerful even.. A wholeness of revocation's with name's that even word's have forgotten.

Unknowns, all as if screaming a angry letter.

My mind throbs.. I feel the impact of the transmission.

I Have been... BannedRevokedDevoidOmitedDisallowedAdmittedReposed..

ArgghhHhh My mind!!. So-o many names & symbols; so much invalidation all pointing to remiss and me..

What did I do... .. … What was the Cause.. Effect-Motion-Reason-Place-Person-Thing.. ..

Candles.. Plasma Light-nignngh

*!*

I,.. I was a scientist..

I delved into the study of polarity.

Not polarity like a fraction of electric and thermionic reactions.. no, I mean deeper.

I mean, the dissection of the root of morality as a energy that grants choice.

The sense beyond senses, beyond the sapience; behind the psychology & the ID & the EGO.

Not formulations of cause and effect; but the frames of dimensional choices itself in itself.

The existence, of choice..

I was working with water fire and the iron in plasma.., some of the steps more vague than the rest..,

perhaps I am limiting my own self from the folly of finding such a predicament.. the rest I recall of the experiment is a current runs through, then a shifting and merging of electromagnetism etcetera...

Ugnh.. My pain is less than before, perhaps I am adapting to this stasis..

A set of syntheses, I had been working on at the time.

A gate..

A gate.. An electrified vortex from bending the fabric into inverted subspace perforates into itself, like some proverbial Alice's rabbit hole..

and being the sole soul I am..

I went through and throughout wonderland.

In a sense, I went and I saw God or perhaps the reflection..

The web of all, the Hive, the infinite outstretched possible; form and reform.

I can only describe it like Tesla himself has said about the storm's he had meditated to in the Hotel on a stormy night..

Talking of the sounds and voices in the lightning and thunder itself, as if speaking in plasma is a reality of the divide of being and not being.

Where All forms flowing, blood, water, fire, sand, lava, all moving with out temperature's. Where energy is not sacrificed, and survival is not dependent on physical interactions.. Like some eternally expanding husk pulsating, & it undulates the only madness, found in H.P Lovecraft.

Here not as a being of benign or beguiled sanity.

But the linear infinite realm of mind's creating & building paths & paths yet built; which is the insanity, the genius, the Anima the Animus, the creature's, the living the dead, the path the lost; the dream.

The encompassed,.. & The engulfed..

I crossed into this realm, & the door; if you can call it that..

had shut..

My body now a figment of my own complexes..

Where everything I knew, had gained No meanings..

Here lies the truths and the lies as one;

where good and evil are nothing but a creature's nature's.

And a reaction of beast's, is the same as mankind's; a creature one in the same.

I stepped into the bend of all choices formed and reformed, and I thought in a realm of supercomplexities.

My one mistake..

To think that I.. Did not exist, in a place where existence was everything and nothing at the same time.

And all I did.., and what I did..

was think in a foolish Egotism.

..I had planned to write my findings in a book.

For when when I figure a way back, & as any researcher would do. So I wrote In my mind for later notation use.. and so.

Mental note: “I have been banned from existence; from what I mean is, what I have learned in this event. I am about to recall and describe which I found, It will not make sense because sense is a conflagration here. Where what we think to know, we have yet to know. And what I have seen, has undone every perplexing sense that we thought we knew of. And beyond sentience where sapience lies, is a electric reaction of the minds-eye, to the brain's body. Of what I and we feel; Is.. No longer knowledge has meaning; but wisdom to what plane we think is; is but a endless whiteness shapeless shaping canvas empty and whole. A room filled of nothing we ever thought we knew..

..How Ironic that Karma would play myself as my own God, upon a foolish wish of recognition..

I myself willed this paper.

This complex room of inverted wish's..

I thought I knew, and now I know nothing of what I Had known before.

Now, until I thought I knew.

I only recall what I had known is meaningless.

The end

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Writing Prompt: You wake up in an infinite white room with nothing but yourself and a piece of paper that says "You have been banned from existence." What are you going to do? What's running through your mind? What did you do to get there? Make me feel like I'm right there next to you having the adventure with you. Have fun and tag me!
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Techno in Sci-Fi
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Okay then.

I looked down at the paper and raised an eyebrow. I asked out loud to whoever is out there, watching me, "Was this for stealing that chocolate bar from my sister or eating my sister's food?" I sighed when I didn't get an answer. "Welp. . . at least I still have clothing. . ." I knew I had to be alone so I didn't mind talking outloud now. I looked around and started to walk in one direction, wondering if this is like. . . a blank canvas for me to create on. Could I create in this blank world? Make it an new existence?

I looked threw my pockets and found a ink well and a dip pen. . . oh. Maybe I could create things. . . This is gonna be an interesting experience for me. I opened the ink well as I held it in my hands as if it was the only thing left on the Earth. . . wait, it is for me. I giggled and shook my head some as I went on to draw a simple box. The dip pen and its ink changed color with what color I thought of. It was Lavender. It worked like a 3D printer pen. I was happy now. At the least I can create things to make me happy. . . But I won't have no one else in here with me. . .

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Writing Prompt: You wake up in an infinite white room with nothing but yourself and a piece of paper that says "You have been banned from existence." What are you going to do? What's running through your mind? What did you do to get there? Make me feel like I'm right there next to you having the adventure with you. Have fun and tag me!
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Rose0603 in Sci-Fi
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Nothing is Still Something

The paper says that I have been banned from existence,

And it is the only thing that is with me in this empty room,

But I do not know why this has happened,

Or why I have this feeling of doom.

Why am I here, what have I done wrong?

I can't recall a single detail,

But I can remember when I went to sleep,

I had the feeling I could not fail.

Wasn't the day before, my birthday at last,

A celebration of sorts,

Of years survived and past?

Then why had this happened to me?

Then I realized something that changed my mood,

For how could I exist to myself, but yet cease to be,

For nothing is still something, even if it's just a thought,

And with this I realized there was now more to see.

The room which had to exist to contain me began to fade,

And everything cleared in my mind as it all came back,

There had been a crash, and a bang, that night I slept,

The body that used to contain me under foreign attack.

I've become nothing, yet everything, all at once,

And everything is all or nothing to me,

I know this now, as I take my new form,

I am now a celestial being, and one with the galaxy.

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Writing Prompt: You wake up in an infinite white room with nothing but yourself and a piece of paper that says "You have been banned from existence." What are you going to do? What's running through your mind? What did you do to get there? Make me feel like I'm right there next to you having the adventure with you. Have fun and tag me!
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HexGirl in Sci-Fi
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Cease to Exist

I look up at the banner on the wall. As I gaze around the room I see that it is empty except for me and the banner. I inhale deeply and close my eyes.

I see a white, blind light. I cease to exist.

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Writing Prompt: You wake up in an infinite white room with nothing but yourself and a piece of paper that says "You have been banned from existence." What are you going to do? What's running through your mind? What did you do to get there? Make me feel like I'm right there next to you having the adventure with you. Have fun and tag me!
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Zoey in Sci-Fi
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White

The room had to noise, no sights, no smells, no touch.

It had four walls. It was white. And aside from the note gripped tightly in her hand... that was all there was to it.

You've been banned from exsistence, was written in red all over the white.

"You've got to be kidding me," she found herself saying out loud.

Not dead. Not kidnapped. Banned. From exsistence itself, no less.

Unless someone was playing tricks. Unless someone was lying.

It would have been so much easier to figure out what she's done - or hasn't done - to get herself into this nothingness if she knew who she was.

Which she didn't.

Because her mind, it seemed, was as blank and as white as every other aspect of this place she woke up in.

She sat down on the floor in a daze, hugging her knees to her chest.

What now? A voice seemed to whisper in her head.

She got the sense she wasn't the type of girl to sit around in mindless pondering. But then again she didn't know who she was.

Doesn't matter, whispered the voice. Find him.

"Find who?" She asked out loud, but the voice faded away.

She was alone again. All alone in the white.

Taking a deep breathe, she got up. This was pointless, but she'll be dammed if she just gave up.

A kind of knowing that seemed to come from deep within told her that if she didn't try, if she didn't get up and fought whatever it was, she would fade away... alone, forgotten.

And that was simply unacceptable.

She decided she was not that type of girl.

Note: I've meant for it to be longer, but I got stuck so I cut it in the middle '^^

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