I found a wonderful prompt on www.reddit.com/r/writingprompts this morning and had a play. Let me know what you think!
[WP] You’re a retired pro-gamer. One morning you wake up to find that you can perform all of the abilities and skills from that game in real life.
Ernest Heinze woke up one morning to the sound of a leaky faucet. ‘Damn thing.’ he thought as he opened his eyes to stare at the paint peeling away above his bed. He pulled the thin sheet a little tighter over himself, trying to recover the last of that sleepy warmth, but it was no use.
The drip-drip-drop niggled at Ernest’s mind and made him feel like he had an itch between his eyeballs.
“I’m coming damnit!” he shouted to the faucet and swung his skinny legs out of bed. The bare floorboards were cold and he coughed as he shivered through his little apartment to the the bathroom.
The tiled floor of the bathroom was even colder than the floorboards in the main room.
Drip-drip-drop. He pulled the shower curtain savagely aside turned each tap tightly and looked up at the showerhead.
Drip-drip-drop. “Dang it!” he said, yorking on each tap in succession.
Drip-drip-drop. He climbed into the shower to get a better angle on it, and tried again.
Drip-drip-drop. Frustrated beyond words he let out a feral grunt and threw his body into it, bracing his skinny legs against the edges of the tub and twisted, twisted, twiiisted until…
The tap snapped clean off, taking a chunk of the tiled wall with it, his feet lost purchase on sides of the tub and he went down arms flailing. CRACK! His head struck the bath faucet on the way down, and… WHUMPF! The cold bottom of the tub knocked the wind out of him.
The was something wet on his face.
He opened his eyes for the second time that morning and looked up at the water dripping off the leaking faucet. A big drop was forming on the edge of the showerhead. He watched it swell, and fall, headed straight for his nose. ‘Just move over’ he thought, and too his astonishment the drop seemed to shudder in mid-air, then it jumped a few inches to fall just next to his left ear.
Ernest puzzled about that, until another drop hit him in the nose. Then he looked up at the showerhead again and focused on the drops of water falling down towards him. ‘Left’ he thought, and a drop flew off side ways and hit the wall of the bath room. ‘Right’ he thought, and the next drop fell onto the bathroom floor. ‘Left! Right! Left! Left!’ Where ever he told the drops to go, they went.
He sat up in the tub, all annoyance and the growing goose egg on the back of his head forgotten. None of that mattered. He had just realised what this meant. Ernest had just become telekinetic, or so he thought.
He shifted his concentration to the rubber duck, sitting on the edge of the tub. ‘Left’ he thought. The duck did nothing. ‘Right’ he thought willing the duck to move. The duck just smiled its little rubber smile at him. “Left!” in his frustration he actually yelled it out loud. Still the duck just sat there.
Angrily, he picked up the duck and threw it across the little bathroom. It bounced, squeaking in protest, off the far wall and fell towards the toilet bowl. He had a sudden moment of panic, for it was his favourite duck. ‘Left’ he thought and, just as the water droplets had, the duck shuddered in mid-air and slid across the room, like it was on a rail, only to resume falling again when he let it go over the sink.
“So,” he spoke out loud to the bathroom, “it’s only falling objects.” A big smile broke out across his face, spreading from ear to ear. “I know this game.” he said.
He got slowly out of the tub and dried himself. Thankfully the bump on the back of his head seemed not to be bleeding.
The main room seemed brighter and cleaner than it had in weeks and even the aging Chinese takeaway containers surrounding his gaming area didn’t bother him. As he got dressed he admired the gold cartridge trophies arranged above the NES.
He clapped a big furry Russian hat on his head and then Ernest Heinze, former World Tetris Champion, stepped out into the snow of New York City to test his powers.