The Human Chair Novels & Stories

Someone suddenly shouted from nowhere and Alyssa flinched again " What? Future leader? " she asked herself. Suddenly almost ten people appeared in the large room,,Alyssa moved more closer to Luther,, " You got this,, don't be scared " Luther whispered to her and she nodded nervously " She's,, human " One of the people said and Luther nodded before taking a seat,Alyssa also sat down beside him They all bowed to Luther,,, " You all should sit and stop this bowing of a thing " He groaned They chuckled and obeyed immediately,,

I can feel myself almost melting into it, as I realise just how comfortable the chair is. Sitting just a little too close next to me, Max grabs a small black rectangle thing and presses a button on it. I almost leap out of the chair as the large black screen sparks to life and several people are on it talking about this and that. I’ve never seen such things before! Magic that isn’t magic!

she explained as she punched buttons. Once she was done, a soft orchestra vocal floated in the air from the chair as it began to vibrate. "What sorcery is this?" Thaddeus exclaimed "A chair that sings as it moves. A very wonderful combination." All the attention of the elders was fixed on Thaddeus and this chair. Even himself, with all his wisdom, had not seen such wonders. The soft music of the orchestra was so pleasing to the ears that, without knowing, he tapped on his chin, enjoying the instrumental artistry.

Sade said, holding up a hand. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “What the hell is that?” she asked, pointing to a very unique accent chair I had picked out. “It’s a chair,” I answered. “I don’t know if it’s really made for sitting, but it looked cool—different.” Khloe was standing with her arms folded across her chest, giving me a look that said she had told me so. “That looks like something out of a medieval dungeon slash torture chamber,” Sade said, staring at the chair as if it would attack. “It’s hideous and alarming in general.”

Theresa knocked twice this morning to ask if I'd seen the markets open. I barked at her to mind her damn business. She hasn’t knocked again. The chair I’m sitting in was custom-built for me. It’s larger and higher than most standard office chairs. It’s supposed to feel like the throne of a man whose name is on the side of the building. The chair is currently feeling, if I’m honest with myself, slightly too big. I switch from CNBC to the channel running Mason Stein's morning statement on a loop. It’s annoying how good he looks on camera.

she whispered back in response as though scared someone might actually hear her and I made a face especially because her eyes didn't stop looking from left to right as though she was awaiting a jury solely in charge of protecting the 'Boss's chair' from being sat on to pop out from nowhere. "So??" I challenged with pure disdain evident on my face. "The last person that sat on it ....... No one- No one ever saw him again" she explained in a horrified voice and I didn't know for sure what I felt by that piece of information. Okay, that's insane! What?? He made someone disappear over a stupid chair that is no different from the whole two hundred and fifty rest of them?? He never fails to live u

Yet, that didn't mean he couldn't see the pretense god-beings seated in the shadow. The room divided into two levels, each with its own presence. The lower level covered by nothingness, contrasted the upper level that sat twelve high chairs below the raised dais, each with peculiar carvings and plush velvet cushions. These chairs were arranged in a semicircular formation, and each one held a human with a mask, present. And right in front of him, sat the one with the highest chair, and the one person he had sworn to kill first when he gets the chance.

Bianca’s POV I sat on the sofa, giggling with Charles and enjoying his company. It was different and I felt indulged. A table caught my eyes: it was a modern black L-shaped executive desk swivel chair adhesive height office chair. It was stunning and exquisite, just like a dark night in the middle of the night covered in darkness and solitude. I couldn't help but think of Charles. It would be good to change the office, it contradicted his personality: It gave off a boring and disdaining personality.

There is no reason for it. None that matters. There is a stranger in my chambers. That is all. My steps are faster than they should be. I notice that too. But I do not slow down. I reach the doors. Push them open. Step inside. The room is quiet. Still. I move toward the inner chamber. And then I see her. Kiana is asleep on the chair. She is wearing my shirt. White. Far too large for her. It hangs loosely over her frame, the fabric swallowing her completely, the sleeves falling past her hands.

"In that time, the chair has always hummed. Quietly. Like a refrigerator. Background noise. You forget it's there. But six months ago, the hum changed. It became a pulse. Like a heartbeat. And the heartbeat is getting faster." "What's in the chair?" "Nobody knows. The founders didn't leave records. Or if they did, the records were destroyed. The only thing that's passed down, lord to lord, is a warning. One sentence." "What warning?" Margit's form rippled in the water. Her silver eyes went distant. "Do not let the chair empty." "The chair is already empty." "No. The chair is occupied. Something is sitting in it. Something we can't see. Something that has been sitting there since before the H