The Blast (737 hits)
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Submitted by Vicousness63 (View user info) at 2009-05-15 12:20:40 EDT
I walk the boulevard, body and mind ablaze under the focus of the alcohol. All around me the sky rains down ruin and the walls of the apartment buildings buckle and smolder like great embers. The blackened city sidewalks are decorated with mounds of charred flesh, once doctors, lawyers, janitors, pedophiles, teachers, waiters... people. None of us are people anymore, even those who'd been so unlucky as to live. I'm sure as fuck not, with my bloated hands and liquor stench. I am one of the living dead, kin to the man across the street from me who picks mercilessly at his skinless chest, screeching a tune to rally the false night, because although the clock reads 3:00 PM the sky reads black.
Funnily enough, the duration of such an event is always spectacularly beautiful. The light, the great white flash of nothingness, followed closely by the all consuming duet of thick black smoke and fawning flame. If it had to be defined as anything other than what it was, I would say that god himself had put on a show for the universe. And the aftermath! My drunken stupor lends me an artistic eye, and the contrast of the curvature of melted flesh with the sharply jutting angles of bones with no owners... it's indefinable. The human form has never appeared so raw.
I remove my eyes from my melted comrades. Their beauty in death has a macabre quality that unsettles my mortality even underneath layers of booze, weed, and spite. Casting about for another, any other, subject, I realize I've reached my destination. Somehow the sight of my car, my first and only car, brings home what needs to be done. I climb in fondly, closing my eyes for a touch and fooling myself into thinking that I'm just going to work. And then they open, and I am again hurled into reality.
The leather seats are now plastic in touch and appearance. Every inch of the old Buick is warped; the frame bows agreeably under the heat of the blast, and the clock now reads 00:00 when I turn the key back. Turning the key forward, I discover without surprise that the car will not start. I stifle the panic rising in my throat as my thoughts drift in and out like a static-y radio, bringing me pictures and impressions of my family. I don't hope they're okay. I hope they're dead, like I should be, so they don't have to deal with the burden of doing it themselves.
My hands shake as I open the glove compartment, vodka mixed with fear mixed with resignation. An eternity passes as I jerk the key. It falls open to reveal a small black velvet box. I am uncoordinated as my body remembers what my mind forgets: that I am drunk in this crucial moment. Still, even though I've never done it before, I manage to load the tiny gun I bought for protection. The hilarity is not lost on me, as I handle the tiny piece of metal designed for my defense.
It turns on me, the barrel pointing threateningly against my temple. I take a deep breath, eyes falling once more on my only equal, the man who'd been flayed by the blast. He stills screams, a haunting warble that suggests damage to the vocal chords. Arms floating slow motion in a windmill, his legs tremble and jerk in a mockery of the human walk. In the comical high that comes only before death, his dance enraptured me. He continued on as though on stilts while my finger tightened against the trigger. I could almost feel the blood and the booze and the memories as they rushed from my brain. And then it was black.
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Submitted by Maddog (user info) at 2009-05-18 13:55:37 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by viciousness63 (user info) at 2009-05-18 13:32:53 EDT (#)
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I don't think I've ever written one non-morbid thing in my life. It's a disease.
Thanks for the 2's, guys.
Submitted by sage104 (user info) at 2009-05-18 10:37:54 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
This was pretty fucking morbid but it IS very well written. I wasn't really in the mood to read such a dark piece but what the shit ever.
Who the hell am I to break a streak?
POINTS!
Submitted by F.J.Bell (user info) at 2009-05-18 10:24:45 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Post more often, won't you?
Submitted by kaos-king (user info) at 2009-05-18 08:05:20 EDT (#)
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Submitted by F.J.Bell (user info) at 2009-05-18 07:53:02 EDT (#)
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Submitted by spuj (user info) at 2009-05-18 07:18:47 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
really great read.
Submitted by registerme (user info) at 2009-05-18 03:12:26 EDT (#)
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Btw that plus 2 was for the story! good read!
Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2009-05-18 02:45:08 EDT (#)
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I read this earlier.
I am now a fan of yours.
Submitted by registerme (user info) at 2009-05-18 00:56:20 EDT (#)
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Roadsong i would like to hear more about the pigs!
If you write a story make sure there's something in the title that'll let me know its the story about blast pigs...... so yer um maybe blast pigs would work!
Submitted by RoadSong (user info) at 2009-05-17 21:53:54 EDT (#)
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Living near a test site in the desert as a child, my mother would wake me before dawn to watch the blasts. The scientists would tell us when the secret blasts were scheduled. The scientists were dinner guests of mothers. She was a wonderful hostess and pleasing to look upon.
The blasts were so bright we had to wear shades..{like that would protect our eyes}.Perhaps that is why my eye sight is poor.
My thoughts sometimes still return to the conversations I heard when everyone thought I was asleep.The adults spoke about what happened to the test pigs that were in cages inside the blast zone...
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Great story you wrote here..
Submitted by NetProphet (user info) at 2009-05-16 14:25:13 EDT (#)
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Thank _God_ real literary talent is returning to Uber. You've no idea how much it's needed.
Submitted by Yozz (user info) at 2009-05-15 14:56:04 EDT (#)
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Don't tell me what to do.
Submitted by viciousness63 (user info) at 2009-05-15 14:55:26 EDT (#)
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Haha! No! Now I'm going to wonder all day!
Fine then. Keep your silence if it means so much to you.
Submitted by Yozz (user info) at 2009-05-15 14:53:45 EDT (#)
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I refuse to explain myself to anyone.
Submitted by SullyThePirate (user info) at 2009-05-15 14:48:01 EDT (#)
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I love happy endings.
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2009-05-15 14:41:53 EDT (#)
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Submitted by viciousness63 (user info) at 2009-05-15 14:36:02 EDT (#)
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I'm a lurker, so I'm aware of who Roadsong is, I'm just not sure why you think we in particular would get along? Judging by her reviews, there are very few people she wouldn't get along with. She's nice.
Submitted by Yozz (user info) at 2009-05-15 14:30:19 EDT (#)
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You and RoadSong should hang out. I have a feeling you two would have ALOT to talk about.
Submitted by BadCompany (user info) at 2009-05-15 14:19:22 EDT (#)
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This kids is why you never try to ignite a gascs eruption from your anus.
Submitted by skrapmetal (user info) at 2009-05-15 13:56:49 EDT (#)
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Submitted by viciousness63 (user info) at 2009-05-15 13:00:16 EDT (#)
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You can't hug your children with nuclear arms.
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But you can hug everyone else's children with them, if you hit the button before they realize what's going on.
Submitted by Fey (user info) at 2009-05-15 13:09:48 EDT (#)
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Submitted by viciousness63 (user info) at 2009-05-15 13:00:16 EDT (#)
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Nah, this is just propaganda to further my bleeding heart liberal agenda. You can't hug your children with nuclear arms.
Submitted by Spam (user info) at 2009-05-15 12:43:43 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
This was actually pretty decently done.
Submitted by viciousness63 (user info) at 2009-05-15 12:37:00 EDT (#)
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If only... :-/
Submitted by TuTs (user info) at 2009-05-15 12:34:37 EDT (#)
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and Father Christmas came and took you to heaven on the back of a unicorn.
Submitted by monkeyswithguns (user info) at 2009-05-15 12:34:30 EDT (#)
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Submitted by SgtHartman (user info) at 2009-05-15 12:27:47 EDT (#)
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Submitted by mystiamoon (user info) at 2009-05-15 12:25:25 EDT (#)
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