The Last Day of "His Life" (386 hits)
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Submitted by Mike Hawk <thepoet03.at.gmail.com> (View user info) at 2005-04-28 05:02:02 EDT
Part One: The Jumper
Far below the police sirens were blaring. Their pale lights were nothing to him but streams shooting upwards to a paler still moon. The S.W.A.T. team was already on the 20th floor and soon they would be on the roof. He took a step forward and stared downward into the abyss; it was all a blur.
His glasses lay broken seven or eight paces back. It wouldn't be long now till the was sidewalk painted. He closed his eyes and spit, he imagined the spit falling slow at first then gaining speed quicker and quicker hurtling downwards and then. He imagined it hitting a police car with a mighty force. He chuckled a little, damn pigs.
A door opened behind him. He smiled turned around and said "Sorry boys J isn't here he's gone home leave me alone." A dozen S.W.A.T. members flooded the roof and surrounded him. He had been in worse situations and that's why he knew he could escape. Maybe that's why he wanted to give it all up. It was all too easy, it had just lost it's appeal, the flare, and the thrill of it all.
They all raised their guns at him and his smile just grew wider. 'No more negotiations' he thought. There would be no more talks of this or that. This was sort of like the last stand before the last fall. He tuned back around and took one final look over the edge. He peered long and hard that last time eyes squinting a little as he tried to make out the shapes of things far below.
He leaned forward and a dozen bodies hit the floor behind him. He sort of just started to fall off the roof of the building and as he did this he recalled something he once heard someone say "your life flashes before your eyes before you die." All that came to him was the events of today, the day it all went it hell...
When he woke up that morning, he knew it was going to be a shit day. He got up with a fucking horrible hangover and horrible skank cooking him breakfast. Well at least the bitch could cook and suck a dick he found out, or 'remembered' one or the other after breakfast. Well it doesn't sound bad but she reeked of a foul stench. The odor burned his nostrils for half the morning. When the hoe had dressed and left he showered, got dressed, and promptly sat down in front of the T.V. to see what was going on in this little world of his.
There was the president of the US on channel 104 and what looked to be some asshole raping some chick on channel 485. Over 6 billion channels and still nothing on sometimes. Each station was a window into someone's life and there he sat as a recorder recording each and every action for every life every minuet. Man if got so fucking boring sometimes. He had all of eternity to watch all of there lives up to the climax when the world ends. When he wasn't watching like a sick perverted voyer he just sort of lived his own.
He liked his world, the women the fast cars expecially this age. Every little thing that he had dreamed up and the best thing of all free will. I mean where do you think that old saying came from, 'you can't rape the willing.' That little thing allowed for his endless amusement and he was always in awe at the creativeness of each person and what they did with it from books, art, and movies to porn his life was always sure to be filled with some sort of activty and built to never give him a dull minuet. When he was out doing something you could always tell from car crashes to a volcano or sunami he seemed to always be there to watch. It was always new and always exciting to him even if it was just the same shit diffrent day.
Even if he had all of eternity he couldn't dream up all the ideas that these little buggers could with 6 billion of them running around. When they did give him dry spells he just tuned in and watched a little maybe make someone hit the lottery so they could do something neat with it or let a weapon of mass destruction fall into 'the wrong hands.' Something always happens because of something else that's called reaction that something also always causes something else to happen. Who the fuck cares what that is called. It was just a big set of dominos that was always fun to watch fall into place. Tune in Next Time...
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Submitted by knucklesnelson (user info) at 2005-04-28 07:52:13 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
GO PISTONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Submitted by rad1101 (user info) at 2005-04-28 05:14:27 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Hmmmmm.
Promising, but a little contrived.
You have a hard time fleshing the idea before you commit it?