Four part story (394 hits)
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Submitted by coindon (View user info) at 2005-10-26 18:31:32 EDT
It started short, but ended up much longer than I expected (I'm not even going to touch the innuendo there), so i broke this into four successive parts so noone has to pay attention for more than a couple minutes or so....
I. Farewell Happy Fields
It suddenly occurs to me that if they had actually killed me I would, in all likelihood, be better off. Ugh, a moment's cowardice and now I'm here: sitting on a plane, white with fear, and ready to piss on myself. 72 hours. All I have left is 72 hours. Jesus Christ that's a long time to wait, and such a short time to live.
The world is moving by and the bus is bouncing those tiny bumps that used to lull me to sleep. Now they just make me reminisce about old times. I lean my head on the cool glass and stare out at the passing trees.
"It's not fair." I hear the whisper come from my own mouth. "Trees are so detached. No pain, no fear, just living."
For that moment I envy them, the trees. They'll never know. All the suffering and screaming and heartache will be lost on them. They will just keep on living- no pain, no fear; just living.
I shift in my seat to try to get more comfortable. The air in the passenger compartment is heated to a mere 70 degrees and I'm sweating bullets. My hands are trembling and for a split second I could swear I see a bruise on my right index finger. It's just a shadow.
Again I rest my head against the glass. I watch as moisture from my lungs forms patches of condensation on the glass.
"Are you in there?" I say out loud, peering closer at the receding edges of my dying breath. My finger traces a line through the center of the patch. If I look close enough I can almost see the prismatic effect of light through the nearly microscopic droplets on the glass.
I am suddenly reminded of the time I made a crude microscope from a piece of folded tin foil and a drop of water. I remember looking at the tail of the minnow I pulled from the river: tiny blood vessels carrying cells through the paper thin tissue. I wonder for a moment what my blood looks like through a microscope.
I chuckle a little and the woman next to me looks at me funny. She's an older black lady. I love the way she smells, like pie of some kind almost. I can see the look of concern on her face- she must think I'm deathly ill. I just grin at her and turn away.
"No Ma'am" I say under my breath. "Not yet."
Now it comes flooding to mind. As I look out the window I can't help but think of the preceeding months; those awful, awful people- and the choices I made. No, the choices thay have forced me to make. The suffering I will cause and the death that will follow.
>>>oh, and I thought you might like to see a drawing I started recently which will likely develop alongside the story.
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Submitted by Saxon (user info) at 2005-10-26 20:11:43 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
A bit of a ramble leaving me a little confused. Maybe i have to read the rest.
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2005-10-26 20:06:33 EDT (#)
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Thanks. I needed a nap.
Submitted by simple_catalyst (user info) at 2005-10-26 19:49:06 EDT (#)
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tsk.
Submitted by trent_nz (user info) at 2005-10-26 19:35:03 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
quit talking to yourself.
Submitted by Caulaincourt (user info) at 2005-10-26 18:39:05 EDT (#)
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Submitted by coindon (user info) at 2005-10-26 18:05:31 (#)
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Again- We may not be perfect. We have our flaws. But as far as I can see America is the best country out there.
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Submitted by ghola (user info) at 2005-10-26 18:39:05 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
"Trees are so detached. No pain, no fear, just living."
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at the moment i'm having a really shitty day and my concentration is blown, so i couldn't really read your story.
i liked that line though. it's nice.
Submitted by shitfuck (user info) at 2005-10-26 18:33:38 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
One part answer: Die.