There's a reoccuring dream i have... where a bomb is dropped and no one realizes until it's too late. Normally, in that dream i've never been able to escape. As the flesh and bone melt down, i've normally woken up. This time, i found a way out.
A school building represents the scene. There are several characters that we must think about, the group of geeks, the mysterious nurse and her doctor accomplice, the "unaware" and a small child mastermind.
The school is having a festival, and the noise drowns out the sound of the drop. The rumble, the heat, even the explosion doesn't seem to wake people up. i turn to see the flames devour the unknowing, and i'm probably too close - but i have a new motivation to escape. Instead of going toward the chaos, i turn down the hallway and see a way out.
Normally, within minutes the radiation has a hold of me... but this time, i'm able to get outside and i keep running. My running was slowed, but this new freedom allows me abit of speed. I run all the way to the outskirts of town, knowing that's where the bomb cannot reach. This is where i find the strange nurse and she asks me to follow her.
Like a cut scene from a movie, i can see the other characters. The group of geeks just picked up the surveillance of the bomb and they are investigating now. A teacher is watching TV as he sees his three year old son playing with a large video game controller. No longer the cute little boy he always knew... but the little boy seemed to be carefully moving the buttons and as he flipped over the controller, there was a keyboard on the other side. He started talking about how he told the government all about his father and their plan. How it was time he did something. The young child used advanced vocabulary and his eyes were wild with madness.
The father and i went to his house where the child was sitting in his crib. The father looked on unbelievingly because the little one was crying. As he wiped the tears away, he smiled. "It was my first mistake... I was finally able to make my first mistake." Hearing that from someone so young, i decided that all hell was breaking loose and i'd better get out of there.
Now i was flashed back to the nurse. The police were looking to quarantine anyone that was in the vicinity of the bomb. The nurse and her accomplice were wearing their respective work clothes so we had to get them out because it looked as if they belonged to the school. She tried to tell an approaching police officer that they were from a different region, but they weren't believed. With a little disguising, we ran away again to try to find the geek team....
~wyn
Sunday, June 25, 2006
Sunday, June 18, 2006
Fellings Free-write (for mature audiences)
too much work, constantly talking and unable to breathe. wish someone was there to rescueme. on a beach, in his arms, safe from the turmoil of everyday attitudees. traeveling to someplace far away, being together, being understood, being cared for, finally someone who cares back. it's been so long, too long to remember, someintone understands.... this is the most important thing.
not much to write about today, just the incrediclble feeling of being understood. having someone know me , having someone who wants to know more about me.
short but finished.
~wyn ^_^
not much to write about today, just the incrediclble feeling of being understood. having someone know me , having someone who wants to know more about me.
short but finished.
~wyn ^_^
Sunday, May 28, 2006
deadly free write
(this one is really not complete at all.. just something i had in mind)
One police officer shook his head. "It's a shame really, she was in love."
"Or obsessive," His partner replied.
They stood over the body of a 21 year old woman. Her legs As camera flashes captured her final resting place, Officer Neil Croady noticed how her skin matched the innocent white of the chalk outline.
"I wouldn't call this suicide, Kev. Look at her legs. What position would she have to be in to get them tangled like that. See how the left one is bent, and under the right?"
"Call it what you will Neil, but we have a job to do," Officer
The note from her night table was not the only one found in her apartment. Perhaps she was an aspiring writer, but these are what teachers call 'free writes'."
your hands, their position, anywhere you want to be. come be with me , here in my arms. how acan someone be so far away, yet so close to my heart? when ever we're together, i feel like you understand whthe way no one else has. what could have brought this feeling to my mind? i've never known anything like this begore.
One police officer shook his head. "It's a shame really, she was in love."
"Or obsessive," His partner replied.
They stood over the body of a 21 year old woman. Her legs As camera flashes captured her final resting place, Officer Neil Croady noticed how her skin matched the innocent white of the chalk outline.
"I wouldn't call this suicide, Kev. Look at her legs. What position would she have to be in to get them tangled like that. See how the left one is bent, and under the right?"
"Call it what you will Neil, but we have a job to do," Officer
The note from her night table was not the only one found in her apartment. Perhaps she was an aspiring writer, but these are what teachers call 'free writes'."
your hands, their position, anywhere you want to be. come be with me , here in my arms. how acan someone be so far away, yet so close to my heart? when ever we're together, i feel like you understand whthe way no one else has. what could have brought this feeling to my mind? i've never known anything like this begore.
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Something forgot...
On the platform a genlteman looked at his watch.
"Where the hell is the train," he muttered. The 6:26 train was already half an hour late. "So much for the sunset. Forgive me, Kahri."
He inched closer to the edge of the platform, like many others, looking for an oncoming train. Empty tracks returned his stare as a fllimsy piece of garbage mockingly floated by. When he moved back, his shadow stayed behind, a painful reminder of what he missed earlier.
"Soon the stars will come out and we'll all play in the dark," an old woman sang. "Dark and light, day and night. 'ntil the break of day."
The gentleman shook his head with pity. Here was a little crippled lady, hair in disarray, walking down the platform singing. Despite the cane and hunch in her back, she had a smile on her face, and didn't seem to mind if people were trying to rush around her.
She was just about to pass him when a woman ran by, knocking into her shoulder. The cane flew into the air as the old woman tipped over. Ray didn't have time to think. His bags dropped to the floor and he jumped onto the tracks to catch the little woman. He only thought of her silence as the train horn blew.
"Let's go," he mumbled and ducked under the platform, the little body cradled in his arms.
"Dark and light, day and night," the old woman continued her song.
Ray set her down on a bundle of old newspapers and brushed off his own pants. She didn't look hurt, and looking closer, the hump was gone. 'Now I must be seeing things' he thought. He rubbed his eyes and looked again. Now her hair was neat. It was hard to tell the difference, but somehow she looked younger.
"I guess we missed the train," maybe conversation would explain things.
"'ntil the break of.... Oh no, we caught the train, Ray, we caught it just in time."
"But we're under the.... How did you know my name?"
The woman smiled. "Oh, excuse my manners. Please, call me Kat. I've known you for a long time, Ray, but it seems you've forgotten me. But we'll talk about that later. Let's be on our way."
Still stunned, he nodded and took her outstretched hand. 'Who was this woman and how does she know me... Did she look familiar... Why was she old before, but now she's my age....' He questioned silently. "Where are we going?"
"We're going to find your strength."
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Distance was easy to measure from the high seat of the traveling princess. Her eyes swept over the mountains and rivers they crossed for six days. From her hometown, it was
As a girl, she used to travel to the city of Plainwreth during the summer. There were several paths to its center, but her companions chose the one she was most familiar with.
She couldn't believe they came so far, just for her. Most of her court were brought up
Sunday, December 25, 2005
Thank you, for everything! (pt. 2)
Today would be the day. Jeanne sighed and listened for a while, before opening her eyes. She could hear bars slamming, yelling and whistles in the distance, but she’d grown accustomed to it, like one who no longer hears the crickets at night. When she did open her lids, a cloudless sky mocked the seriousness of her final day.
The lifeless black box stared at her when she entered the main room. It remained where she left it, on the table, and defied her very use of it. Jeanne almost wanted to throw it across the room, but she knew its purpose here, and why she asked for it in the first place.
She sat on the table and stared back at the tape recorder. It was time.
Record.
“I returned to my apartment, which is strange to describe. It consists of three levels, the the main room is an open square. Each level has its own staircase and the room that day was flooded with sunlight. That’s when she came in.
“I saw her from the corner of my eye and tried to get to my apartment before she could reach me, but she just came up to me yelling like a mad woman.
" ‘Why were you with him,’ she fumed!
" ‘You’re taken, why do you care,’ as if it wasn’t bad enough I hurt him, this bitch was getting on my case.
" ‘You had no right!’ she was grabbing my shoulders now, but her little frame could hardly move me.
" ‘I know, I didn’t want...’ I tried to finish but she cut me off.
" ‘LIAR! He just wanted to be your friend and you..’ the rest was indescribable. That woman looked at me with crazed eyes.
‘You just wanted his warmth.... But you stole that from him!’ “
Pause.
She put the device down and went to the fridge. The water wasn’t changed; that meant they didn’t complete surveillance last night. Maybe they wanted to give her a last chance for a good night’s rest. She let the door to the fridge close on its own and returned to the table. Rays of sunlight were already heating the floor.
Unpause.
“She was wearing a bathrobe. I figured her feet must be wet, but I came to accept the truth of it. She couldn’t have slipped from the landing, the stairs are carpeted.
“When she screamed, someone from the third level came out to see what was going on. I don’t think he saw me push her, or even see where she initially came from. But he did see her broken body strewn across the bottom floor, blood pooling from her head and chest.
" ‘Jeanne... Jesus, what happened? ‘ he asked me.
“Although I opened my mouth, nothing came out. My legs had another idea.... and I found myself running. Through my front door I went, looking to climb out to the window ledge to escape. There’s a trellis-thing on the side of our building that I’ve used often to get to the roof for privacy – it was very convenient for that instant. When I reached to one of the window roofs, I sat there and cried.
“Have you ever had the feeling that your heart was sinking? That you’ve done something so terrible, it-it makes your heart feel lower in your chest? Well, that’s the feeling I still carry with me. The reason I’m doing all this. I wanted to tell Mr. Adam thank you, for everything he showed me... I...”
Pause.
Jeanne sniffled, then wiped her eyes. “Now I have to explain Derek... Damn.”
Unpause.
“Derek was the guy I talked about before, the one who might have seen the fall. He used to date the crazy bitch, well, he still might have but the way we were going at it, I’d say he lost interest...” Jeanne smiled and laughed at that.
“Derek worked on cars at the mechanic’s shop downstairs from our apartment. He always smelled of oil and tires when he came home. Even though he was going out with the crazy bitch, her name was Marianna, we didn’t let our looks to each other go unnoticed. So, we fooled around once or twice, it meant nothing, just fulfilling our basic instincts, and remained friends.
“When I was out on the roof, crying, Derek came up to see if I was okay. When he offered that greasy hand to help me down, I realized the mistake I made. Marianna wasn’t talking about Adam earlier. I pushed her because I thought she was blaming me for Adam’s sadness. Since that wasn’t the case, it was time to turn myself in.
“I accepted Derek’s hand and climbed off the roof. The police were already downstairs and he turned to me:
" ‘Are you sure you want to go down there?’
" ‘Yeah...’ was all I can remember saying.
“The police were waiting for me, and they seemed surprised that I was the one coming forward. I turned toward Derek and thanked him, to which he replied:
“ ‘Just returning the favor. Please, take care of yourself.’ And the police took me away.”
STOP.
A knock at the door startled her. “I’m done,” she answered. Sliding the tape recorder across the table, she whispered “I’m done...”
Keys jangled at the lock, and the cell door opened.
“It’s time Miss ...”
“I’m ready,” she interrupted.
Although this was off her chest, she still felt remorse. Stiffly, she held out her arms to be cuffed and they led her away from the cell. Since she was completely cooperative with the police, she was offered two requests before her execution. Jeanne asked for a bottled water, and a device to record her confession.
True, she was being held because of the murder of Marianna Kensington, but this sentence was only fitting for her behaviour. The act of rejection was truly the worst crime of all.
The lifeless black box stared at her when she entered the main room. It remained where she left it, on the table, and defied her very use of it. Jeanne almost wanted to throw it across the room, but she knew its purpose here, and why she asked for it in the first place.
She sat on the table and stared back at the tape recorder. It was time.
Record.
“I returned to my apartment, which is strange to describe. It consists of three levels, the the main room is an open square. Each level has its own staircase and the room that day was flooded with sunlight. That’s when she came in.
“I saw her from the corner of my eye and tried to get to my apartment before she could reach me, but she just came up to me yelling like a mad woman.
" ‘Why were you with him,’ she fumed!
" ‘You’re taken, why do you care,’ as if it wasn’t bad enough I hurt him, this bitch was getting on my case.
" ‘You had no right!’ she was grabbing my shoulders now, but her little frame could hardly move me.
" ‘I know, I didn’t want...’ I tried to finish but she cut me off.
" ‘LIAR! He just wanted to be your friend and you..’ the rest was indescribable. That woman looked at me with crazed eyes.
‘You just wanted his warmth.... But you stole that from him!’ “
Pause.
She put the device down and went to the fridge. The water wasn’t changed; that meant they didn’t complete surveillance last night. Maybe they wanted to give her a last chance for a good night’s rest. She let the door to the fridge close on its own and returned to the table. Rays of sunlight were already heating the floor.
Unpause.
“She was wearing a bathrobe. I figured her feet must be wet, but I came to accept the truth of it. She couldn’t have slipped from the landing, the stairs are carpeted.
“When she screamed, someone from the third level came out to see what was going on. I don’t think he saw me push her, or even see where she initially came from. But he did see her broken body strewn across the bottom floor, blood pooling from her head and chest.
" ‘Jeanne... Jesus, what happened? ‘ he asked me.
“Although I opened my mouth, nothing came out. My legs had another idea.... and I found myself running. Through my front door I went, looking to climb out to the window ledge to escape. There’s a trellis-thing on the side of our building that I’ve used often to get to the roof for privacy – it was very convenient for that instant. When I reached to one of the window roofs, I sat there and cried.
“Have you ever had the feeling that your heart was sinking? That you’ve done something so terrible, it-it makes your heart feel lower in your chest? Well, that’s the feeling I still carry with me. The reason I’m doing all this. I wanted to tell Mr. Adam thank you, for everything he showed me... I...”
Pause.
Jeanne sniffled, then wiped her eyes. “Now I have to explain Derek... Damn.”
Unpause.
“Derek was the guy I talked about before, the one who might have seen the fall. He used to date the crazy bitch, well, he still might have but the way we were going at it, I’d say he lost interest...” Jeanne smiled and laughed at that.
“Derek worked on cars at the mechanic’s shop downstairs from our apartment. He always smelled of oil and tires when he came home. Even though he was going out with the crazy bitch, her name was Marianna, we didn’t let our looks to each other go unnoticed. So, we fooled around once or twice, it meant nothing, just fulfilling our basic instincts, and remained friends.
“When I was out on the roof, crying, Derek came up to see if I was okay. When he offered that greasy hand to help me down, I realized the mistake I made. Marianna wasn’t talking about Adam earlier. I pushed her because I thought she was blaming me for Adam’s sadness. Since that wasn’t the case, it was time to turn myself in.
“I accepted Derek’s hand and climbed off the roof. The police were already downstairs and he turned to me:
" ‘Are you sure you want to go down there?’
" ‘Yeah...’ was all I can remember saying.
“The police were waiting for me, and they seemed surprised that I was the one coming forward. I turned toward Derek and thanked him, to which he replied:
“ ‘Just returning the favor. Please, take care of yourself.’ And the police took me away.”
STOP.
A knock at the door startled her. “I’m done,” she answered. Sliding the tape recorder across the table, she whispered “I’m done...”
Keys jangled at the lock, and the cell door opened.
“It’s time Miss ...”
“I’m ready,” she interrupted.
Although this was off her chest, she still felt remorse. Stiffly, she held out her arms to be cuffed and they led her away from the cell. Since she was completely cooperative with the police, she was offered two requests before her execution. Jeanne asked for a bottled water, and a device to record her confession.
True, she was being held because of the murder of Marianna Kensington, but this sentence was only fitting for her behaviour. The act of rejection was truly the worst crime of all.
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