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Posted 11/10/08 , edited 11/11/08
In this space you can write weird stories, or it maybe not that weird, but strange enough to be a fantasy, and it can be based on a personal experience, with a little spice on it for the reader, just don't push yourself and consider it a writing training and a meditation !
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Posted 11/11/08 , edited 11/11/08
Journey..

good morning ! I was in the car when I first recognize my being, somewhere in that lousy car rolling around myself in high speed, always soaked with oily stuff, I was doing my job properly with the nation of Steel Machina Car World, when we getting hotter with angry the car went faster, that lousy piece of trash !
Hi, good afternoon, we are getting hotter than anytime before and the car world was unstable, we are all in danger ! the wise Machina keep telling us not to worry, the great maker is perfect and the car world will last forever..and something happen in the midst of the Machina speech, I was thrown outside the world rolling unlimited times around myself.. at that moment I came to recognize the other part of the truth : I was THE essential part down there, while I was running in the sky I thought of the Machina and doubted the perfection of our system, I thought of the car world not perfect without me, never...
I'm seeing the car from outside heaven, crashing and burning and the blue color is getting blacker, the Man, a higher being known to us as the mastermind, the one who have something to do with our creator, is down on the ground with his red oil running all over the street..
after rolling for some time in the sky I'm heading again to the ground, I was thinking that something went wrong with the perfect creation that caused our doom, am I the only survivor of our nation, there must be something wrong ! I kept falling and the earth is getting closer like hell, I'm fallen to some big scrap truck of the military, I was horrified by the scenes of death and twisted metals burned with sulfur and gun powder and other beautiful mechanic creations with many bullet holes in it, I believe that bullets are the worst of our kind, and the fastest (that's why we hate them) I'm feeling thirsty with my oil getting dry and greasy, where are you my Machina ?
good evening ! where am I now ? this place is not comfortable, I feel some ill natured atmosphere around, this heat is not like any heat before, it's the hell of the creator, what's going on ? oh, I will be transformed into a bullet !
-the day ends-
perfectly !
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Posted 11/12/08
he was ready, but his eyes were closed, when he opened them he saw darkness, he was standing for long time on a freezing ground, now he know why he couldn't see....
the bandage around his head covered his eyes, he was ready for the firing squad to end the darkness..
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Posted 11/16/08
the longest shift..

Oh, I've forgot my medicine..what else can be worse that forgetting my medicine, so I ran from house, I was late and I didn't sleep for 2 days, I really worked my mind hard that night, with a hell of searching and browsing the websites, so, I was in the street while people are preparing to go to their works, I got my cigarettes, that's all I need to make the day possible, I don't feel hungry, nor drowsy, I just had the feeling of some hidden anger, some tired soul that's not preparing to fight, while I was in the bus I was asking myself : why is this world so noisy ? the noise is frustrating me more than that guy who collect garbage in the rain outside. so crowded, the streets are crowded and boiling and the dirty cold air of the city is flowing and making his own schemes against these lousy people...
so I'm at work,on time, smoking, fighting customers and sleep, I'm shouting at everybody. I don't like anyone today, and at 9:00 I'm eating breakfast with a lot of pepper in it, hope to make me stay awake a little, drinking a cup of thick Coffey that tastes like petrol, I can feel that pain in the throat, that pain that tells me that I'm here, now, with no exit to freedom.. more fights with customers, more cigs, more tension, and less medicine, the only thing I really in need now is the pill, that tiny little green pill..and I'm asking myself again: is there any hope for that world ? with all these miserable customers with their wives and kids and girlfriends and their lousy sad faces, civilization has been sleep for so long that many of these lousy faces found shelter and safety and shadow and food, so they began to produce children, filling the world with misery, in the lack of struggle they are like a flock eating and sleeping and having fun with other lousy females..so I'm in the middle of some absurd questions and the strange feelings began..
it's afternoon and I made it alive, more cigs, and I just want to close my eye..no customers for this time of day, dead hours ! and here I am, putting a little carpet on the floor and sleeping, I close my eyes, falling to some beach and voices are calling for things and I wanted to reply but some feeling got all of my senses, I open my eyes, and someone came in, a girl of teens, a happy looking girl wanting some coke, she paid for it and I'm back to carpet, I'm closing my eyes to see numbers, big numbers flowing all around and some tea mugs hitting each other, wow, I'm hallucinating, that makes me feel bad, so I stood up on a legs that I can't feel anymore, another wave of customers, this time I didn't feel anything, the withdrawal symptoms are surrounding my soul like a big anaconda, I got out from the shop, my torture chamber, to a street full of cars, to the pharmacy, the bullies of the area keep asking me : you looks high man, now give us some of your stuff, you looks really missed up....their echoes were vibrating through my aura, I got the tiny green pills, hide them so the thugs didn't get them.and decided to take the pill in home ..
I'm back..working like a blind machine and it's dark now. I feel the aura flowing from my upper body, a tension aura, and accounting leaves no more feelings inside.one hour and my shift ends..
an hour passing like a year ! by some miracle I got home, swallowed the tiny piece of drug, Immediately I'm falling to the deepest and queerest sleep I ever had. I even didn't eat anything..
when I woke up, there was 007's Golden Eye on TV, now I know the secret of the golden eye that has been awake all these years, just to save me from losing myself...
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