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william
william


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LummoxLewis
posted November 26, 2006 09:33 AM bonus applied.

Metrograde

MESSAGE FROM GOD

HERE ARE THE THINGS HAPPENING THROUGHOUT THE DAY:
-Medium Traffic
-Sunny Weather, but Get's overcast at around 3:05 pm, and rains at around 5:24 pm
-No Power Blackouts
-Warm, but gets Colder throughout the day

ENJOY YOU'RE DAY

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~Ticking away the moments that
make up a dull day, Fritter and
waste the hours in an off-hand
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ExTerminator
ExTerminator

Tavern Dweller
I'm the ExTerminator
posted November 26, 2006 10:36 AM

I woke up, mainly to the ringing and buzzing of my alarm clock, so I quickly turned that off, and slowly getting out of the bed, while still mainly half asleep.

I opened my bedroom windows, to see that it was Sunny outside, seemed like a beautiful day, but I could see that in the distance clouds were building up, but that did not really bother me that much, because I knew that today I wouldn't be doing much work, which was a relief, as I am growing tired of all this work, and the stress is enourmous, I really need a vacation, but I also need my money so I lose both ways.

I looked at the time, which said 7:05 am, which was good because I had a little over an hour to get breakfeast and get ready to go to work.

I quickly poured a bowl of Cornflakes, and added some milk to it, and sat on the couch and turned on some TV, and the show happened to be some Russian news program, so I quickly turned the channel to watch some cartoons, although I am a little old to watch cartoons, I didn't really mind, because I would have to get ready for work soon anyway.

After about 10 minutes of eating and watching TV, I got up, washed the bowl, and turned off the TV, and went into my bedroom to go and get changed.

I was putting on my tie when I saw that the time was 8:01 am, so I quickly did all that, got my wallet, gun, walkie talkie, hat, shoes and socks, and quickly got the keys and locked the door.


I got into the car, to see that it was now 8:06 am, so I quickly put the car into egnition and drove onto the road and starting heading towards work.

I put on the radio and the song was actually an old favourite of mine called Horizon, by Tangerine Dream.

I listened to that for about 5 minutes when there was a mild traffic holdup, and I was already late for work, and this didn't really help me much either.

It actually turned out that a car had turned into a pole, and it turned out to be an elderly driver driving the car, he looked about 1000!!

I stuck my finger up at him, and turned off the Radio and slowly turned into the Carpark for my work.

I ran up the old, brick stairs, and the first person I saw was my boss, sitting in my chair at my office.

He told me that I was late and that if this ever happened again that he would consider firing me.

I talked it over with him, but couldn't make him change his mind.

He assigned me some paperwork for the day, and at around 3:05 pm, I could see that it was starting to get overcast, and could tell that it was going to rain later today, which was a shame, because I was hoping to go out and walk in the street and catch up with some old mates of mine but that looks like it will not happen anymore, so I took that thought out of my mind and continued on with the paperwork that I was supposed to be doing.

It seemed like ages but finally at 5:00 pm I was let off work.

I quickly packed up my things and head off to my car, saying goodbye to some of my friends at work.

I got into my car, when it started sprinkling, not much, but I could see that it was going to rain heavilg quite soon.

I got into my car and ddrove off, heading for home, and maybe for some relaxation, because my legs were killing me, mainly due to the fact that I was sitting down most of the day and hardly got to stretch my legs at all, so I badly needed them to be stretched out, maybe by some walking or running, but either way they were killing me.

I got home, and just as I did, it started raining.

I checked my time and it read 5:24 pm, well since I didnt watch the weather predictions for today, I didn't know what to expect, but I know now, luckily I was just at my door when it started raining, which was also lucky because I forgot to bring my umbrella with me today, so I am quite lucky.

I shut the door, checking to see if everything was intact before actually heading in headfirst, you never know these days, with the increasing crime rate that this city is developing, I cannot expect anything really.

I quickly stretched my legs so that they felt better, grabbed some juice, and sat down on my couch and started watching TV.

I didn't want to stay up late again, but I really needed the drugs for me, since I was addicted, I know that I cannot last very long without them, so at around 11 pm at night, I put a rain jacket on, shut the door behind me, and walked to my drug dealer's house, buying some drugs, and finally heading back home at around 11:45 pm, and quickly went to sleep.
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kookastar
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posted November 26, 2006 12:29 PM
Edited by kookastar at 21:57, 09 Dec 2006.

The incipid yawn of my mobile phone shattered the most erotic dream I had had in months as it’s bland drawl spurted forth like the brown mess a baby leaves on the back of a doting parent.  I turned on my side, pressed the button and hurled it at the wall before getting up and heading for the shower.  Man.

I turned on the water and stepped into the spray, letting each drop massage my back and work out the tension that was already building as I thought about the day ahead of me.  The women’s activists were protesting once more about the fact that our dolls were positioning young girls to be passive consumerist breeders *yawn*.  I had been broken in at Barbie, I was ready for anything.

But still, the blah that came with selling toys was nearly not worth the massive paycheck I pocketed each month.  The hot water streamed across my face and I let it all go.  One minute more and my feet were wriggling in the plush shower mat and I was towelling off.

Today was going to be warm, I could feel it in my bones.  I reached for my hairdryer and felt a slight ache in my elbow, Ah, I think it might get overcast at around 3:05 pm, and rain at around 5:24 pm though.  I had better take a brolly.  That purple one, with the frilly bottom and the small butterfly embroidered on top.  Yes, now I just needed the shoes to match…

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kookastar
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posted November 27, 2006 09:29 AM
Edited by kookastar at 09:31, 27 Nov 2006.

I rode the lift to the basement and my morning exercise regime began.  Thankfully I was late so only half the usual number of cars sat in their bays awaiting my greeting.  I positioned the strap of my handbag over my shoulder, set my stopwatch, touched my toes and was off.  The weight of my purse beat against my butt checks as I manoeuvred around each and every car, touching their taillights with the tip of my fingernails.  

I nodded to the two boys from apartment 56 who stood watching, hoping that I would slip and the tender brush of my hand against the crimson plastic would activate an alarm.  This was a precision exercise, one that had taken months of practice with several screams from the overpriced piles of metal that lived here.  Thankfully the security guard, Bill, appreciated my efforts and covered for me.  

Today was flawless.  This boosted me as I jumped in the car and sped out of the car park to face the day.  I turned up the stereo to mask the clank that was beginning to emanate from beneath the hood, and pulled the hair of the potpourri filled Scratz doll hanging from the rear-view mirror.  The sun hit my face, nothing was going to touch me today.  

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ruby
ruby


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crazed swede
posted November 27, 2006 10:00 AM

The usual bustling of plastic and metal awakens me as I stir on the hard cement beneath my back. Looking up to the glaring headlights of a rather large truck, I find the garbage men taking out the local trash. It's funny how they don't really know that they're taking away what I live off of. I didn't dare say anything and stayed quiet beneath my small, cardboard covering. The cup I used for spare change seemed to be misplaced again but I doubt they would've spared me a dime anyways.

So to top of the icing on the cake, my day started off pretty lousy, lousier then most in the life of a street mongrel. I had the "annointed pleasure" of seeing one of the men I used to work with and to make me look even more of a pathetic loser, he dropped a few cents as he passed on by. I'll show him. I'm a person too. I won't spend it on drugs...I won't go get drunk...I'll show him.

The sun is slowly rising now and business men are swarming around the starbucks I situated myself next to. Maybe if I'm lucky someone on their way to work will drop off enough change for me to pick up a cheeseburger.
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   The Brighter the Stars-

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TitaniumAlloy
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posted November 27, 2006 12:54 PM
Edited by TitaniumAlloy at 13:55, 27 Nov 2006.

My eyes drifted open, slowly and painfully, only to be slammed with a sharp regret. I shut them quickly.

It was still early.


I put every ounce of my strength into rolling onto my back. The floor was hard, it wasn't my bed. I opened my eyes again, taking more care as the blood pulsated through them giving me the feeling of early morning deliria. Four lights shone down upon me. Revelations hit me in rapid succession, like a nail to the head, each in time with the pulse in my veins.

"****..." My first complete thought for the day. I was in my living room.

I grasped the couch next to me and helped to push myself up. I rubbed my eyes and looked down.

I was still wearing my suit. Perfect. Don't have to get dressed. A little ruffled, but I tucked it in and stumbled to the bathroom. My knees felt weaker than usual, so I had to use the sink as support as I splashed my face to bring me back to reality. I looked in the mirror. My hair was a mess, like the chaotic state of my fried mind. Hell, my whole face was a mess. I even had a new cut down my cheek. Nothing too bad though.


I looked down at the clock on my scales.
6:05.

"****."

I'm late, I thought. I shaved quickly and dipped my fingers into the hair gel on the bathroom bench, slicking my hair back in one smooth motion.

Throwing some shoes on and a new tie, I grabbed my briefcase and a banana and I was out the door. I didn't even bother to check if that new project was in there, or even if I had done it the night before.

Hell knows if I could remember.

I walked into the lift and pressed ground floor, fixing my hair in the reflection of the door. My mirror was broken as the doors opened on level 12, and another businessman stepped into the lift. He greeted me with a polite nod, and then avoided eye contact. They're all the same... I wonder what this one's story is?

I shut my eyes as my head throbbed; a flash of an image ran through my head for a split second. I saw this man loading a handgun and placing it in a briefcase. I opened my eyes; there it was, the same briefcase.

The door opened and he walked out. My body was struggling to function as my heart beat faster and faster to cleanse my blood of that powder.



"I'd rather Hell than here..." I muttered, greeting Metrograde in all it's highrise glory as I stepped out of the lift door into the street outside.
I clenched my fist as beads of sweat started to form on my brow. So many pathetic lives bustling about in once place scratched at my very conciousness as I tried to grasp the thoughts of so many people.


Abruptly the thoughts cut out as I felt my cell vibrate in my right suit pocket. It rung once, I picked it up. I always had it on silent. Always.


"We can go there if you want, Skyray." A smug, familiar voice spoke from the phone.
I paused for a second.
"Who is this?" I asked.
"Shut the **** up Sky, it's me man. Listen I just got a new boat. The sea we will conquer, eh? Like we said? We're reaping the rewards man, I love this job."
"Look, I think you got-"
"Damn, give me a minute I gotta run, call me, I got a new bust." The man interrupted, and the conversation cut out.


The phone read 'private number'.
I put it back on silent, and into my right suit pocket. I grasped my head; it was still aching. I massaged my temple. I hate my job.


The sun was coming up over the CBD. I took a deep breath and put my arm out for a taxi.
One pulled up and opened the door. I got in, and the driver turned around and looked at me, shocked.

"Langham Road. Thanks." I slouched back in the seat. The driver was staring at me.
"Holy ****!" He said. "It's you!"
"Um. What?" I replied. This day was getting worse fast.
"Get out, man, get out. I don't want no ****." He nodded at the door, looking anxious. He pulled out a gun from the glove compartment, shakily, and pointed it at me. "That's it, man, get the **** out!"
"Jesus Christ!" I said, and climbed out, as the taxi sped off up the road, screetching around the corner.



I don't know what I did the night before, but I had a long walk ahead of me as I desperately tried to put reason behind the events of today.
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Shadowcaster
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posted November 27, 2006 10:14 PM

I pore over my desk at the papers. It is late, very late, yet I do not realize it. A case keeps me awake, instills within me a sort of desperate insomnia that banishes all traces of fatigue from my mind. This time it's a little girl, age 9. It still unnerves me when they die so young. Nothing can truly prepare you to investigate a mind depraved enough to defile innocence without provocation, without cause.

Time passes; progress is made. I still cannot figure out the cause of death; the autopsy was inconclusive. I finally look down at my watch and groan. 5:30, and still nothing. Perhaps a break is in order.

I wash my hair and face and begin to make some breakfast. Toast, just like every day. I wait for the bread to heat and put on a pot of coffee. No doubt it'll be empty again very soon. I hear the pop and shuffle over to the toaster. Yep, nothing ever changes.

I look out the window. It's sunny. It's always sunny on days like these.

I sigh. Time to get back to work. Can't go to the office empty-handed.
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ruby
ruby


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crazed swede
posted November 28, 2006 12:02 AM

The day is actually turning out just as horrid as I imagined in my mind. Not only did I not get a cent out of the early birds, but I got washed down by a flock of teens that insisted that I smelled so bad, not even gasoline could get it out. I can still hear those little ******** voices, acting like they're so tough, like they're on the very tippy top of the world. Well they're not. I'll show them. I will.

"Pathetic ****"
I'm not pathetic! I'm not! I am a respectable business man! Well...I was, I was! It wasn't my fault!

"Disgusting worthless trash"
Just because you were a suit now doesn't mean you'll be wearing it tomorrow, and it sure as hell doesn't mean that you're better than me. I'm not worthless, I'm not! I used to wear a suit just like you, I did, and I sure as hell didn't wear a cheap tie like that. I worked at a respectful job! I did!

"Get a job!"
Do you think I want to be here every day, scamming for generous people's sympathy? If I could just go back...rewind my life just a few years...I could be back at home, with my wife...with my kids...I would go back. I'm not useless I'm not...I just, I just want to survive somehow...just like you do.

If I hear another word, I swear I'll snap.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spot a nervous looking, built man with short brown hair and slight 5'o clock shadow, in a neat business suit, his eyes wandering around the streets where I live. There was something about the way he acted that made me uncomfortable. Somehow...in some fickle way, he reminded me of...myself...before the infamous layoffs came around.
My eyes follow him as he waves down a taxi, getting in quickly. He had something about him, something that wasn't right. I shake the thoughts off as I go back to staring down the people rushing by me with not a thought that didn't concern themselves.

It was then when the same man came bustling out of the same cab he had just gotten into. I leaned forward a little bit, my hands scanning the week old cigarette butts on the pavement. This was getting stranger and stranger. Now the man looked more nervous then he ever had before, and he had attracted a little attention. I'm not sure why, but there was something not so right with this picture. There was something in that gaze that bothered me.

Maybe today would get more interesting if my daily routine as a bum was disturbed..
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william
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LummoxLewis
posted November 28, 2006 07:39 AM

sorry to interrupt but...

THIS IS A MESSAGE FROM GOD
THIS JUST IN, THERE IS PREDICTED TO BE MINOR RIOTS IN METROGRADE CENTRAL, AND ALSO POLICE HAVE BEEN CALLED IN TO HOARD OFF THE MOBS OF CRAZY AND ANGERED PEOPLE.
BE ON YOU'RE GUARD AND THERE IS TO BE A 5 MINUTE BLACKOUT AT AROUND 7:00 PM.

ENJOY THE REST OF YOU'RE DAY, SORRY TO BE A NUISANCE

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violent_flower
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Almost there.
posted November 28, 2006 07:13 PM

It’s Monday morning and it takes everything to drag my *** out of this bed and to a job that I dread. I can already hear the clamor of the city beating into my head. There was always something soothing about the city to me, not now, I hate it. I know that the traffic and “confident” drivers will soon impale my thoughts. Looking outside the traffic did not appear to be as disabling this morning. I lay my clothes on my body not giving much thought to how they look I just want to get to where I’m going.

It is now 6:00 A.M. and I think that I may actually make it to work on time this morning. After being nearly side swiped and taken out by some hormonal women who only has her license because we live in the land of the free not smart, I finally reached my fatal destination. With my head pounding and my bag O crap in tote I flung the door open to the restaurant just so the rest of the workers would be forced to recognize my presents.

The sun was already peaking out but I could feel the pressure in my head so I knew that it would soon rain. Taz was there already; a long time customer of mine that would only allow me to wait on him. He motioned me immediately to sit down with him before I brought his first sip of coffee. He told me that I was his sunshine every morning and that he would have no reason to even get up if it weren’t for my sunshine. He is a seventy-year old biker with no family and a face that has taken the road less traveled more than once in his life. He has no wife or kids and is all alone in a world with many people. I held my wet eyes back and gave him a hug before returning to my hell.  

I could not keep myself from yawning all morning and by the time two O’clock came I was ready to roll. My head was pounding and I awaited the rain, as the temp seemed to be dropping. Taz came by to say goodnight to me as usual and I stuffed my daily parking ticket into my already overloaded glove box. The traffic was unusually calm today and I was enjoying the silence until my phone rang. “Hello.” The other line was silent and somewhat eerie. “Alright ***hole what the hell is your problem?” A click echoed in my ear and I just starred at the phone as the blinking lights made me wonder.

This had not been the first time this month that it happened but it is the first time it made my stomach drop. The clock was pushing three as I plunged through the door of my over priced under maintained apartment. I made myself my nightly latte because they help me sleep, go figure, talk about being bi-polar. The phone call was still lingering in my head hours later so I picked up my newest novel and fell asleep with my head resting on the book.

I awoke to the sound of sirens blaring at me from outside, even though this was not unusual there seem to be more than normal. I leaned out my window and could see a sea of people just pounding down the sidewalk. I hurried and turned on the news. CNN live was on and Metrograde was its focus, “Metrograde is experiencing some riot like activity and it appears they have had to call the mob squad in to assist. I have not seen anything like this in years.” It did not appear that anyone knew what the hell was going on. This was another reason I wanted the hell out of dodge. I shut my window and went back over to finish watching the rest of the news when my eyes were served with darkness. You have got to be kidding, on top of everything else now I have no lights. I went to get some candles so I could at least read but by the time I found them the lights returned. I went and cuddled up on the couch in fetal position praying my headache would go away.


At nine I awoke to the sound of my phone and I wasn’t expecting anyone to call that late. With a cold latte in hand I looked at the number and it came up unavailable again. I hesitated and then flipped the phone and just held it up to my ear. I could hear the breathing and I didn’t ask whom it was I just listened. The dead silence gave me chills and intrigued my detective like nature.  I quickly turned the phone off and tried to dial back the unavailable number just to see if anything would happen. It failed so I went in and started a bath.  

I slowly got undressed allowing the clothes to just fall to the floor in no particular order. The room smelled of strawberries and was lit with candles in about every corner of the bathroom. As the bubbles crept to the top I found myself sinking into the tub with my back arched and the feeling of complete paradise. The hot water was filling every area of my body that had been neglected all day and all month for that matter. Before I realized it the water chilled my body as I had fell asleep and with my skin pulled tight I quickly engulfed myself into my silk robe and into bed.

My thoughts were racing after I hit the pillow and I wondered to myself when will I find someone to brush up against in the middle of the night. The city could be a very lonely place and just as Taz feels, I feel the same, lonely even though thousands surround me.    

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william
william


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LummoxLewis
posted December 08, 2006 11:49 AM

NEW DAY

MESSAGE FROM GOD

HERE ARE THE THINGS HAPPENING THROUGHOUT THE DAY:
-Light Traffic
-Snow all day.
-No Power Blackouts
-Cold

ENJOY YOU'RE DAY

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TitaniumAlloy
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posted December 08, 2006 08:42 PM
Edited by TitaniumAlloy at 14:07, 11 Dec 2006.

writing this at 2am. sorry

The square box on my desk sums up my life in itself. It's relatively small, short, bland, mostly grey, hardly every does what you want it to do and yet I can't take myself away from it.


But no matter how long I sat staring at it, feeling sorry for myself, the report could stare back longer, and the clock was ticking. The black words seemed to jump out from the plain white background of the screen, yet blend in simultaneously in a blur of insignificance. The clock beeped 10am. How I would kill to be somewhere else right now.

Not that it would help.
There's only one thing I can do to help now.




My eyes drift up from the screen as my hands support my head from collapsing onto the desk. My skin rubs against the starched collar of my shirt, the friction causing a rash.

"****ing hell."

Every, single, little thing was adding up and frustrating me more than ever.

One of my collegues, Matt, was chatting up the secretary at the front desk. She blushed and adjusted her skirt in a coquettish manner. How predictable. I despised them both, not realizing for a second that it was all in envy that my life was so pathetic.




The phone rings.

I let it ring twice. The sound resonates throughout my tiny office before I suddenly pick it up.

"Yea?"

"Mr Somerset?" A woman says on the end of the line.
"Speaking."
"Have you spoken to your mother recently, Mr Somerset?"
"What? Who's asking?"
"This is the state police. I'm sorry, Mr. Somerset, but your mother was found dead at 6 a.m. this morning."

I didn't answer.
This wasn't right.

The policewoman continued.

"She was murdered last night in her sleep, around 1 in the morning, forensics believe. I'm sorry to have to tell you this Mr. Somerset, and I'm extremely sorry for your loss, but unfortunately we're going to have to take you in for questioning."

"What?" I couldn't put together a complete thought to put into words how I was feeling. My mother was dead. The woman who has loved and cared for me my whole life, my mother I haven't spoken to in 3 months...

"You're a suspect, Mr. Somerset."
"My mother is dead, and you're blaming me?!"
"We have probable cause-"
I slammed down the reciever and buried my head in my arms.



Kicking back the chair from under me, I stood up from my desk, tears burning at my cheeks.
This wasn't happening.
None of this.


I walked purposely yet aimlessly around the office block, and finally found my saviour; the restroom. I pushed the swinging door wide open and slammed it shut once more.

I braced myself around the sink and stared myself in the mirror. My face was red. My mind was racing against my heart, competing to see which could kill me first.

I would win that race.

I couldn't think. Everything adds up, multiplies, a thousand times in my mind until I can't stand it any longer. I slammed my fist into the mirror and my face shattered into a thousand agonizing reflections. Blood poured from my cut knuckles and drained down the sink as the shards of broken glass smashed onto the floor. My breathing quickened to deep, sharp breaths.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out my wallet. I reached into the coin purse and pulled out a small ziploc bag, my hands shaking as I struggled to get it open and pull out two, small, white tablets.



I throw them in my mouth, and grasp my hand as the pain reaches me through the shock.
The pills scrape down my through into my stomach.




My eyes flicker open.

Blood pulses through my veins and a grin sweeps across my face.







I'm alive.
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kookastar
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posted December 10, 2006 08:25 AM
Edited by kookastar at 12:01, 10 Dec 2006.

Penny

The rankling groan of my mobile phone disintegrated the eeriest dream I’d had in months as it’s irritating cry spurted forth like the repetitive artificial music of a Christmas pen.  I turned on my side, pressed the button and just lay there, considering the best way to tackle the day.  Sixteen minutes later I decided that the best thing to do was to get out of bed.  

Food…

Coffee…

Shower…

Carpark serenade

And then it was full speed towards the first job of the day, Schanzax, where laughter was almost guaranteed.  I pulled up beside the giant statue of Judge Fudge, retrieved the box of samples from the boot and headed inside.  The scent of spun sugar and hot chocolate slammed me, and the laughter of children building a new world with Lego made me smile.  There was still time to dream

This shop was the smallest of my regular retailers, and each time I came here I felt like I was walking into someone’s home.  A family business, a family where grandpa and gramma sat almost as permanent fixtures on worn, brocade sofas.  A family where each customer was treated like a relative, even the ones that you know will make a gathering just that little bit more burdensome…

grandpa: Penny love, come and sit on my knee.
gramma: *slapping him with an oversized inflatable bat* That’s enough out of you old noodle!
me: heehee *sitting across from them on a hand carved rocking horse*
gramma: I swear, ever since he started taking that heart medication, my life has not been the same.
grandad:

It was like watching a vid, this was the exact same banter that had greeted me for the past 12 months.  And it still made me smile.  I gave the horse one last gallop, then dismounted and got out the latest doll accessories as their daughter came, hot chocolate in hand.  An hour later, my stomach hurt, and I left having sold a grand total of $236 worth of product.  My colleagues still didn’t understand why I came here….

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posted December 10, 2006 10:36 PM
Edited by kookastar at 22:57, 10 Dec 2006.

Kachang-ga-bam-ga

I turned the stereo up, the noise from the engine was getting more facetious…

Falling down a mountain…
I had fallen in love with INXS just months ago after a brief but satisfying love affair with six-pack laden Australian. Mmmmm the beer was not the only memory on my mind.

The traffic seemed light today and it was easy to dart between the cars towards my next destination, ToYs R ooRlY.  Heading towards the train-crossing I estimated a 2 min window before the boom gates would shut me out.  

Look a little closer… Sometimes it wouldn't hurt

I was going to make it today!  I screeched past a bowler hat driving some car from the 70s.

KaCHANG-ga-bam-chaKANG

*FLASHING LIGHTS*

And we scream like alleycats…  Tearing down what we attack

I wasn’t going to make it…

My boot slammed the brake pedal against the floor of the car.  Nothing.  

And then it was the sounds of crashing metal and the horn of the train as it struck the side of my car, spinning me out of control, and into darkness.

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posted December 11, 2006 11:55 AM
Edited by RedSoxFan3 at 12:01, 11 Dec 2006.

There’s nothing like a good cappuccino from the best coffee shop in town. How do they do it? I took in a deep breath through my nose soaking in every nuance of the various amalgamation of aromas. The cashier came over and handed me the steaming hot cup of wonder.

“Thank you,” she said with a smile. I smiled back of course. The girl was cute and she just gave me the best cup of coffee in town. As I headed for the door, two other people came in the shop. Almost instantly upon entering, their weary faces and lackluster demeanors instantly brightened. I smiled at them and told them good morning. I opened the door and stepped outside.

The sharp cold air hit my face as I stepped across the threshold. The sky was rather bright despite the snow just beginning to fall. I cupped my hands around the hot paper cup and decided that the air was crisp and refreshing. This day would be a good one I thought. I pulled out my keys as I walked towards the cruiser. The car was filthy. It was almost embarrassing to drive around in a grimy car as Metrograde’s finest. I looked up at the snow again and contemplated how long it would be before it mattered whether or not I was driving around in a dirty car.

I opened the door and started up the car. The engine grunted and hummed. The defroster fans clicked on and quite noisily blasted out what was supposed to be hot air. I pulled out into traffic and headed around my usual circuit, starting at the Roger’s Coffee Shop, then heading down to Bill’s Pizza, Wachusett Market, and by several other restaurants or food shops that I would have to call sub par.

Damn, I thought to myself as the red train lights turned on. The car ahead of me instantly put on their break and slowly came to a stop. I reached for my cup of coffee and pulled off the top to see how hot it was. Hot enough to burn my mouth I decided. I blew on the coffee and looked up to see the train coming from the left. Hopefully this wouldn’t be a long one, even though it always was at this time of day. I put the top back on and slowly lifted the cup to my mouth. As the hot liquid plunged into my pallet, a loud crash rung out, interrupting the morning ritual of my first sip.

No, I thought, closing my eyes as a swallowed. It burned My tiny sip had accidentally turned into a large gulp. I looked out the driver’s side window and saw a spinning banged up bar come to a halt. I picked up the CB radio and called for an ambulance and back up. As I opened the door, and took a better look at the car, I couldn’t tell just how much of the car had been hit by the train. At the same time I was afraid to go near. Body parts weren’t exactly something I wanted to see this morning.

Reluctantly, I approached the vehicle. After but a few steps I could tell that the train had only clipped the rear end of the car starting from about the middle of the rear drivers side door. Another few steps, and I saw what appeared to be an unconscious woman. I opened the passenger side door. Her head was resting against the window.

“Miss?” I asked sticking my head through the door. “Hello? Miss? Can you hear me?” There was no answer.
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ExTerminator
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I'm the ExTerminator
posted December 11, 2006 12:34 PM
Edited by ExTerminator at 14:49, 11 Dec 2006.

The sound of cars, was the first thing that I heard when I woke up this morning, and seeing the clouds, I could tell that it would be a cold, and miserable day, days which I did not particularlry like.

I quickly hopped out of bed, and slipped into my track suit pants, and put on my jacket, which was water proof.

I opened the door, and quickly locked it so that no intruders could enter in when I was gone, and it was likely that those kinds of events happened, because of the increasing crime rate that this city has, it is not wonder that some people are moving out of here, but that does not bother me much, I am a policeman, a cop, I knew how to handle tough situations.

I hopped into my car, turned the key and off it went, although it was a pile of crap.

I was driving when I suddenly remembered that I forgot to have breakfeast, so I quickly stopped into MetroBurger, and got myself a Hamburger with Large MetroFries.

I munched on them, when my Police "Walkie Talkie" started getting messages, it seemed that a car crash involving a train occured, one of thoseold Freight Trains which frequently carried equipment on it, for what purpose, I do not know, everything is so secret these days, and it really annoys me.

I really felt ready for action, so after I finished eating my food, I hopped back into my car, and drove off into the direction that I was told, the direction to the crash.

This was going to be a long day...

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posted December 11, 2006 03:56 PM
Edited by TitaniumAlloy at 15:58, 11 Dec 2006.

My eyes throbbed and the broken mirror turned into a blur. My pain seeped away into insignificance. My skin was crawling.


I didn't care.



I walked over to my desk, pushing past the hot receptionist in my way. I slid open my drawer and picked out my handgun. I tucked it into my side, concealed it, left my coat and walked straight out the office door without a word.


I wasn't taking this **** anymore.


I stepped into the elevator, the doors opening with a confirming bell to reveal a bunch of other boring colleuges plaguing the entirity of the lift. Each story was the same.

Hell, my story was the same. But that was about to change.


The lift was taking forever, stopping to let people out and in. I needed my wallet...
I checked my pockets. Empty.
There was one middle aged man in the corner of the lift, next to me, who was dawdling in the oblivion of his headphones; he wasn't paying a slither of attention to the world around him. But most importantly his wallet was protruding from his back pocket; almost as inviting as a foundtain in the desert, and was going to last as long too.

I bent over in an awkward position, pretending to tye my shoe, and when the door shambled open and close on floor 12 I swayed and bumped into the ignorant man beside me. As I grabbed the wall for support, I subtly swiped his wallet from his pocket and put it in mine, apologizing win a grin. Bad poker face, I know, but I can't help it when I win a bunch of money. Too bad for calling my bluff.


I strode confidently out from the lift into the cold, dreary morning metrograde.
Pulling the wallet out, I checked the money and the drivers lisence.
"Identity:
Peter Samson"
Pathetic. I threw it aside. Maybe I just wished I knew what my identity was.


I continued down the street, and just as my foot collided with the pavement, a car started up down the road a bit. A police car. Paranoia? Maybe. I continued walking. The car pulled out into the street, slowly. I quickened my pace. The police mimicked me, always a while behind me.
Then, a flash of memory, or was it delusion, and I remembered the phone call earlier. They were checking up on me.

I took the wallet in my hand, and stopped. Staying perfectly still, for about a minute. I grinned.

All of a sudden, I broke into a run. The police car behind me took a few seconds to react, before they turned the siren on. I was already ahead. I turned the nearest corner and hid behind the phone booth. The car sped past. I ran the other way, and turned left into an alley. I pinned my back against the wall and caught my breath. My blood pulsed through my veins once more.

I'd never felt this alive.

I clenched my fist around my phone in my pocket, and pulled it to my ear, pushing the speed dial.


The phone rang once. My heart pounded.
Twice. Again.

"Sky! What can I do for you bro?" The familiar voice on the end of the line sounded more excited than ever.

"Hound, they're after me man. They're on to me for murder-"

"HAHA!" Hound laughed. Something about my life being on the line amused him.

"What the hell is funny?" I couldn't help but smile at my old friend, my partner in crime.

"Calm the **** down man, ****! Come around the pickup point at 12 I'll sort it out. I owe you, remember?"

"Yeah I remember." I lied.




I hung up. It was time to run.
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violent_flower
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Almost there.
posted December 11, 2006 11:13 PM

My head was still racing this morning when I awoke. I could not get this silent stranger off my mind that keeps calling me. He invaded my restless dreams all night and the fact that I have to take **** from snowy customers all day in a job that I hate seems to have no bearing to this silent intruder. I flung what appeared to be a day old cup of cold coffee into my cottonmouth and inhaled a granola bar.

With my car parked seventy thousand miles from my home I was having a difficult time finding it. My God I’m going to be late for work again because the city meter maids have nothing better to do but stock my car? I have a stack of unpaid parking tickets just glaring at me from inside my glove box. Everyday I have to drive around in circles using a few choice words at those that have no parking skills and then when I do stumble on one, it’s like pulling Prozac away from a half crazy women, it’s a snow.  

5:45 and I have 15 minutes to reach my work. My ass is stuck to my freezing leather seat and a to top it all off the almighty God thought it would be funny to throw a little snow my way. Well this won’t be the first day that I spit words of disappointment at him on my way to hell. My fingertips are frozen to the steering wheel and this great skirt that I’m forced to wear is riding; I hate winter. The traffic was a bit lighter than normal and for this I will speed to show my happiness.

With my tunes cranked and no heat I sang myself warm and in the process fogged up my cracked windshield to the point where I could not see. I rolled my window down and proceeded to yell at God from my pea green Pinto. “Is there some reason why you put me here on this wonderful earth just so you could torment me? I mean really, were you lacking for humorous activity the day you thought of me? All I want is to get to work on time, have a less degrading job, and not have you throwing little presents at me unexpectedly. I HATE SURPRISES AND I HATE THIS DAMN CAR!”

6:10 and I finally made it to work without being invaded by the straightjacket police. As usual Taz was there to greet me and make me smile through all that negative emotion. “Good morning Miss, how is my sun shine doing?” With coffee and roll in hand I plunged my way through the disgruntled café’ and sat with Taz. “Well to be completely honest with you I thought that I might kill someone on the way here today. I can’t seem to get a break Taz, I have some crazy calling me all the time and I have yet to find out who it is. My car wants more than anything to have me blow it up with a missile launcher and last night I fell asleep in a cold tub and now I think I’m getting sick. To say the least a freak with a loaded gun right now would be doing me a favor if he picked me for is next target.” With his hand on my shoulder he assured me that I would be fine as long as I was unarmed. He can always make me smile and I just love that about him.

I stayed silent and to myself the rest of the day as I did not want to say something to piss someone off. Taz returned toward the end of the day and sat with me to have some coffee before I had to leave. Just then I felt a slight pulling on my hair, “ Hey girl what up? I was thinking that maybe you would like to go hangout tonight?” I turned around and starring at me with this big puppy dog eyes was Cindy my manager. The first day I worked she asked me to go out and have a beer with her. I declined as I thought it may interferer with the job and with my luck, I would get fired. “ I love this new thing your doing with your hair Courtney, it smells great too. Please go with me I have this new friend I want to introduce to you and I think you could use a night out. If you don’t have fun at the club I will personally guarantee you a good time back at my place later.” She said with a grin while rubbing the top of her chest. I grabbed her hand and leaned back with a smile and a southern bell accent, “ Well I do believe little miss Cindy Lou, that you are getting yourself in a little deep, don’t cha think?” I agreed that I would humor her and go out with her to meet this so called mystery friend of hers.

It was 4:00 and I was ready to go home and get ready for this night out. With an open bottle of red wine and no glass I started swigging my meds down with the red. I thought that I would choke on it as my phone rang and it was the ring tone that I set my “unavailable” number to. With wine in hand I reached down and hit my green light.
“ Hello…Hello…?” A soft male voice started to speak; “ I can smell you through the phone.”  “ Who the hell is this?” I started pacing the room and looking out my window.
“ What is your problem, seriously do you need meds? I could float you cash if that is the issue, believe me I’m about keep us crazy ones inline.” I waited for a response but none prevailed.

I finished off the rest of my wine and sat on the couch starring at my phone, wanting it to ring. I called Cindy and told her I would be at the club soon and she should be looking for the babe in the mini skirt. She laughed and warned me that I would be getting the booze makeover tonight. I decided to bring my phone with as I felt that he would call soon enough. I double locked my door and reluctantly crept to my car. I wondered on the way to club if I have some stocking stranger after me or if it was someone that consumes my every thought and I don’t even know it?

The club doors open up for me and the lights from inside illuminate the soft falling snow.  I found Cindy and we drank ourselves stupid and danced our selves to the point of collapsing. Even though Cindy jokes around all the time with wanting me, I never really thought there was any merit to it. She wanted to dance with me and she was more than a bit friendly to say the least. The brushing up on my leg and twirling of my hair was telling me otherwise. I blew it off because we had a lot to drink. “ So where is this friend of yours that was suppose to be here?” She looked up at me and grinned, “ There was no friend, I just told you that to get you here with me.” Oh great my boss wants me, what the hell do I do now. I knew this was a bad idea. I finished the night off with her and grabbed a taxi for the ride home.

In the cab the “hell” ring tone pierced my head. I answered without hesitation. “ So you have decided to bless me with some more sick words?” The phone was silent and then he started to moan and his breathing became rapid. I listened for a moment and then I interrupted him, “ Why are you doing this, do not have any hobbies?” “ I saw you tonight in your lime green miniskirt with your white sweater pressed against your chest. You were sweating when that girl was dancing with you. Your clothes were clinging to you, I watched the condensation drip off your glass and unto your breast, I watched you place an ice cube in your mouth as if that’s where it belonged. Tell me Courtney; were thinking of me while your hot mouth molested the solids of the water? Were you waiting for the vibration of your phone to alert you that I was near?” In a panting voice I told the cab driver to stop. I raced to my door and with a heavy head I went in and threw myself onto my bed. I looked down and noticed that I had never hung up on him. I slammed the red button and threw it onto the nightstand. This was the beginning of my nightmare.

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posted December 16, 2006 12:33 PM

Morning again. The sun was coming through the blinds. And anyways it was time to get up. My first thought was bloody **** I ache all over. What the heck went on yesterday?
But before any more thinking I slowly got out of bed. It was time for a few excercises, to get the blood flowing. I looked around my room. Same as always. The bed in the corner, bookshelfs next to it, the table by the window, the couch on the opposite side. My laptop was still on the table. I walked into the small hallway which also served as a kitchen and turned left, into the bathroom. Spent a few minutes there. I walked out back into the hall. Got myslef something for breakfast. A roll and some cheese. I took it to the table and opened the window. I had time to think back over yesterday, finaly.

I examined my self. Bruises on the shoulder, arms and sides. Oh yes, that must have been the police yesterday. What started as a strike by the lads down in the factory, got a bit out of hand. I went there for two reasons. Number one, work. And the second was to support the lads, with most of which I grew up, in the same neighbourhood. I knew most of them. It started as, more or less, a peacefull protest, but after it was joined with workers from the surrounding factories, it got out of hand. The reason was simple, overtime. The owners of the factories were demanding overtime work from the employees, for no extra pay. After three of the workers got fired for not working overtime, the next day a strike was called. And that was yesterday. Well but things got a bit out of hand as we went downtown. I guess I could blame the police, who were acting as maniacs, as they charged the mass of people, with me in them. Needless to say we didnt back down, but managed somehow to force the police away. Now the fun started, some shop windows shattered, two cop cars overturned. But as soon as it started the fun was stopped. A line of heavily armored riot police awaited us. And after a quick struggle we were left runing away. Those bruises were from the friendly officers of our police.

Afterwards I went with the lads down to the pub for a few beers, we had a few laughs, swore at the police and the administration, played some dart..well good times. It must have been late when I got home.

But it was also late now. Damn, have to go to work.
Quickly I dressed, packed my thing into my backpack and ran down on the street. I saw heavy trafic, so I decided to leave the cark parked. It was better to walk. Snow was falling and the sidewalks were covered. Oh how I love this time. I enjoyed every step of my boots on the snow. But soon It came to a stop. Oh yeah, cleaning the sidewalks from snow, what a grand idea. Not to mention that the salt used to melt the snow and ice damaged my boots. But they can take much more then some salt. My phone was ringing, but it probably was just someone from the office, telling me that the boss was angry that my arse is not yet there. Oh crap, and I totaly forgot, I was to write an article about yesterday. Well I guess I would have to work this morning. I picked up my pace and soon I was inside the main office. I quickly appologised to the 'boss' for being late. He told me, not too gratefully to get working on my article. So I did. Raised a hand, as to say hi, to two or three people on the way.

I sat down at my computer, put on some music and got to work on the article. Actualy it came along nicely, eventhough when I checked it, I could clearly see the word "pigs" instead of police and phrases as ACAB came to mind, but I had to leave that out. It was lunch time as I sent the article to my boss. Time for lunch.
I went as always to a place around the corner, where I go quite often. I dont lunch with my workers most of the time, well not especialy after one heated disscusion where I called Mary a "liberal whiner" and Paul "fascist scum".

I entered the restaurant. I took my place in the far-left corner. The waitress came up to me. From the first time I saw her I could swear, what swear, I would give my left arm, that I knew her from somewhere. She was about the same age as me, brow-red hair, a quite good looking. But that was not the point. She was incredibly familiar. Like an old elementary schoolmate, that you see walking past you donw the street. Still I order lunch, and beer. Drinking during work? Ah crap, I've been drinking this stuff since 15, no reason to stop now, cause of work.
Lunch is one my favourite times of the day. Not just because of the food, but since I get to watch all the people around me and to think of their fates and daily buisness. But today I just felt like looking out of the window and watching the snow. Time to go back to work.

The afternoon wasn't much fun, an article on some local event, god knows what it was about, I sure as heck couldn't remember. As soon as I sent it off I forgot, absolutely. As the clock struck 4, I headed out of the door. I had to get to the training. Oh yeah i play football (or should I say soccer). I only had about 20minutes so I took the bus. The stadium wasn't too far from the working class neighbourhood, It couldn't be since the team was from there. I just made it in time. The lads were already heading out of the locker room, I barely had time to greet anyone. I quickly changed into my keeper outfit, shirt, shorts, pads, gloves cleets. Eventhough it was freezing the training was quite plesant. The only down side was that my sides hurt again, since the police bruises didn't react too good to the impacts with the hard, almost frozen ground. After the training the lads were heading down to the pub, but I couldn't didnt feel like it. I simply said bye in the shower. I was the last to cone and the last to leave. I got dressed and headed home, it was dark already.

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william
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LummoxLewis
posted December 17, 2006 02:30 AM

MESSAGE FROM GOD

HERE ARE THE THINGS HAPPENING THROUGHOUT THE DAY:
-Light Traffic
-Sunny
-No Power Blackouts
-Very very warm weather

ENJOY YOU'RE DAY

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make up a dull day, Fritter and
waste the hours in an off-hand
way~

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