Cohesion, Panic (2) (655 hits)
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Submitted by nicballs (View user info) at 2007-10-10 11:14:45 EDT
(1) http://www.ubersite.com/m/112360
Bethany awoke to a loud thud caused by her walking into the bay window of her living room. The paramedics were gone and as she twirled to look behind her she saw two things. The pillow where one of the medics had propped her head up and the towel, next to the stain of Gary, telegrammed shivers up and down her spine. She began to hyperventilate. She had been sleepwalking.
Not knowing what to do she called her in-laws to tell them about the loss their son.
"Hello, you have reached the residence of Norman and Sheila Rockwell, please leave a message at the tone" and then came the chirp of the answering machine.
"Mom, pop, it's Bethany," she paused for an audible sob, "he's--he's gone." Before she hung up the phone she heard another thud which caused her to scream, it too being recorded.
Bethany, for some unbeknown reason ran towards the thump. Dennis, her neighbor was knocking on the door and now it turned into pounding. Before she could answer she saw Dennis through the bay window take off to the next house, his mouth screaming something that she couldn't hear. As Bethany opened the front door to her rancher style house, she remembered what the paramedic said: "You think you are the only one on Grace St. with an emergency lady?"
Nary a sound she heard as she stood looking at the fleshy mass, ebullient with activity much like she saw earlier with her husband. "That shirt, and and and, those pants" spake Bethany. It was one of the medics and he didn't even make it past the front door. Is what killed her husband contagious? If so, why wasn't she ill? A million questions ran through her mind, almost simultaneously but she couldn't take her eyes of the disintegrating human at her feet. This time she noticed the smell. With Gary, she must have been in a state of catatonia induced by what was happening to him, her husband.
An acrid smell of liquor soaked, rotten apples, mixed with locker room sweat retreated into her nostrils and it was enough to make her involuntarily, and vehemently vomit onto the body below her. She never smelled anything like it in her life, a vilely disgusting smell comparable to nothing she's ever sensed before and now came round two of vomiting.
After Bethany composed herself, she yelled to Dennis who appeared absolutely shocked to see her. Dennis wheeled around and immediately started to cry.
"Bethany, is Gary--is Gary--you know--"
"He's gone, Dennis. How about Maureen?"
He didn't have to answer. Somehow in a moment of abysmal lows they gravitated towards each other and locked arms, embracing each other's hug, releasing a flood level of tears without speaking.
"What's going on?" Dennis interrogated with a quizzical expression.
She looked up and down Grace Street and from stop sign to stop sign people lined the streets hugging, consoling, crying, looting, setting fire, and one man even shot himself. Not even with the block parties had she seen so many people; whoever was left it seemed was out. The smell must have hit them both, either that or a new body had just effervesced because as Bethany expunged the remainder Dennis joined her.
There was a group forming somewhere near Mr. Pomarskey's house, which was opposite and adjacent to hers. As Bethany walked towards the group--with Dennis in tow--she remembered that before she passed out Mr. Pomarskey was in his front lawn banging the ground and shouting at a dress. A helicopter flew over top but no one took notice. It was almost as if zombies had taken over this area.
They all sat without talking, oblivious to one another and occasionaly a sob could be heard. No one had anything to say. No explanation could possibly describe what phenomena was taking place around them. The group of 5 turned into a group of 10 and soon that group added 4 more, another 3 an hour or so later, 6 an hour after that until dusk came and they were a group of about 50. Kids wandered into the group by themselves, thumbs in mouth, teddy bears clenched tightly at the hip. Adults of all races and age groups, too, came towards the group.
As Bethany shed what she suspected to be her last tear, a man stood up and simply said "We need to figure out what the hell is happening." Eyes bounced up a few at a time, and as he continued attention was all but diverted to him. "My name is Jedrek, but you can--" He stopped speaking; everyone heard it.
Metal screeching, clanging together, and banging came from both ends of the half-mile section of Grace street or was it further? In unison, separately, the noises would stop and resume. The earth started to tremble, yet the noise continued. The metallic clings of a hardened metal smacking together with mechanical precision continued leaving everyone wide eyed and trying to fathom what it was. It was getting closer.
A glaring bright lite lit up on each end of Grace street, one of them stopping on either end and more continuing on.
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Submitted by redskieslookfake (user info) at 2009-01-15 14:56:18 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
you're still a fat puff who gobbles cocks for a living.
Submitted by rubbermaid (user info) at 2009-01-15 14:53:36 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Haha @ the downy below.
Your e-boner for me is growing, Jakey Poo.
Submitted by redskieslookfake (user info) at 2009-01-15 14:33:42 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
ugh
Submitted by sicosemen (user info) at 2008-01-14 15:37:46 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Maybe I should continue this...
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2007-10-11 15:17:56 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Submitted by nicballs (user info) at 2007-10-11 08:34:51 PDT (#)
Ranking: -2
I'm not an alter you retaliatory bitch. Do you always get your knickers in a twist?
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you ARE an alter - did you forget that you revealed that already??
Submitted by nicballs (user info) at 2007-10-11 11:33:54 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
haha at the retaliatory -2...my first one.
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2007-10-11 11:33:22 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
you like handing out -2s so much, so here's one for you.
Submitted by EmissionImpossible (user info) at 2007-10-11 07:22:09 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Courageous
Submitted by Merlina (user info) at 2007-10-11 02:05:45 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2007-10-10 14:52:09 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by lover101 (user info) at 2007-10-10 13:49:23 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by triangle_man (user info) at 2007-10-10 13:27:47 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
s'far s'good
Submitted by SunnyG (user info) at 2007-10-10 13:23:28 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
NICE BALLS!
Submitted by Hilarity_Ensues (user info) at 2007-10-10 11:41:57 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Don't let Krusty's death get you down, boy. People die all the time.
Just like that. Why, you could wake up dead tomorrow. Well, good night.
-- Homer Simpson
Bart the Fink
Submitted by monkeyswithguns (user info) at 2007-10-10 11:40:29 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by shadow (user info) at 2007-10-10 11:40:11 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
i liked this, it felt a little manic.
Submitted by CaptainThorns (user info) at 2007-10-10 11:30:11 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
That's weird. It's like something out of that twilighty show about
that zone.
-- Homer Simpson
Treehouse of Horror VI
Submitted by DirtyHarry (user info) at 2007-10-10 11:28:35 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by nicballs (user info) at 2007-10-10 11:23:42 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Have we met?
Submitted by jamowilly40 (user info) at 2007-10-10 11:21:46 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Where the fuck do you pick up words like 'ebullient'?
I know you're not intelligent enough to conversationally incorporate that sort of shit into your every day life, dicksmack.
Submitted by HurtByTheSun (user info) at 2007-10-10 11:18:43 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Kind of confused, pretty good though.