Awww. wish I lived closer.
Happy robot day!
YAY! FORK OVER SOME DOE HULALAOO FOR MY SHITTY VOICE ACTING!!! :)
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Also Robot day sounds cool! I'm really glad Pico's Brother placed so high, that was a great idea.
Pico Pwns was also great!
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But let's not forget this gem:
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Super Jealous! :)
Happy Pico Day!
Behemoth is doing way better against Blizzard than Q games is against Capcom
XD
Dude you heal fast Tom.
800 votes for Behemoth and 2000 for Blizzard .. That's not bad considering your up against Blizzard.
And you could actually win, if less than 1% of the user base that logs on daily read this and voted.
Good shit NG. Maybe I'll think of something that I can add to the wiki...
By the way, Add Luis to the staff page darn it. XD
Thank you! That's about all I want people to say, so thanks a lot!
XD
Hope I don't get flamed for triple posting, but here's another gem.
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At 3/8/10 12:25 PM, TomFulp wrote:
We haven't been doing cash prizes since some time last year although I plan to revisit having them.
If I bumped the winners, it would be a 3rd for Explosm and the other would be Larry, which is a sponsored series so at some point the line between sponsored artists and staff artists is getting blurred... So I figured we could just celebrate JohnnyUtah this month.
Oops. Mah bad, scratch what I said.
Here's a gem
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Wow... So technically Explosim wins three times in feb?
XD
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hidden gem ;)
"Good Sir knight, are you saying that I have made error in my judgment to this kingdom?" The knights mouth opened, but was not able to create a noise or intake a breath. "I, has guided your sword as properly in battle as I could?"
The king's most high priest was alongside the king by now, never a noise being heard till he arrived at his position, within equal range away from the king, on the opposite side of the king. "Your lordship, if I may be so kind as to enter into this hole, I would never be one to say that your lordship has made error, and I agree with everything you have said my lord." The king smiled. "However your Lordship, tomorrow is the day of our Lord God, and we wouldn't want to create a fucus over the people of the land. They will be to deep in worship tomorrow to understand the importance of your lordship's decision to rename their. . ." He stopped and looked to the knight, who looked toward the king. The king had the look he gave when he was ready to order the rise of the guillotine. The knight turned back to the priest and shook his head violently, but the Priest continued. "Their Dickwards sir. They simply wouldn't be capable of such a large decision, while they come-"
"SILENCE PRIEST SHULONG!" The king banged his hand against his arm rest of the long chair. "This order is of the most importance, and I want to insert the information into everyone's little holes of knowledge as soon as possible, for I have become aged from all the stress that I have put myself through as your king, and leader, all these years." And then the king raised up his lengthy arm and extended it out to people. "Surely you all have not thought, ever once before, that I was a smaller king than I am."
The crowd became a splatter of noise, shouting their disagreeing to the kings statement.
"I see," said the king, "and have I not acted, as a man must, whenever put into a position in need of rough and thrust movement?"
A like wise banter, now of approval from the crowd.
"Well good, my people, I felt that you were not- like any a smaller man might have assumed." Then the king raised his head as if to get a look at both Knight and Priest, at the same time, to insert his authority.
"As for you two. . ." Between the king's speech, the wind was again the only noise heard in the room. "I have never been so in size of belief that either of you were out to..." The whole leaned forward. "TO CONCIMATE A BETRAYEL BEHIND MY BACK! AND-"
"This is not what they are doing, great sir Richard!"
Every head in the room jerked, like a group of puppets all pulled at the same time. The crowd made a isle of space toward the back of the room, similar to a long sword, and at the door of the throne room stood the King's chief advisor. Tears were streaming down his face.
"Penis!" Shouted the king. "My most trusted advisor, Penis. What are you saying good sir, Penis?"
"I, my good king?!" The aged, wise man walked slowly up to the throne, and every pace of his echoed in the room. As he made it to the stairs, that slightly raised the level of the enormous chair that the king was in, he was mere feet before the King, and the sun was showing its last bit of head over mountains.
"My king and good friend, what are you saying?"
The kings face was a closed book, with eyes closed and lips sealed tight.
"Do you not hear yourself, my friend and king, my Richard, my great Richard? You expect people to refer to their manly hood as their Dickwards? That's simply to long a name, my friend. Nobody will wish to use it while they are making love. Why not have people call them Dicks?"
The King stood silent, with out a hint of movement, and the crowd made not a noise, not a sound, not a smidge of life-offering-detail. The were like tall, long, big, solid, coffins, stiff and inflexible, still.
"Ok," said the king. "Maybe Dickward is a bit long, especially for one who is trying to create the fervor required for the passionate discussion that takes place during love making. Yes, I think Dick would be a great name for all the kingdom's manly hood. And I want to be remembered, alongside you and my good friends here who helped me come," the king looked toward the crowd and then back to the priest, "to this decision."
The crowd was still, silent, and un-erect, until there was a mummer of speech from the back of the crowd that was unintelligible. It grew to into a word, that some heard at first, until it started to spread around through the nobles and knights for all to hear.
"Dick," one man said and then smiled. And then another man said it, "Dick," and then another. "Dick," said another and so on, and again, until the whole room was saying the word, trying it on for size, and smiling to one another and grinning in approval. And then every mouth in the thrown room was full of "dick." And their were explosions (of applause) splattered through out the room, and the people chanted praise to the king.
The king rose where he sat, and then he stood up. He let out his limbs bulge outward, (his arms extended), like one who was ready to embrace roses from a crowd, but there were only "Dicks," and the chanting went on and on.
This was the day in history that set forth a trend, and from then on, people had dicks, or penises, in honor of that evening and the two men who came together.
Gold gleamed in every inch of the long throne room, and all the king's friends were gathered in front of where the king sat, inserted in an elongated chair. King Richard Dickward the 6th had been up all night before, causing some to say he was thinking long and hard.
The king had a feast with all these guests in the narrow and vast dining room of the castle. With much work he inserted all the nobles into the one room, and now the castle maids were hard at work cleaning the leftover smudges on the table cloth from meals that were too sizeable.
Outside the castle, guards stood erect like flag poles stuck into the ground. They stood to protect the castle from danger, should they need to mount their studs and thrust forward their pointy lances to spew out enemies from their kingdom.
In the throne room, the jester juggled balls, and his sweat now glistened brighter than the golden throne room that all came together in. The people, all dressed in silk clothing, smooth to the touch, were men and women of high stature that held pleasing positions in the kingdom. Their majesty, like a great balloon dressed in the rare clothing and jewelry, now expanded his belly breathing in. "Noble women and men of Pokeshire, there is a pressing matter in hand, which I required as many people as I could hold at once to come."
At this, one of the nobles, who was the kings longest standing servant, inspected the room to make sure that all were silent and paying attention, or else he would shoosh those being like that which sticks out from dropped zippers.
"I have hardened myself to this decision after being alone several nights in my private quarters, and I have risen to no other alternative. You all must know me, all to well perhaps, for being grand and firm in my standings. In my time, my armies have often rebutted the neighboring Vikings. I gave rise to the library, the theatres, and other popular venues, when my people were not satisfied. I value my people and the betterment of our settlement and the kingdom which guards it, and I have been inflexible whenever I rose, as a king should, to my tend to the ways on my growing kingdom. Please take into account all the witches burned at stakes, and the jousts fought in my kingdom, and the happiness that these images provide, to you, my people."
The nobles began to clap, while some murmured words of praise amongst themselves, loud enough that the king could hear, and in one's mouth was a "hear hear!" It was from one of the knights of the castle, the most longstanding of them all. The jester slid into a kneel in front of the king, just at the king's knees, and presented him with a rose. The king held it to his nostrils and felt it firmly. He smiled, closed his eyes, and inhaled, and with much more intensity in his voice, as if he were a larger man, he spoke giving a performance that those of the room, who knew the king in his young age, could have grown reminiscent from its feel.
"But my proudest moment, as a king, might have been when I, with great haste, ordered the execution of five of my court judges, who had long been hampering the court system, inserting innocent farm hands and workers to into the guillotine, against our Lord God's wishes, in order to take their hard earned and enormous lands for themselves; You all still have grasp of the memory of these deeds; it is surely no doubt." One of the king's oldest servants, who had seen the king's birth and rise into power, and since, all his greatest deeds, let a tear fall from his eye.
"Even as I smell this wonderful rose and let in all the wondrous scents, I hold firm that I have done ever so much to insert peace and safety through my rough and firm rule of this enormous land..."
The king looked into the giant crowd.
"But I have realized that in my age, I am coming fast to the time of requiring an heir under me. As you all know, I have no son take over after I become stiff and am finally laid."
The many nobles and knights became more erect at this. The knight who cheered for the king grabbed his sword ready to display some excellent show of his masculinity; the king's high priest straightened his head dress and prepared to accept the power to rule the thrown; and the chief advisory to the king wiped the tears from his eye and changed his expression to fit one who would soon be speaking in front the crowd.
"The important matter I have for you all is an answer to that question I'm sure you all have thought of many times. And I felt that erecting a statue just would not be enough."
At this the court jester began laughing and the nobles and knights found the humor in it and followed suit. Outside the castle, the blade of a guillotine lifted upwards over that of a criminal's head, as peasants watched on, eager for the coming splatter. The weapon moved towards the top of the wood in order to fall into the hole, while its victim lay tied, shriveled and limp.
"I have been thinking ever so long on this matter. Long and Hard. I have come to a solid conclusion."
Hearts pounded and the eyes of those glazed over the king.
"My conclusion on this thought is the best way I can imagine, that my kingdom should remember me, their powerful and masculine ruler for so long. From now on, all men in the kingdom shall call there most masculine appendage by my name, meaning every man with genitalia shall refer to it as his Dickward, in honor of me for all the hard work and life giving deeds I have preformed for my people."
At this there was only silence until a thud could be heard coming from the outside; the guillotine fell on the head of it's victim. The people stood still and not quite as erect, and the rushing wind from outside, though quiet, was louder than the breathing of any of the people. The arm of the knight came down from it's sword and the look of his face was one that he had shown before when ambushed in battle; the priest gently felt his ears, as if to make sure they were attached to his head, and the kings most noble and longstanding servant, suddenly moved to a wall, to place his hand up against it, in an act similar to one who had lost their balance.
The Jester slid to the king like he had done before, holding a red rose, as he was told to do when the king had finished his speech. But no applause was in the air, and all parts (hands) that were raised to celebrate with an explosion (of applause), fell.
"So then, since I hear no objection, I shall in act an order to be carried out at dawn. The new name of our strongest and most important part of our manly bodies shall be from here on out known as Dickwards."
The knight started to make his way through the crowd. "My Lord!" The crowd turned and looked toward him, and those in his way moved as they were touched, but if the knight hadn't touched them, they may have continued to loss erection, but the knight caused them to stand up again. "My lord, I wish to offer my praise and worship to you."
With no change in tone, the king replied, "Sir Ginas the 2nd, you need not offer anymore praise to me. You have been a beam of support for many years in my kingdom, longer than almost anyone. But, your praise is always appreciated."
"I must praise you my lord and your decision." The crowd stood and murmured softer than their breath had been before, as if their thoughts were of no concern to the king or the knight. And the knight began again, "You lordship, you are wise beyond words, but would it not be more suited, for a king, to concluded his wishes to be remembered after he has become diseased? After all, good king, why bring forth, while you are alive, the idea that you will be dead? It would only cause sorrow in the people, which you are not meaning to do."
The knight looked to the crowd. "Am I not right, good nobles of Pokeshire?" Thunderous applause ensued and the crowd's murmurs went away, while the king sat with his head facing the knight with an inflexible head that couldn't have been moved if all the kings men had attempted in unison.
Tom I want to visit you and Luis and Mike and the fellow NG peeps in SF on the 8th but I don't have $200
:(
I don't want to walk into the after party without attending the seminar too. LOL :( I'll try and make another meet up.
hehe. Good. I'm glad you like the slow poke thing... It may be old fashioned because I love Catcher in the Rye so much. That book no doubt affected my writing, and I can see Holden saying something along the lines of slow poke. ;)
I think I wanted it to be more coherent, i failed in that respect @_@
But it's okay as I am not the most talented writer yet :p
Hey Yall! Check out a story I wrote for Creative Writing class and let me know what yall think :)
I already got a whole bunch of feedback on this, so I figured I'd show the finished product :)
Of course I may go back and revise it or change it. Just please read it guys XD
Thanks a lot. All feedback is good feed back.
Ricky Brown
Like A Snail.
Laying in a meadow, arms folded behind my head, I look to the sky. It is a deep ocean blue as the sun begins its climb over the mountains surrounding my neighborhood. I live in a small mountain town, rich with luscious greenery and mountains in the distance that are viewed on all sides. All that divides my way to school is my small neighborhood and a long slab of paved road, that has a couple intersections leading to other places. I always walk a mile to school every Monday through Thursday. Today is Monday, and I wish I could stay here in my dreams.
As I lay in my bed, inhaling deeply through my snout and exhaling softly from my mouth, my room has no visible floor. Sweat stained clothing loiter on the floor. Homework is in piles next to my bed with only a name printed on the top of my papers. I even have mail from months ago, unopened, lying around. And when I wake, I will need to leave for school.
My alarm buzzed. I set it the night before for a time I thought would give me a chance to get prepared for school, a half hour early. But, I am still in a meadow enjoying the quiet sun rise, watching the sky change colors from deep blue to bright pink. Finally, in my sleep I hear my alarm, and I am instantly back in my room! And then, as if by thought alone, my arm lifts and falls precisely on the snooze button of my alarm, but the noise rings in my head. I need to get up, I think.
In my bathroom I can't even remember getting out of bed or turning on the shower, still feeling so asleep. After getting dressed I run downstairs, and in my kitchen I hear my alarm, loud and clear. It's in my room; I forgot to turn it off completely, and left it on snooze. I decide to go up after I put some frozen food in my oven.
The oven stove has a digital clock, and when I see it, I realize that I must've made a mistake in setting my alarm because I only have ten minute to get to class. I vamoose out of my house, and pray that leaving the oven on won't burn the house down. And as I go, I hear it again: my alarm's buzzing. It makes me wish I could have stayed in bed.
I came to the road crossing, in no time. I looked both ways, like I always did. I saw nothing to my left, and to the right was a similar emptiness. One more look for safety never hurt anyone, I thought, and to the left, there it was. A reason to be thankful for over cautiousness, there was a car at the distant end of the road. I stopped for a second to think about safety. Perhaps I should wait- I took a step forward- if I wait I may be able to hitch a ride, I thought.
I looked at the crosswalk; it was some thirty feet long. It was laughable upon realization, and I decided to wait for the vehicle. Why didn't I do this kind of thing more often? Then I could hear my alarm again, and I remembered the time. I looked at the car again. Was it stopped? I didn't know if it moved; It must have been moving slowly. I took another step into the street.
I didn't mind the walk to school, but if this car would only get to me, I bet it would pick me up. But, it was off in the distance. Maybe something was wrong with it. By step four, my body was telling my mind go, but I stared at the approaching vehicle. And I sneered because it was moving, but it was moving at the pace of a snail.
It was a brown enough vehicle to be a snail. I almost laughed, and I thought to myself, I could have walked back to my house to go get breakfast in my stomach before coming back to wait for this car. And then I laughed to myself thinking, I had time to go turn off the stove and maybe this car would still pick me up. As I looked back at my house, I could hear my alarm clock again. I needed to leave this area now.
Then I realized, I was standing in the middle of the street. How absent minded of me, and I looked at the driver again. He hadn't moved practically! Did he know the speed limit or how to drive? Or did he have nowhere to go? Was there nothing begging the need of his presence at the end of his journey? He must not have to go to school Monday through Thursday, like some of us do! If he would just drive past me then I would know whether or not I should wait for him.
Then my blood boiled and I could feel the buzz of my alarm clock. Why did I even wait in the first place?! I could have been closer to school if I hadn't. Of course, I wouldn't be that far off by now if only this driver knew how to drive! I moved my hand up in front of myself. I was in control of this vehicle. My fingers motioned to it to move towards me. I yelled at it, "your nothing more than a snail, you slow poke!"
I put my hand down. It seemed to be getting closer. Oddly enough the car had two antennas, and they stuck up from the top of it like a snail's eyes. I now was intent on meeting the very driver who moved like a snail. I wanted to ask him how he could drive so slowly. His car must've had problems because I could see it move with a slight rise and collapse as it came closer, like something was banging in the engine. I just stared and stared at this spectacle, the world's slowest being. And all at once I felt like bursting into laughter because it would help me feel better for ever wasting my time at this crosswalk. My alarm buzzed in my mind. I was still standing in the street!
Step five came. I was almost half way across the street. I needed to go to school, or I was going to miss class! Deadlines were approaching me, and I was going places. I could not be a spectator of this fool's sluggish ways anymore.
By step seven I looked one last time to my snail of four wheels. And stopped in front of me, waiting for me to move, was a giant snail. "HOLY SHIT!" I exclaimed. I opened my eyes as far as they could go, and my jaw would have hit the floor if it wasn't attached to my face.
It was looking right at me, watching, and waiting for me, begging my haste. But, I was frozen. I couldn't move; I only stared at it, what I didn't believe was there in front of me. I clenched my jaw shut and shut my eyes, and then opened them again. How could it still be there?
"I waited all this time for a snail?!" I shouted, but not at it. I couldn't look this thing in the eye and tell it, since it was now waiting for me. I just looked at the ground. I thought for a second, and I heard my alarm buzz again! I was turning red.
"Your not real, are you?" I shouted to it. I had judged, but not two or three seconds ago, that this thing was far, far away from me, it couldn't have made it so quickly and giant snails simply didn't exist. More importantly, I didn't really take that long to walk halfway across the street! Did I? My body began to move with haste towards the end of the street and I wasn't even thinking about doing so, but to find refuge from anymore nonsense, my mind took control. And yet I couldn't finish my stride. After all, I had never seen a giant snail before.
Its eyes motioned to me, as if to say that I was to late, that I was already late for class. Then they looked at me as if to say come back, but why, I didn't know. Then it whispered something: "I'm you."
That's when I heard screeching breaks. And I swung around to see a car on the other side of the street coming right towards me. It made a right turn into the lane from an intersection, and not yet seeing me, zoomed past the crosswalk.
I was hit, and I flew backwards. My arms and legs shot outwards towards the vehicle from impact. And I heard my alarm again and I wished I had never woken up to this wretched day!
And, then I opened my eyes. My alarm buzzing, it had a snooze alarm that would go on and off every ten minutes or so. I lifted my hand and dropped it on my alarm, turning it off. I sat in bed thinking about the dream for a little while, and then I realized that I needed to leave or I would be late for class.
At 2/15/10 09:58 PM, InsertFunnyUserName wrote:At 2/15/10 09:47 PM, omegared wrote: I really want to keep the dream ending because the snail is there. But I may not... I like the way you think.If you decide not to, I think you should still keep the snail in there. I love the symbolism.
I basically removed the whole beginning and practically made the entire story about the Snail! It all just kind of happened :p
I'll post it up here after I finish correcting it a bit more. Just wanted to announce this little update. I'm amazed at how it turned out, it's almost completely different from what I had, yet now it reflects perfectly what I have wanted it to this whole time!
:)))))
Ok. Wow.
Well, thanks for the advice. And yes, and to many times is to redundant ;)
I really want to keep the dream ending because the snail is there. But I may not... I like the way you think.
Thanks!
RB
People like you make me Love NG!!!
Okay! First off, thank you so very very much. I had no idea that I still had that many little dings. I'm surprised you could read it all, now that I know! XD
jk
Anyway, I agree with almost all your corrections. However, some of the sentences I wrote may be long, but that doesn't make them run-ons. They simply have a lot of inserted information or parenthetical statements.
As I lay in my bed , inhaling deeply through my snout and exhaling softly without a care, in my room with sweat stained clothing loitering on the floor and homework in piles next to my bed with only a name printed on the top of my papers, I will soon wake and go under the sun rays that will gently caress me with warmth, while I'm tugged down by gravity, as I go through my day like a bug, following instinct to maintain my life.
"Looooong run-on sentence."
I'm not sure that is a run-on. It simply has about 8 predicates. (I think predicate is the word) LOL
BUT! As a writer I took a big leap here and tried to make a sentence I may not be good enough to make. I'll revise it :)
Nourishing the planet with its rays of light.
"This is a fragment. Consider combining it with the last paragraph."
That sentence looks like a fragment, and I questioned it myself, but it has a subject and verb. At any rate it is a complete thought, and that's what counts. But I'll change it to something easier for readers to digest ;)
I should stop thinking about this. There is so much to know and understand, and I have no time.
"Run-on sentence"
Hmm? Where? XD
Again. Your help is much appreciated I am going through and fixing these dings now. BUT!
How come you didn't like the dream ending?? I think a dream ending is a great thing because it's not only hard to make readers believe it but it's harder to bring full circle. ... I that makes sense.
But, I kinda also like how it could all be real. WOW... :)))))
And lastly, I think you're right about the beginning. The connection I want to make stronger lies in two instances.
"It was laughable upon realization, and I wondered why I had ever feared it in the first place. Why had I ever given caution to such a short distance? "
and
"This thought will be taken for granted everyday and must be or else the living will not to their fullest."
You may remember the snail wearing the "you" sign. I want him to realize that the dream was all about him and how he is wasting his time thinking about life and not living. Thus the name procrastination.
:))))))))
Please respond soon! I love talking about this XD
At 2/15/10 06:38 PM, loansindi wrote:At 2/15/10 06:37 PM, omegared wrote: What do you all think?That this doesn't really belong in this forum.
also your mic technique isn't very good.
Oh.... Ok remove it. Really it's cool.
lol I thought that my audition for JonBro's next flash was pretty funny.
What do you all think?
http://www.newgrounds.com/dump/item/6938 2f9696df85411608ece02078594a
Hey yall. Thanks to the two who already read this and gave advice. I finished my story and I''d like to get any feedback before I turn it into class tomorrow. I think I will condense a bit more. I feel it's pretty complete though.
Ricky Brown
Procrastination.
I can see the Earth now. It looks like it's floating a million miles away from me. Although, I can't be sure because I never pay attention in science class. But, Earth is, to me, about the size of a basket ball. It's a, round, colorful image, floating and turning away without anything to bother it. It's full of living creatures, including humans who never think about anything but their lives. But Earth is cold. And if the sun stops shining upon it, its inhabitance will die. This thought will be taken for granted everyday and must be or else the living will not to their fullest.
I should stop thinking about this. There is so much to know and understand, and I have no time. I'm going back to Earth.
Ahh, this is better. Resting in this expansive meadow I see the sky. It is a deep ocean blue as the sun begins its climb over the mountains surrounding the vast patch of grass where in lies my neighborhood. Another cold morning is beginning another warm day, and like any other day, the sun is on its usual path. Nourishing the planet with its rays of light. So wide are these beams of sun that they touch entire sides of the Earth, yet they gently cover grass fields, flowers, and trees. While lying over surfaces, they give energy, and the land comes alive. Everyday the world and its life dance under the music of the sun, while once solid particles like frost transform to a more fluid substance: Water.
What joy is brought to the planet under the suns rays, and now gravity takes glee in its part of life as its relentless tug brings the water droplets crashing towards earth, in splashes the earth feels all over itself while the morning begins. These droplets are only seen by the tiniest of creatures that walk the dirt by each petal of each flower and blossom, leaf and twig. But the droplets to them are rain storms. The drops are the size of most of their bodies. And it's things like this that many people will never think about, I guess, but if they did it might hurt them in the long run.
As I lay in my bed , inhaling deeply through my snout and exhaling softly without a care, in my room with sweat stained clothing loitering on the floor and homework in piles next to my bed with only a name printed on the top of my papers, I will soon wake and go under the sun rays that will gently caress me with warmth, while I'm tugged down by gravity, as I go through my day like a bug, following instinct to maintain my life. In my life, I feel like water in a stream, floating at a course that I can't control, surrounded by others who are the other water particles like me. Though, now my stream is a stream of consciousness. Time, has something in store for me, and is deciding when I will wake. My alarm shook and buzzed.
I live in a small mountain town, rich with lushes greenery and mountains in the distance, viewed on all sides. A few roads connect a small, secluded block of homes. This is all that divides my way to school, a small neighborhood of houses and one long slab of paved road. I walk a mile every Monday through Thursday
My alarm is still buzzing! I hear my alarm! And I am still asleep in my bed.
An impulse, like a shockwave, I couldn't feel, ran into my arm. It was as if the arm moved by thought alone. It lifted and fell precisely on the snooze button of my alarm, yet the noise echoed in my mind. And then, again and again I heard this loud buzz and I thought of waking up.
Going to sleep and waking up in the morning is like being dropped into the ocean tied to a giant rock. I sink into the water. Then, deep in the ocean it becomes more dense and pressurized and soon I am begging to go back to the top. As if from my nap I have to much energy and can no longer sleep. So, I scratch the rope connecting me to my boulder and begin struggling to swim to the top.
In my bathroom I turned on the shower water. The water fell on me. I felt I was at the top ocean's surface.
I wished I had more time to enjoy myself, but I was going to be late to class. I felt an ache in my stomach. It was hunger. I was growing a tolerance to "running on empty" or going through the mornings of my days with only the remains of yesterdays dinner or sometimes lunch. While downstairs in my kitchen I heard my alarm in my room. I had forgotten to turn it off and just left it on snooze. I ignored it and put some frozen processed food in my microwave. The stove nearby had a digital clock. I vamoosed out my house when I saw it and hoped the microwave wouldn't burn the house down. And in my mind I could imagine that the flames would encumber everything but my mailbox and at least I would receive mail the next day.
I should have ran to school, but I had barely enough strength in me to walk. Anyway, I walked all the way to my school like this every Monday through Thursday. I was good about getting to class late. In my mind this was a triumph since I felt more like missing school altogether. And as I went all I could think about was my alarm's buzzing and how I wished I would have stayed in bed.
I came to the road crossing, in seemingly no time. I saw both ways, like I usually did. I saw nothing to my left, and to the right was a similar emptiness. One more look for safety never hurt anyone, I thought, and to the left, there it was, a clear reason to be thankful for over cautiousness. A car was at the distant end of the road. Though the distance was formidable to me and the driver, who knew what his intention or focus was in his car. This man could hit me if I cross now, I thought. I yielded for a split second more in my mind to judge the safety of crossing. I won't be hit by this car I thought.
I took the first step and gauged the entire length I would be at risk; it was some fifteen feet. It was laughable upon realization, and I wondered why I had ever feared it in the first place. Why had I ever given caution to such a short distance? Then I could hear my alarm again; how it woke me from my slumber. It woke me so that I could go to school, and I knew that I must not think, just cross.
I took another step- step two, and was filled with some unknown need to see at the car again. But I couldn't. My mind was to focused on the ground where I was. And I felt as if I had a longer ways to go now that I had taken my steps into the street. What if I wanted to turn back? Was it to late? Why does this matter? If I don't cross I will be hit by this car, so I have no choice; I have already began to cross.
Then I saw the car again; I didn't know if it moved. It was so slow. Step three was to be hastened, but seeing my opponent in his position of weakness I almost didn't even step. When I did, it was with less intention than the first two. Time came for step four, yet my mind was not allowing my body to go, all was focused on the approaching, possible death that I felt would never come. There was no harm to be seen in the face of this adversary.
What a joke you are mister driver, I thought and looked at the car. A snail, I thought. And if I hadn't been awake I would have been crazy to think it, it was a brown enough vehicle to be a snail. I took glee in this thought and stopped completely. I contemplated walking back to my house to go get breakfast in my stomach before finishing my race with the vehicle. But the thought of that reminded me of my house that had been burnt down already by my microwave, and all that would be left standing would be my mailbox with mail the next day, and my alarm clock. I could hear it already.
And then the world exploded.
ok I understand TrevorW.
Can't wait for my battle :)
I check the staff page every week to see if Luis has been added. But he never will be we he.
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