We were heeling perfectly. Forty minutes into the run, on a downhill sprint, genius here goes “Rhuh? Whrat’s wrat?” and suddenly I’m having a yard sale.
Magic words spill from my lips chanting the spell that would change my appearance for the better. My fingers reach into the mirror as it undulates, rippling waves cross my face transforming me into someone desirable when the doppelganger pulls me into its world and steals my place.
Angels sing their welcome and a golden shaft of light appears as I stare at my killer standing over my body which is sprawled on the floor, blood spatter against the wall in a grotesque portrait. The light pulses allowing me to choose forgiveness or revenge.
“Why?” I aksed my mother curiously
“Because I said so,” she replied.
Hi, I lost my identity — have you seen it?
I think someone took it and I’ve been trying to track them, but I can’t find them ‘cuz they look just like everyone else.
After seventeen long days of a trial that had been postponed for two long and brutal years, she finally had her chance to ask the defendant one question that has been burned in her brain since the day she found his body.
“Who the hell gave you the right to play God with my father’s life?” she screamed, crying, as she swatted the taste clean out of the murderer’s mouth.
“All right class, before we turn on our screens and hear about the great pipeline disaster of 2037, I need you to reach under your seats and bring out your particulate masks. Make sure they’re tight, because Weatherman Jim has predicted a level seven fall this afternoon, and we don’t want any of that nasty stuff to get in our little lungs, now do we?”
Five trains, three hours, and a dozen busy signals sat behind him, as he collected his dignity and headed for the parking lot. “She wins again,” he muttered into a blackberry, canceling the week he’d planned for himself and his 9 yr old daughter.
When I said I had just been drifting without purpose or direction for like twelve years, it wasn’t a metaphor.
I fell out of my spaceship.
Against the wall, with a bottle, a gun. When he’d emptied the bottle, he emptied the gun.
Is it possible that after death we awake, centuries later, recreated by our infinity-times grandchildren, brought back to life and fitted back into society, immortal and everlasting?
Is it possible that Heaven is just awakening in the future?
Delighted whales named altruistic Harry their first President when he answered their pleas for caramel-covered popcorn and dumped 1 billion tons of it into the world’s oceans.
When the popcorn caused every whale on Earth to die from morbid obesity, diabetes, high blood pressure, heart attacks, and stokes, Harry was added to the list of assassinated presidents.
You can pretty much divide life into two parts.
Pre-getting fucked and post.
He left the dinner table to take the call, but she still heard him say “We’re a go for Epsilon Omega.”
When he returned to the table the building across the street exploded, and she glared as he said, “What, that’s a coincidence!”
In the queue for existence, the Antichrist missed being born a human by one space, and instead was born a mosquito. He was smited by a roaming insecticide sprayer in the month of May, in the year of our Lord 2008.
Without identity, there is no consequnce, but with identy, there is no mystery. which side am I on?
So I did it and you know what?
The world is still the same!
You are half right about what I said.
I did say “until death” but I wasn’t talking about me.
He came from the land down under, to an unfamiliar life in the countryside of a new land full of love and understanding which turned to apprehension. Looking in the mirror one day, he said this is not for me so he left that life and just down the road, he met the love of his life and found his salvation in an American woman.