Friday, March 25, 2011

Analogy For Society

I awoke under pounds of soot, wondering where the hell I was and what had happened. I sat up and wiped the black clumps from my eyes. I coughed and more of the black snow escaped my lungs. I looked around and found I was in a ruined landscape of burnt woods, melted metal, and ash swirling around my head. I coughed again and got up, dusting myself off. My legs were completely black, and i wasn't wearing tights... I suddenly remembered why i had been there. This had been the carnival, and i had tried to kill myself in the fire.
"DAMN IT!!!" I shouted at my failure. Another thought suddenly hit me as well. "Trash bags..." I gasped, pushing away piles of ash to try and find them.
My efforts were futile and I had no such luck finding them. I coughed again and again before my eyes began watering and i thought i was going to throw up. I covered my mouth and quickly tried to run out. I kept tripping over pieces of burnt wood and bottles of empty beer. My knees and elbows were bloody and I couldn't breathe at all by the time i located the exit and was able to climb over the fence to get out. I took in a greedy breath and threw up . My vomit was black, all black... Just looking at it made me throw up again. After a few good minutes i was able to breathe again. I brushed the black snow off of my arms and legs and hissed as it stung my cuts.
"Sh..." i cursed.
I found a water fountain nearby and washed myself off. Then i quickly drank as much of it as I could, clearing my throat of everything that was sticking inside it. When i was finished I collapsed onto the ground, panting heavily. Killing yourself wasn't as easy as i thought it would be, and it certainly sucked if you failed. My lungs ached and my eyes stung enough for tears to continually run down my cheeks, streaking the soot that stuck to my skin like peanut butter. I rubbed my eyes with my sleeves and cleared them enough to finally see where i was. I was in a parking lot somewhere... As i looked around I realized where I was. A car suddenly whizzed past me, sending gasoline fumes into my eyes next. I screamed in pain and covered them until it parked on the other side of the lot. I got back up to the water fountain and rinsed my eyes as best i could. It hurt just as bad as the soot but it was going to help, i hoped... I checked my pocket for my cell phone. Maybe i needed to go to the hospital... i found it in my right pocket and pulled it out. It had a lovely new crack in the screen, but it was still functional. The time said it was 1:05 pm. I suddenly heard the squeaking of wheels from the direction the truck had gone. I looked up and saw two men dressed in black carting an ATM across the lot.
"What the hell...?" i squinted, wondering if my eyes were deceiving me. There was no way...
i snuck around the lot, hiding behind cars that had been abandoned there and got close enough to realize i wasn't crazy. THESE guys were freaking crazy! The police station was right across the road!!! They were going to get caught the idiots. I couldn't help but watch them as they tried to load it up onto the truck, and were failing miserably. I had a sudden wish that this robbery would affect my parents bank accounts. Watch them squirm as their assets dried up and they were left with nothing, forced to live it a crappy place like i did, with crazy-ass neighbors and old men that yelled at you for no reason!!! I wanted them to suffer... my mind got back on track when the ATM fell on one of the men. I heard the sickening sound of his bones crunching. I snickered and smiled as the other man began frantically trying to pull it off of him.
"This is an analogy for society, crushed by our capitalism and greed..." I whispered under my breath.

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Who Goes On a Date in the Middle of a Freaking Fire?!?!?!? Oh, and i Think I'm Going to Die...

I dizzily got off the tilt-a-whirl, clutching my box of trash bags. I was going to throw up... I ran to a trash can, but thankfully the churning juices in my stomach subsided. I sighed and looked around. The sun was set in the carnival, only half lit lights twinkling. They were not supposed to twinkle, they just were dying out one by one since no one had replaced them since 1984. A loud explosion made me spin around quickly, which upset my stomach once again. I clutched it as i saw a trailer burst into flames. A man ran out of the trailer holding bags of food, shoving what he could save into his mouth and the rest in his pockets. Guess he didn't want to waste good food, well... good wasn't the word for it... The flames began spreading like a disease in my apartment building. Everything became enveloped. Clowns began bicycling away as fast as they could, honking at people to get them out of their way. Children searched for their parents and they ran away to the ever changing exits. The fire flickered along the ground, swallowing anything that stood in its way. Napkins, food, candy, and paper plates were fuel for the inferno. The flames began circling me and a man's stand that had beer and other highly flammable liquids. The man at the counter, a tall, skinny, unkempt man, began trying to save his precious stock. He only had two bottles of Vodka and a bottle of 'Jack Daniels' (actually spelled, 'Jack Danilezz' on the bottle.) before his flammable inventory exploded and he could save no more. He ran away with his few prizes with the rest of the fleeing crowd. As i watched him go I spotted a woman, hand in hand with a clown. They were just walking together, like nothing was wrong.
"Oh Agnes..." The clown sighed.
Who would be on a date in the middle of a freaking fire?!?!? Idiots!!! I turned back. I actually wasn't worried at all... The fire was fun to watch. it was an unstoppable force that destroyed everything. It was beautiful, but horrid at the same time. The smoke ran through my nose and clouded my eyes. Tears streamed down my cheeks but i was smiling from ear to ear. i threw out my arms and just enjoyed the emanating heat, knowing i would suffocate and die eventually. But hell, life was the most horrible thing i had ever experienced, and it was about damn time it was over.
"See ya suckers." I coughed before i fell to the ground, the smoke clouding my vision and sending me to a dark, dark place...

Friday, March 11, 2011

The Prizes Were Scarier Than the Clowns

A honk came from behind me as I walked down the street to go to the carnival that was in town. I turned around to find an old decrepit clown on a tricycle smiling at me. His teeth were filed down to be all pointy, and his clown make-up was smudged and smeared, giving his innocent red grin a ghastly joker like smile. His eyes held no happiness, except in the enjoyment of trying to scare me, and the other kids that were around. He let out a dry, hacked laugh and cycled around me, honking his old gold horn that had long since lost its sound, and amusement.

“Get lost you stupid clown.” I hissed at him, not enjoying his company in the least.

He honked at me again and ran over my toe. That was it, final straw. I kicked his tricycle, sending him flying. He fell to the ground and I snatched his horn before walking away.

“Stupid clown, not even funny…” I mumbled as I felt the rusting metal horn in my hands.

I headed through the iron gates that contained the park and the screaming kids. They ran around with cotton candy sticks that had bugs lodges in the strings of sugar, and lollipops shaped like body parts. A dog suddenly ran through and stole a girls arm shaped lollipop and ran of with it. The girl began to cry and I said to her,

“That’s life kid.” Before continuing on.

The adults that came to the carnival were either old clowns, balloon men that refused to make anything but a snakes, and a random sick looking man that screamed ‘winning!’ at me before jumping away. I didn’t want to stay here long, and began just quickly looking around. I spotted a row of games that involved real guns, and throwing knifes at a dummy. I paid a dollar to try the knife throwing and missed the first shot. The second time I pictured my mothers face and WHAM! The knife went right into the dummies face. The fat, limping, one-eyed, bald man that was running the game handed me a box of Glad trash bags, oh the irony…

“What kind of prize is this?” I asked him.

“My kind of prize.” He laughed, his large belly bouncing as he did.

“It sucks.”

“You suck!” He snapped.

I went to throw the box at his head, when I realized I might actually need them. “Next time old man, try getting a prize that isn’t from a grocery store.”

Then I walked away to ride the tilt-a-whirl; my trash bags and me were going to ride till we puked.