Tell me what you guys think.. I tried to make this as obscure as possible.. so you really need to THINK about it when you read... I wrote it in 50 minutes, so it isn't the greatest piece in the world..
tell you the truth, I haven't even read it over... but what the hell....
lets see if anyone 'gets' what I'm talking about!
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The sun shone brightly and the flowers smelled sweeter than the morrow on the Monday morn. Mr Randal gleemed as he made his way to his first class. As the bell pierced his ear drum, the professor diligently walked in.
“Class, today we will begin discussing the minimum energy well of an ion in the box.”
Much to his displeasure, Mr Randal groaned and moaned, constantly glancing at the clock, eager for this one hour of hell to disappear!
In the far background, a low pitch sound began to toll. Everything was dark and hazy, Mr Randal could not comprehend what was occurring. A simple ‘beep beep’ was slowly turning into an ear piercing BEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPP BBBBBEEEEEEPPPPP!! Mr. Randal SHOT out of bed in a pool of icy-cold sweat. A quick glance at the clock, and up he went. Ready to enjoy his Sunday watching football.
His first few steps were wobbly, as if rubber had replaced his legs. As he entered the kitchen, he saw his mother cooking breakfast. “How are thou my ever wonderful mum?” Mr Randal was much confused, he could do nothing but speak in old English! “what heathen posses my mind! The glowing ember of a midnight fire burns within for alas I can not sully what d’mon hath possessed and tainted my ablificated soul!”
“Alas poor Rome be no closer than this vociferation so dull!”
A subtle voice began to rumble in Mr. Randals head! It called to him, at first softly, like a voice from a lover whispering into one’s ear.
“MR. RANDAL!!! MR. RANDAL!! If you do not CARE for your grade please LEAVE my classroom this INSTANT! Quantum Physics has no room for slackers Mr. Randal!”
“I’m sorry Professor, I don’t know what came over me!”
Later that day, Mr. Randal met up with some friends at their favorite resteraunt.
“What happened to you man?! It’s like, you just passed out and no one could wake you up!”
“I don’t know, I just had this weird dream! I thought it was Saturday, and for some reason I couldn’t stop talking in Old English”
“You’re WRONG MAN!!! You are so f’ed in the head! You’re just WRONG!” cackled his friend as he uncontrollably laughed his mind out!
“Hey Susy, you wanna go catch a movie this Friday? There’s this really wicked one playing Friday night only!”
“Sure Mr. Randal, I’d love too!!”
ring ring…RIIINNNNGGGG RIIIIINNNNNGGGGG
MR. RANDAL !! PICK UP YOUR PHONE!!
“YOU *******!! How DARE you stand me up like that! I waited for 3 hours for you to show up at the movie theatre! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!”
“Susy? Is that you? What day is it?! I just asked you earlier today! IT’S ONLY MONDAY!”
“MONDAY? MONDAY!! Are you FUCKED IN THE HEAD!! It’s FRIDAY NIGHT!”
“Friday? What the hell happened to the rest of the week!? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE!!”
“Mother… alas my mind can bear no more this unquenchable thought! Why hath this begun? The morrow cometh, will this be better? Mother? Thou are here like the Great Tree of Time which can not die! Why doeth not answer you my simple question?!”
“MR. RANDAL! MR. RANDAL!! ARE YOU STILL THERE!!” yelled susy into the phone! ‘How dare he hand up on me‘
“MR. RANDAL!! Please excuse yourself from class! If your time is better than learning about a particle in the box, then PLEASE LEAVE NOW!”
Whats happening to me? What day is it?! Is this real? Where will I go next? Why can’t I just WAKE UP!! My head hurts SO MUCH!!
A TV reporter is heard in the background….please take caution tonight. SCN mosquito’s are loose and highly dangerous…
Jeff Randal lays in bed, a mosquito attached to his optic chiasm sucking away. To his left, quantum mechanics… to his right Shakespeare…
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[Edited by stupidzbu on 05-30-2001 at 09:21 PM]