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Post by taliesin on Mar 22, 2005 14:29:05 GMT -8
(You guys look like you're managing pretty well on your own... So let's just say Craig flatlined! *bip bip bip* There! He's dead.)
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Post by taliesin on Jan 24, 2005 5:36:13 GMT -8
(Sorry, I don't know what else to put. ;D)
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Post by taliesin on Jan 24, 2005 5:35:48 GMT -8
Craig's finger twitched.
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Post by taliesin on Jan 13, 2005 19:52:33 GMT -8
Craig tentatively willed himself towards '0.' He touched the doorknob, and he was instantly deluged with a flood of pictures and sounds. STOP! he screamed internally. It instantly stopped. The pictures all organized themselves into a wall opposite Craig, and he realized he was floating in midair. The wall was humonguous. He couldn't see the ends of it. He once again studied the pictures. It was at this point that he realized that the pictures weren't in order. It was also at this point that he realized that thse were his memories. He thought, "How did this happen?" "I'm in a coma." "This is my mind-my memories." "How come I remember everything?"
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Post by taliesin on Jan 12, 2005 19:36:06 GMT -8
Craig found himself standing in the darkest, blackest place no one could imagine. But the oddest thing was that he could see his body perfectly clearly. He could see his hands, his stupid shoes. Then he realized that there was a faint light illuminating from behind him. He turned, and found a shock of colour brightening the darkness. It was a carnival. (Yes, I'm basing this off Monkeybone.) The carnival's sign read "Your Life." He passed through the arch, and found himself in a small room with 19 doorways. One was behind him, and the other 18 were beyond him, all lined up in a tight circle. Above the frames were numbers, starting from 0 to 18 (which was blocked-it read "Under Progress.") "What the hell is this...?!"
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Post by taliesin on Jan 11, 2005 17:44:23 GMT -8
A slight haze began to obscure his vision at the edges, until there was a consistent ring. What happened? Shit. Me, running through a field of daisies. Her, jumping off a swing when she was 6. Me, jumping off the cherry tree and breaking my leg when I was 8. Her, breaking her arm trying to jump Gordon's Slope when she was 13. Incoherent, broken, unformulated thoughts and memories flew through his mind. As if he were suspended in a liquid, Craig slowly fell sideways and hit the ground with a slight thud. He had entered a dreamworld of his own-in reality, it was a coma.
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Post by taliesin on Jan 9, 2005 20:31:28 GMT -8
Craig watched in puzzlement as the stranger worked. He was a bit hazy now, seeing as the endorphins had kicked in.
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Post by taliesin on Jan 9, 2005 9:38:17 GMT -8
"Oh thank god someone's alive!" shouted Craig as he looked down upon Carolyn and John. He looked up, and saw another figure standing on the road-one he didn't recognize. It's mouth was moving, but Craig didn't understand what he was saying. The realization came to him like a tsunami upon unsuspecting civilians-he was deaf. His mouth opened and closed like a fish, then finally said, "I'm deaf. Oh my god. I'm deaf."
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Post by taliesin on Jan 7, 2005 23:07:44 GMT -8
"Shit," sighed Craig loudly. His hearing wasn't quite working-in fact, it wasn't working at all. (I know how to be deaf personally from experience.) Craig realized this and said, "Hello?!" He panicked, and started shouting and screaming. "HELLO?! HELLO?! HEY!" He stopped, panting. "Fuck," he said needlessly. He lay there for a few moments, then turned over, and crawled to the demolished wreckage of the station wagon, and pulled himself up on the single open door. Everybody was inside-he seemed to have been thrown from the impact. "Oh, god, oh god, oh god ohgod ohgod ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod. Is anyone alive?!" he mused to himself.
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Post by taliesin on Jan 6, 2005 22:05:30 GMT -8
Craig saw the headlights coming. Then the realization that they were coming into them shocked Craig into movement. The habit of never wearing his seatbelt certainly helped a lot now. He moved forward, past a barely awake Cody, and jerked the wheel to the side to avoid the headlights. Everybody had been startled. He swerved, and the car flipped.
Craig woke to a dawn. There was a dull pounding ache in his head. "Ugh. What the HELL was I doing last night?" He raised himself and his senses had enough of a modicum to recognize his surroundings. He was on a road. The shattered wreckages of two vehicles were lying on either side of him. He stood, then fell back down. His left leg was completely shattered, but Craig was impervious to the pain.
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Post by taliesin on Jan 6, 2005 17:31:03 GMT -8
Hours later. Seriously, it had been-what, 7 hours? And they were lost in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the friggin' night. Craig had rolled down the window and was now trying to hold the map and his flashlight at the same time. Twenty minutes later, he gave up, and folded the map to the best of his ability, which wasn't very good. "Ah, screw it!" he exploded. "We're in the middle of no-fucking-where in the middle of the fucking night! SOMEONE figure out where we are! For god-fucking-sakes! Any volunteers?" asked Craig. "No? Carolyn?" No one responded. Cody and Lauren had switched three and a half hours ago, and Cody was doggedly tired. John was drooling against the window. Craig chuckled, and said, "Jacob, roll up the window. Look at John." About 6, 6 and a half hours ago, they had picked up Jacob. Lauren and John were asleep, but Lauren's head was in Cody's lap, while John was... well... making out with the window. "Dude. Wake him up. I don't really want to-it's too funny," said Jacob. They cracked up.
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Post by taliesin on Jan 5, 2005 16:54:42 GMT -8
He chuckled, and turned to look at the house of the Brightwell Brothers. "Mmm. 3... 2... ah, here he is! And there's the sociopath," said Craig. He rolled down the window and yelled, "Hurry up, Spatzy!" Spatzy was Craig's nickname for Cody, since they had spent the last summer almost entirely within each other's presence, and since Cody almost never did anything in the vicinity of 'extreme,' Craig had decided to give him an ironic nickname. "Yeah, yeah, hold on," came the reply. Craig looked at Carolyn, "20 bucks says you give him a body shot at least twice this summer."
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Post by taliesin on Jan 4, 2005 19:54:16 GMT -8
(No it's not too late, but that's up to Sparks to decide.) "Yeah I've met John," commented Craig nonenthustically. Inwardly he yelled, LOSER! "Yeah, I think he goes by Jake." He sat in the back humming, as they drove on. Soon the humming turned to mumbling, as he started creating stories with his massive imagination. He kept alternating between making stories and fractals. "Uh, the cosine goes over... and the..." was just one of the many audible tidbits of his conversation with himself.
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Post by taliesin on Jan 3, 2005 21:55:29 GMT -8
"So, we're picking up Cody, huh? Anybody else? How about Jacob? He's over in the next town." asked Craig. By people he disliked, he was always quiet, but around his friends, his mouth was constantly working to pronounce the sounds of conversation that were always running out of his mouth. "Mmm. You're awfully quiet today, girls. Got something on your mind..." He paused to stroke his chin and fake an expression of ponderance, "Me, perhaps?"
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Post by taliesin on Jan 3, 2005 17:59:53 GMT -8
Craig had been laying down on his bed, when he heard the familiar sound of Lauren's station wagon. He checked the watch. Half an hour late. He opened his window-no, the window-the room wasn't his anymore, and yelled, "FINALLY!" He chuckled, turned, walked over to his suitcases, and took them with him, leaving a not on the small table besides the door explaining where he'd gone, how to contact him, etc, etc. Not that the parentals would care-they never did. He walked out of the house, and climbed into the waiting station wagon. "Hello, my lovelies!" he shouted in the back seat. "Long time no see! Let's blow this hellhole!" He laughed racuously.
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