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12-24-2003, 04:00 PM
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Banned
Location: St. Paul, MN
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lasts five minutes
after i write this introduction, i am going to try something new. i have five minutes to write. the only other rule is that the story takes place in a narrative scope of five minutes. every paragraph will have the time remaining at the beginning. ready...go.
5:00 It lasts five minutes. That’s the only thing I can say about a fight. Much longer and the cops have rolled up. So that’s all you have. 4:45 I didn’t set out to mess anybody up, you have to think about that. Like it wasn’t a plan, it wasn’t what I was after. But when you don’t have time to think, its what happens. 4:28 I leave my house, knowing I’m already late. I take off in to a run, turning sharply left from my door. The alley is faster, though the snow and ice are treacherous. My sneakers catch just enough to throw myself forward, a couple times nearly hitting the ground ass first. 3:57 my lungs are raw. I can taste the blood from the cold. I have to slow, my feet skidding to a stop. I breathe as deep as I can, with my muscles spasming in response. The noise from the street screams along. 3:42 I start to walk again. A shadow is projected against the apartments in front of me. It raises its hand above its head. I’m moving. 3:34 She is doubled over, and her nose bleeds on to the dirty snow. He has a tire iron in his left hand. 3:25 The ice beneath my feet nearly gets the best of me. I slide forward as I shout something. 3:23 he swings. 3:01 I have landed three punches. I feel four. Two are to my face. My lungs still burn. She is standing still. I tell her to run. I tell her I am losing the fight. 2:36 My left fist connects with his face, right at his eye. The blood is moist on my hand. I have to resist the urge to wipe it off on my shirt. I throw another punch. 2:12 The number of times I have hit him has been forgotten. He has stopped fighting back. I pull his head off the pavement. 2:05 I cradle his head in my right hand. I swing with my left. 1:56 A human being will cease to live if massive trauma is applied to the cranium. His brain has begun to leak on to my hand when I pick his head up. I realize that this is massive. I drop his head. 1:44 My lungs ache. I am running too fast for how cold it is. 1:32 I fall once. I stand up, and look down. My clothes are covered in blood. The bones of my knuckles peek through the skin on my left hand. :58 I hear sirens. :42 The lights dance on the buildings around me. :33 They tell me to stop running. :29 I ignore them. :14 They have warned me three times. :09 Four times. :02 Officer Jackson fires his .38 service revolver. :00 My heart stops beating. |
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01-07-2004, 05:46 PM
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Illusionary
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5:00- my wrecked body floats below me but I see no light.....where the hell is the damn light. Guess I gotta wait a minute.
4:45-wait a minu....hey!! I see a light below my feet, reddish eating the daylight, I am sinking thru the ashfault, this cant be right. 4:00- pitch black now, fear in my mouth,dry,gritty. 3:45- that is one ugly looking thing over there, looking right at me, thru me, oh shit. 3:15- voice in my head, welcome to my nightmare, soon to be your own.....grinding voice, like death. 2:45- This sucks , I never believed in this bastard but , guess I could be dr... 2:30- "you will wish for dreams soon" 2:15- Nasty,putrid voice. Brings the bile to my mouth. 1:45- You fucker, I dont belong here....let me out o' this damn pit. 1:15- "Good choice of words" 1:00- Oh, how I hate that voice :45 ouch , shock :30Light truck over me, paramedic :15 taste blood in my mouth, no bile :05 better be a good boy, didnt like that place.
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