Thursday, May 18, 2006

Pins and needles

These are not absolute narratives just, ermm random uncanny views of a bored mind I guess. Small slices of rotten pie ;)



Alleyway kids
=============================================

“Shit! Now see what I did.” I sniveled and stumbled back.

“Huh, I asked you to snatch his wallet Joey, who the fuck said anything about slitting his throat”. James was searching the man for his wallet. The man tried to say something but could only managed few mumbles. The poor bastard was choking as he was gulping down his own blood.

“Wow look at this! This guy is loaded with cash” James showed me the dough. That brought a smile on my face.

“Help…err…pleasse… hel…” The man was begging.

“This is pathetic. Did we ask you to take a shortcut through dark alleyways? We rule here faggot!” As I counted the money James began fisting the guys face. The man managed to whimper for a while and went quiet. I did slit his gullet real bad.

“Hey isn’t this cute the guy carries his daughter picture with him” I handed James a photo of a smiling kid.”

James looked at the picture and spat on it. Then he stuffed the picture inside the man broken mouth, which was croaked and bloodied from the bashing he took.

Well that was ok the man was dead already.


Blind
=========================================

“If love is blind I am defiantly competent for it” I joked. Silence greeted me. I guess she did not take the gag well.

“Ok I am sorry. I did not mean to upset you.” I try some reasoning. More silence.

“What do you want me to say? Speak up!”

“You will never make fun of yourself again.” At last came the sweet and sugary voice of Suzanne. She sounded upset. Upset at me I guess.

“ Oh I wish I could make that promise looking into your eyes” The words slipped before I could stop myself. I heard Suzanne leaving.

Darkness and solitude my two long time companions joined me as I sat alone. It started to drizzle and I searched for my stick. I wished I could see. There was so much I wanted to do so much I wanted to have but the pain and shadows was what I was gifted with. A smile crept over my face as I slowly made my way through the graves.

“Oh I almost forgot! I brought something for you” My hand went under my pockets. Out came a rose. I bent down and felt the grave.

“Here you go Suzanne, I am sorry” I left the rose on her grave and as the sky thundered I made my way back howling from inside.



Happy birthday
==================================

“ Happy birthday screw you! Happy birthday screw you! Happy birthday dear Eric happy birthday screw you.

I smiled as I inhaled the sugary venom. The guys were certainly far above the ground. A girl who I doubt even knew me was persistently trying to kiss me as a birthday gift.

“Get her off me” I pleaded to Jessie.

“Why should I? You want a big one from me” She advanced towards me. I was on my feet in an instant. Everyone laughed. Jessie tripped and landed on the floor out cold. The girl was gifting the kiss to someone else. I moved away from them hearing few ridiculous birthday wishing. ‘I’ve been taking drugs for comfort!’ The speaker thundered with nirvana singing in his unforgettable influence.

It was my birthday it was occasion of merriment and I wanted the occasion to end with a bang.

“Hey guys look what I got myself,” I screamed with ecstasy. Few guys manage to look at me and even at their drugged and drunken phase a look of uneasiness crept over their faces.

“ Let go of it this instant!” Jessie screamed as she saw me putting the gun in my mouth.

‘Marijuana!’ My favorite nirvana song was on.

The guys were reasoning with me. Jessie was going panic-stricken.

Oh well, Happy birthday screw me. I pulled the trigger. Bang!




Jimmy
=================================================

“No!! I won’t let you take him” She was howling and was trying hard to keep him away from me. Looking at Eileen a feeling of disgust swept over me. I slapped her hard across the face and with a loud thud she crashed on the floor.

“Come, Son lets get out of this screwy town.” I grabbed Jimmy who was cowering with fear.

“No I want mommy. Go away!” Shouted Jimmy and went for his mom. I looked at him, only seven year of age and already he started to show his dad his intolerable manner.

“ Come on you brat, I’ll teach you what happens if you disobey me.” I yanked Jimmy on his feet grabbing his hairs. He squealed in pain and my wife grabbed my feet.

“Leave him alone for Christ sake! You are hurting him.” My wife begged. I looked at her face, so full of bruises and scars. A feeling of queasiness swept over me as I smashed the beer bottle on her deformed face. Screams echoed and Jimmy was finally with me.




Electric chair
=======================

I was hearing the cop instructing the other guy to increase the electrical force of the power supply. The fear was immense. I shook my head helplessly. . I shrieked with all the might in my body. But could only make a muttering sound as the bastards have put a gag in my mouth and taped it. I wished they had put a bit of acid in my ears at least I would have the pleasure of not hearing these assholes who are on a verge of devastating me bloody. I was cursing the cop hoarsely. But then it did not matter. Not the cop, not the bloody law system, not the injustice I was enduring, only because I was born in rags. All that matter was the bolt that hit me. It was a grueling and nauseating feeling of pain and terror. I felt my body burn inside me, as I winced like a road kill. I felt my eyes expanding in their sockets. My body pores were ripped and I could feel the blood streaming down my torso. The entire room filled with the odor of burning flesh.


“May lord have mercy on his soul here after” A cop said. It had been a long day and he could not wait to head for a bar.

Amen! Few muttered. The show ended.





Plague.
=====================================

I looked at my savior and smiled faintly. “You dead yet?” My rescuer asked with concern in his voice. I looked at him and nodded in disapproval. My savior was shocked to see me still breathing. I could not blame the poor guy. He just massacred my body with an axe to the best of his ability but I was still breathing. In the dim lights, I could only outline him as a dark shadow. He was a gloomy shadow casting a ray of hope on my decaying existence. The savior lifted his hand once again. Here it comes. I closed my eyes. It hit me like a bolt. The axe went in my guts ripping my organs on the dirty street. The savior did not stop then he hit me again and again. The pain was immense and the blood in my eyes blurred any vision I had. I was hoping the hurting would end with my life. After a while, in a pool of my own blood I started to wince like a road kill and went very still. “You dead now?” My rescuer asked with hopeful anxiety in his tone. I tried to look at him but saw nothing as the savior had chopped my face and perhaps my eyes were crushed in their sockets. So with great pain I shifted my body a little to indicate that I was still breathing. My savior screamed then and I heard his running footsteps. I yelp with nauseating fright and screamed for him to end my pain and kill me. But all that I could feel was blood dripping down my cracked mouth on my agonizing torso.
==============================================================


To hell with it

‘I hate this boring shit’. I thought miserably. Looking outside the window trying to escape the classroom, the dreadful professor and his nauseating lecture on economical reforms.

“Now Eric would tell us about the instability in the current economical conditions and the best approach to counter this problem”. A voice boomed over my head.

I looked up into the demons eye. Dear Mr. Richard, our economic teacher must have caught me not paying concentration to his lecture. He never asked anybody unless and until he wanted to make an example out of the students. Seeing his stern looks I knew I had to spit some economical bullshit soon or he would do something that I had to regret.

I got up on my feet and looked around. Damn Mr. Richard, half the class was sleeping why had he picked me. Oh I got it must be my ugly face. I smiled inside. Only few girls were fully up and looking at me. Few guys were also getting up from there sleep to enjoy the literary show.

“Speak up I don’t have all day” Mr. Richard bellowed with anger.

“ Economic is boring shit and you are the prime example of what happen to economist you 45 year old bald gay!”

Mr. Richard was visibly shaken. The class went dead silent apart from few giggles that came before they could be sealed.

“ You…I will… ure…career…its over…” Mr. Richard was stumbling with words.

“To hell with it. Fuck you!” I landed a fist on his face and he went down out cold. A thunderous ovation followed me as I left the classroom.