Trip Stories Contest
Posted 01 October 2002 - 04:11 PM
Posted 01 October 2002 - 05:06 PM
ok, that's three entrees, now the competition begins.
Posted 01 October 2002 - 09:53 PM
Posted 02 October 2002 - 08:05 AM
funny thing is, that was over nine hours of "research", and half a composistion book (remember those?) but most pages were writen so sloppily that the jargon overlapped or was simply unintelligable, but I promis next time I feel the need to explore myself (not that way you sicko) I'll send you the full copy. might have to scan the pages though.Doc
Posted 03 October 2002 - 07:35 AM
Posted 03 October 2002 - 04:17 PM
Posted 03 October 2002 - 06:44 PM
This was not your mother’s apocalypse, there was no fire and brimstone, no battles between angels and the minions of satan, no nuclear blasts or bodies strewn about-ravaged by the effects of biological warfare. There was just silence….and me. It was like whatever power had deemed humankind fit to exist had revoked that order, and yet I was somehow overlooked. The feeling was not new to me. I had often thought of myself as the invisible man, the one with the face and name that no one ever remembers, the one who’s voice is never heard in a conversation that involves more than two people. Now the pidgeons and cockroaches make up the majority of the city’s population. The blackjack tables all sit empty inside the dark casinos, the only things swinging on the strip club’s poles are black widow spiders spinning their webs.
When the city’s power went out I had briefly considered driving out to Hoover Dam to see if I could figure out what the problem was. After all I have hundreds of thousands of cars at my disposal, many with full tanks of gas, but I’m an accountant not an electrical engineer. So instead I gathered candles, battery powered lights and propane lamps to provide the only light in this city that had never before slept. There is certainly no shortage of food, but everything I eat now comes from a can, I already long for those first few days before all the steaks turned green. It’s funny to me how what used to be stealing becomes gathering when you’re the only soul around.
I have taken up residence in a bookstore south of the strip for now; my first residence was the Treasure Island casino, I felt comfort there for some reason with its wax pirate statues and fake gold dubloons, but the penthouse suite I wanted to live in was on the thirtieth floor, and the elevators stopped working along with everything else after my first night there. It was here, outside this very bookstore that I met my one and only companion, Buster, the yellow laborador whose facial expressions are so human-like that I can’t help but speak with him as if he truly understands.
I am writing this on my last day here in Las Vegas, for I have to leave. I have an insatiable need to find out if I truly am the only human left on Earth. I am not a pious man, yet I can’t help feeling like my name should be Adam as I set out on a quest to find my Eve. I have packed a truck with all of the necessities to keep me alive until the next town, as well as food for Buster of course, without whom my sanity would truly be in jeopardy. I hold hope that one day this book, in which I will write every night, will help my children to understand this strange world into which they will be born.
(Inspired in part by Edgar Allen Poe's Fall of the House of Usher and in part by a hallucinogen induced dream I had last night)
Posted 04 October 2002 - 05:41 AM
Posted 04 October 2002 - 09:37 AM
You could go help Steven King finally finish that damn Dark Towers conclusion that he's taking so long to finish.
Posted 04 October 2002 - 11:00 AM
I like it thanks.
If you decide to go to hoover dam, let me know, im an electrical engineer, and ill take a whack at it.
Posted 04 October 2002 - 11:12 AM
Posted 04 October 2002 - 12:46 PM
Posted 04 October 2002 - 02:58 PM
Posted 04 October 2002 - 03:51 PM
i wasn't even going to enter the contest until i read the chicken avenger. it was inspiringly creative, excellent work JP, and "Suzie Rubber Buckets"...there are just some combinations of words that are funny no matter how they are applied and i think that one definitely qualifies.
How 'bout some more competition eh? I know there are some twisted minds here, don't be scuuurred.
Posted 07 October 2002 - 12:48 AM
and the purple skies of murky darkness
and hear the calls of the souls gone mad
feel them tugging at my mind
scratching my eyes when i close them
the majick that is rolling in my mind
and the colors of the endtimes converge
and a new nexus is born
creeping up on my own mind
seeing the trance that i lie within
and knowing all that i have dreamed
each vision massaging my soul
and my deep desires to numbness
Posted 07 October 2002 - 06:56 AM