dJJ said:

dJJ said:

Then it struck me. Maybe the lightening struck wasn't a conincedent. What if his death had anything to do with the autobiography he was working on? He was the most intelligent physicist I ever met. He called me a couple of weeks ago, sounding very stressed. He told me he found out that the weather was suspicious. Back then I didn't think much of it.

The fact that lightening hit him, right at the moment he almost finished his book, and only was a few steps apart from me, suddenly frightened me. I realized that if he was right about it, there was no way I or anybody else could protect ourselves from weather conditions that were deadly and stronger than me and anybody else for that matter. And he had known that. He knew the forces behind it. He understood the forces behind it. However, he wasn't capable of telling his story. He was lying dead a few feet in front of me.

I just couldn't move.

It was at this exact moment that I began to talk to myself in a Sesame Street voice. I was simultaneously playing the parts of both Bert and Ernie. "Hey Bert!" I said to myself, suddenly realizing that I had forgotten the kinds of things that Bert might say in response. I thought about perhaps going to the store to see if I could buy Sesame Street on DVD, but then I remembered I already had a Sesame Street DVD, and I'd lent it to the dead guy in front of me. I thought he might still have the DVD in his jacket pocket, so I fantasized about kicking him to see if I could feel it throught the now lightning-charred clothing. "No", I thought. "That might be disrespectful". I heard a noise behind me, and considered turning to see what it was, but then I forgot why I wanted to turn, so I remained still.

dJJ said:

I didn't understand why he had asked me to blow him. He knew I was never very good at that.

Militant said:

dJJ said:

The fact that lightening hit him, right at the moment he almost finished his book, and only was a few steps apart from me, suddenly frightened me. I realized that if he was right about it, there was no way I or anybody else could protect ourselves from weather conditions that were deadly and stronger than me and anybody else for that matter. And he had known that. He knew the forces behind it. He understood the forces behind it. However, he wasn't capable of telling his story. He was lying dead a few feet in front of me.

I just couldn't move.

It was at this exact moment that I began to talk to myself in a Sesame Street voice. I was simultaneously playing the parts of both Bert and Ernie. "Hey Bert!" I said to myself, suddenly realizing that I had forgotten the kinds of things that Bert might say in response. I thought about perhaps going to the store to see if I could buy Sesame Street on DVD, but then I remembered I already had a Sesame Street DVD, and I'd lent it to the dead guy in front of me. I thought he might still have the DVD in his jacket pocket, so I fantasized about kicking him to see if I could feel it throught the now lightning-charred clothing. "No", I thought. "That might be disrespectful". I heard a noise behind me, and considered turning to see what it was, but then I forgot why I wanted to turn, so I remained still.

The noise soon ceased so I gave it no further thought, though thinking about it more I must confess it had left me moderately curious. Not feeling an exceptional amount of curiosity, however, I decided the best course of action was to act as though I'd never heard anything, which by now I'd concluded had in fact always been the case.

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Fauxie said:

Militant said:

It was at this exact moment that I began to talk to myself in a Sesame Street voice. I was simultaneously playing the parts of both Bert and Ernie. "Hey Bert!" I said to myself, suddenly realizing that I had forgotten the kinds of things that Bert might say in response. I thought about perhaps going to the store to see if I could buy Sesame Street on DVD, but then I remembered I already had a Sesame Street DVD, and I'd lent it to the dead guy in front of me. I thought he might still have the DVD in his jacket pocket, so I fantasized about kicking him to see if I could feel it throught the now lightning-charred clothing. "No", I thought. "That might be disrespectful". I heard a noise behind me, and considered turning to see what it was, but then I forgot why I wanted to turn, so I remained still.

The noise soon ceased so I gave it no further thought, though thinking about it more I must confess it had left me moderately curious. Not feeling an exceptional amount of curiosity, however, I decided the best course of action was to act as though I'd never heard anything, which by now I'd concluded had in fact always been the case.

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As I stood there thinking I never heard anthing, there was a loud noise from behind me. I then decided the best course of action was to

oh my bad....I then decided my best course of action was to turn around to see what was making the noise. But I didn't...

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I nearly fainted as the sound became clearer.......

It was TONY M. rapping from behind his cardboard castle.

(These kind of threads don't work very well without a unifying theme.)

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Fucking spelling fail edits lol.

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Shaolin325 said:

Fauxie said:

The noise soon ceased so I gave it no further thought, though thinking about it more I must confess it had left me moderately curious. Not feeling an exceptional amount of curiosity, however, I decided the best course of action was to act as though I'd never heard anything, which by now I'd concluded had in fact always been the case.

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As I stood there thinking I never heard anthing, there was a loud noise from behind me. I then decided the best course of action was to

oh my bad....I then decided my best course of action was to turn around to see what was making the noise. But I didn't...

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Like a flash I was there, remaining where I'd always been, primed to do nothing, when in a split-second a sense of fear markedly separated into distinct, gradual stages crept over me, and everything went dark. I opened my eyes again and I was standing in the same place as before, only now a couple of minutes had passed.

The shadows grew long as the light of day pulled back like an ocean's ebb. I knew that I must go inside before long, but so much had happened, or rather had not happened that I knew I needed time to sort out my emotions and reflect on the famthomless depths of non-events before doing anything.

imago said:

The shadows grew long as the light of day pulled back like an ocean's ebb. I knew that I must go inside before long, but so much had happened, or rather had not happened that I knew I needed time to sort out my emotions and reflect on the famthomless depths of non-events before doing anything.

I'd never actually seen the ocean's ebb in real life, but pictured it in my mind as a large body of water like an ocean, ebbing, like the way the light of day pulls back as shadows grow long. I decided to spend a day going to the ocean to witness said ebbing in person, and having chosen a date 2 months from now to do this, I took a moment to reflect upon how the slightly uncommon, but far from rare weather of earlier had made way for what's generally regarded as more typical weather for this time of year.

Fauxie said:

imago said:

The shadows grew long as the light of day pulled back like an ocean's ebb. I knew that I must go inside before long, but so much had happened, or rather had not happened that I knew I needed time to sort out my emotions and reflect on the famthomless depths of non-events before doing anything.

I'd never actually seen the ocean's ebb in real life, but pictured it in my mind as a large body of water like an ocean, ebbing, like the way the light of day pulls back as shadows grow long. I decided to spend a day going to the ocean to witness said ebbing in person, and having chosen a date 2 months from now to do this, I took a moment to reflect upon how the slightly uncommon, but far from rare weather of earlier had made way for what's generally regarded as more typical weather for this time of year.

I thought about how much I enjoyed the word "weather", and whether the words of weather and whether would become indistinguishable if you repeated them to yourself repeatedly in your head, focusing on the element of repetition, and the repetitious nature of the act itself. Weather. Whether. Weather. Whether. Weather. Whether. Weather. Whether. I continued on this stream of consciousness for a further month, only to look at my watch and realize it had actually only been half a second. I looked at my watch again, but realized I wasn't wearing one. I thought that I was, so debated whether or not I may have dropped it, and that perhaps that was the sound I'd heard earlier. As the weather remained calm, I began thinking about words again, but then the unknown passing of time made me forget, or remember, or forget to remember that I'd forgotten to remember what I'd tried to forget, last month.

Explosion !

I would like to nominate this GD thread of the year.

formallypickles said:

Explosion !

in my head! I remember what my psychiatrist keeps telling me. Wondering off about Sesame street DVD's and procrastinating about irrelevant stuff as my watch is a defense mechanism. When I'm cought up with that, I'm avoiding something. I occupy my brain because I don't want to think about something I feel is threatening to me.

Well, it doesn't take a Phd in psychology to know that I am mentally avoiding reality here. Look at this mess. My wife wrapped up, in linoleum like a present in the garage and my friend from physics classes is lying dead on my lawn. Intentionally struck by lightening. By forces he has described in his autobioghraphy that, I suppose, he wanted to hand over to me. For savety measures.

Oh oh. I just daunted to me. He must have handed me his autobiography, explaining how, why and which forces are behind this destructive wheater eruptions. It's inside my house. However, I locked myself out. I realize the vulnerable state I'm in right now. I'm outside in the open sky, where the same forces can hit me with any form of deadly weather state. Whether it is the burning sun, a lightning flash or snowblizz, I can't go back in the house to protect myself from it. Nor can I get to his autobiography.

I just stare at his lifeless body in front of me. These thoughts freeze me. Chilling my heart.

I finally turned and walked inside. I opened the door and walked in. I closed the door and then I magically warped back to where I was standing before. It was then realized I had been imagining it all.

Don't give up on this story, folks!

It hasn't nearly ended yet! I know so, becuase it really hasn't even begun yet.

Militant said:

I finally turned and walked inside. I opened the door and walked in. I closed the door and then I magically warped back to where I was standing before. It was then realized I had been imagining it all.

well i thought it was just an illusion until i reached down my pants and pulled out......

FuzzyWitch said:

Militant said:

I finally turned and walked inside. I opened the door and walked in. I closed the door and then I magically warped back to where I was standing before. It was then realized I had been imagining it all.

well i thought it was just an illusion until i reached down my pants and pulled out......

...of reaching down my pants and instead stayed where I was, hands by my side.

Of course, my mind was wondering around aimlessly. I just didn’t want to grasp the reality of this situation and rather denied everything that had happened. The implications of Josh intentionally getting murdered by the weather is to frightening for me to handle. It means there are forces that ‘know’ all physics beyond human capability and are capable of heading for deadly attacks by natural forces. I’m easy prey for them. Because I forgot my keys, locked myself out and are out in the open, at my lawn in front of my house.

And unfortunately there was an extremely bad timing for my wife’s death. She was lying in the garage, rolled up in linoleum. Not being any help to me for that matter.

I knew it was all about the autobiography he nearly finished. And I realized it entailed complex physics that needed a flexible mind to grasp it and translate it for lay people. Was I really the designated person for that? Did Josh visit me for that purpose? And did the forces want to stop him from passing his findings to me?

I mean, he did lie dead in front of me. Attacked by lightening, just before he could explain his book to me and now he couldn’t finish it anymore. What to do? I felt lonely, lost, uncertain and cold.

The cold brought to mind a childhood memory of a film I'd seen during school. A film about a French boy who is befriended by a red balloon that acts as his companion throughout a day. The pair travel the city, sharing in adventures.

This remembrance moved me deeply, washing over me a new sense of courage and euphoria. I prepared to leap for joy and run down the street with wild abandon.

Then, a chill of the naivete of that childhood washed over me. As I thought about what my life had become -- my wife in the garage, the enormity of life's disappointments...

... I stood, stoic.

wondering how it had all augmented up to this point. Me standing there. Wondering.

dJJ said:

wondering how it had all augmented up to this point. Me standing there. Wondering.

And pondering. How had it all augmented to this point? Had I added water when I should have turned up the heat? Was it the pinch of salt that had proven to be the final turning point? There was no way of telling exactly when and where the biscuits had gone south but they had. For the winter, in droves, and wearing the bright plaid of an early golf-playing retiree. Were they still edible even? Would any sane person even consider serving them at dinner? My wife in the garage no longer seemed important to me. Compared to the biscuits she was a walk in the park, a sweet-smelling bouquet of shiny silk flowers. The only thing I could really do was

was to stand there. Lordy Chile, I needed to get myself to a new church quick and find me a new preacher since it has been a year since I had an active stable church. Haver mercy chile, I realized that it wasn't even Sunday, so I gave up on that idea and just stood there thinkin to myself.

dJJ said:

When bored I would play this game with my brothers. Everybody got to say/write two sentences of the story. Than another has two sentences. Until we ended up with a great, funny, illogical story.

Let's see if we can pull it of at the org.

I'll start with the first two sentences:

It was dark and cloudy outside. As soon as I stepped outside, I knew it.

It was dark and cloudy outside. As soon as I stepped outside, I knew it.

The damned doctor cheated me. As hard as I tried, I couldn't grow it.

The pill was supposed to extend what God gave to me

I first felt elated; I thought I was free

Instead, it deflated

Like a flaccid balloon

Now I sit here

Full of mirthless gloom

Trying to see the humor

In reliving the fallacy

Of an ill-advised rumor

Leading to my sexual doom...

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