agenda-b's Stories

Knee Jerk Reaction

2008-05-14T06:12:37Z

“Welcome Back. We are reporting live from Sears in the Westfield Mall. We have eye witness Ted Levine here to tell us a little more about the tragic event that occurred here today.”

“Ted. Tell us what you saw.”

“Well, it happened real fast. Umm, well, I guess it started when this purty lady was gettin’ on that escalator to, you know… go up. This real old guy gets on right after, and about half way up he touches her all inappropriate like.”

“What do you mean by inappropriate mister Levine?”

“I mean that… he ah, gropes. You know, her ass.”

“And what happened next?”

“Well, she turned around all shocked lookin’, and then she kneed him in his junk, err… groin. He tumbled down that up escalator reeeaaallll slllloooowwww. He was all bent up, and cran-”

“Excuse me Mr. Levine. We are getting reports that Ms. Amber Dunlocke is being charged with murder & treason for the death of the Vice President. Jim is coming in live from the White House where the President is about to make a statement. Jim?”

Fleeting Love

2008-05-09T20:46:17Z

I don’t know what I expected when I brought her here. I mean, I knew we were different. I knew we grew up in practically different worlds. I just loved her so much. I had to; had to be with her.

I remember vividly the first time I saw her; walking along the banks, humming beautifully out of tune. I wanted to approach her then, but I was frozen. I watched from afar, and I followed, and I waited.

One night, I watched a silhouette attack her through her cottage window. Stark anger burned my eyes. I rushed in. She was curled up, grasping the bed post tightly, tears streaming from her bruised eyes. Her pale mate saw me. He looked past my hand with eyes of confusion, fear, and madness as he suffocated.

She had fainted by the time I went to her. I would make her safe.

She thrashed as we entered the swamp. Screamed as the last of her air bubbled out of her throat. She was cold and limp when we reached the bottom.

I hold her, twirling my cold webbed fingers through her golden hair.

Fleeting Love

2008-05-09T20:46:10Z

I don’t know what I expected when I brought her here. I mean, I knew we were different. I knew we grew up in practically different worlds. I just loved her so much. I had to; had to be with her.

She had fainted by the time I went to her. I would make her safe.

She thrashed as we entered the swamp. Screamed as the last of her air bubbled out of her throat. She was cold and limp when we reached the bottom.

I hold her, twirling my cold webbed fingers through her golden hair.

One Minute View

2008-05-09T19:43:23Z

Ka-ching. Clack. Tic-tic-tic-tic…

I love these things. Twenty-five cents, exact change, and you get a magnified view of everything ahead. You can look up, you can look down, and you can look forty five degrees to the left or right. You only get one minute, so you have to try and make it count.

My quarter swallowed, I place my eyes against the eye pieces and begin to swivel and search. Tik-tik-tik… I come across a woman bent over in front of the walrus habitat. She is picking up the four dollar smelly dead fish plate she dropped. She is beautiful. So close, and yet so far away. She looks up. She stares in my direction. I know that I am anonymous behind this large metal moon through which I peer. But the feeling is unmistakable. She is looking at me. She sees me.

She reaches behind her, and begins to tug at something in her back pocket. She struggles but her eyes never leave me. Successful, she brings her hand up in front of her. I can almost make out what it is… Clack. Blackness

Snow Angel

2008-05-09T17:20:51Z

“I want you to look like confused, stupid snow angels; face DOWN with legs and arms fucking SPREAD !”

Flecks of warm spittle speckle my left cheek as you scream at the lobby. The thin carpet, the kind made for common areas in office buildings, only slightly dampens the sounds of sobs, and shallow breath from the patrons around me. I hear Gary still in the corner to my right. I can hear the the low, wet gurgling from his neck. I am stuck looking left. I dare not move. I am stuck looking left past Mr. Udal’s particularly pasty legs. I can see up his denim shorts. I am scared.

A gun shot. Chunks splatter glass. A loud thump prefaces Kelly’s eyewear tumbling across the floor. I hear a shuffle; a tap dance in combat boots moves you across the lobby. Bag in hand, you boot crush Mr. Udal’s wrist in your retreat. A gun shot from my right makes my ears ring dull. Gary is alive!

Blood soaks outward from the hole in your white button up shirt. The bag drops. My tears blur your fall. I love you…