September 30, 2001 (idea)
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Tue Dec 04 2001 at 1:01:41
, while I was sitting at my
, I was startled my a huge thud and a crash outside. I jumped up and saw that the
below had been broken. ...pieces of it were swaying back and forth. I thought someone was trying to climb up to my
, so I grabbed a
and went to the screen door. Just then, Woosh! BOOM! A huge potted plant flew from above and shattered on the porch below. Then a sack of dirt, some glass dishes, and other assorted stuff started to rain down.
I called up to the balcony above: "
All activity up there froze. There was no reply.
"Is everything alright up there?" I asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine." she replied
Then the barrage continuted. More heavy objects bashed the trellis to bits.
There was a pause in the destruction, and then Linda
! WAKE UP!"
"WAKE UP! WAKE UP!"
(She went on like that for a while)
She was pleading by this time. "WHERE IS MY CRYSTALLL?" "
ORLANNDO! PLEASE WAKE UPP!!
More stuff began to fall and crash. I was getting really
out. I pictured a man named Orlando, dead of
somewhere in the apartment above me. I heard a siren. Then a
was calling up from below. I went back to the screen door, and he pointed his flashlight in my face.
"What's the problem?" he asked.
Not wanting to get involved, I simply pointed upwards. He directed his flashlight there and started speaking to Linda.
"Mamn, what's wrong?"
"NUUTHIIIINNNNNG." ,she replied, in a crazy, fucked up voice that I can't convey in text.
"I'm coming up, OK?" he asked.
"OKAYY, but nothing is wrong!" she said.
Silence. A short while later, the cop had left. I guess she was telling Orlando (our city) to wake up and help her find her crystal, and there was no dead guy named Orlando. I felt better.
The ground below my window is a disaster area. I sure hope they don't try to blame this mess on me!
So there's the 411 for you. Watch out for falling flower pots!
I like it!
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