Post by jemima on Mar 12, 2007 13:49:55 GMT -5
George was over at Kimia's house. For no particular reason, besides watching a movie. They were watching Mission Impossible III. It was a slightly exciting movie, but George found it very boring. George was bored because he wanted a snack. Many times you will find that you are bored, and have nothing to do, so to satisfy and entertain yourself, you will have a snack.
George didn't know what he wanted for as a snack, as he got up and walked to the kitchen. Tom Cruise was escaping from an EXPLODING car on an EXPLODING bridge when GeorgeEXPLODINGLY left the room.
"Where are you going, George?" asked Kimia.
"Getting a snack. Want something?" went George.
"No thanks," refused Kimia.
So Dupin continued walking to the kitchen. Not only did he want a munchie, but he wanted a drink. Action movies make people thirsty, believe it or not. Several times in the movie theater I have sat eating popcorn during any exciting movie like Mission Impossible III, and I find that I'm thirsty when the movie reaches the climax. I have to go out and get a drink of water, and miss a vital part of the film in order to get my drink. It's very annoying, but the point is is that you get thirsty from action movies. It's true.
Dupin opened Kimia's refrigerator and saw a carton of skim milk, a carton of 2% milk, a carton of mild pulp orange juice, a carton of apple juice, a liter of Pepsi, five liters of root beer, a gallon of cranberry juice, two liters of water, and a cup of another liquid that looked like water, which had a gray lid with a red symbol on it that doesn't belong in England, so, it was unknown to him.
"Oh, how convenient. I don't have to get a cup out for the water," he mumbled as he reached for the cup of the liquid that looked like water.
George took the lid off and set it on the counter, and leaned in a relaxed, slumped way against the counter. The cup was slowly raised to his lips, and George took a huge gulp into his mouth and swallowed the whole thing. To his surprise, it didn't taste like water. Also to his surprise, it didn't taste very nice. The clear concoction had smelled like water, but the taste was of paper, permanent marker, glass, grass, aluminum, and peanut butter combined, with a hint of raw fish.
His mind started to swirl, and his eyes felt like they were pushed together and being squeezed to make one mass of an eye, and his nose felt like it was being forced into his face, his hair felt like it was shedding, his feet felt as if his socks were growing, his teeth felt like they needed teething, his gut was churning, he had a very big urge to relieve himself, his legs felt like they were going to rip apart and make his body rip in two, his ankles needed a massage, maybe even to cut them off, his brain was going to EXPLODE like the car in the movie he was watching not just five minutes ago, it felt as if someone had stabbed nails through his hands like the savior Christ had suffered, his feet as well, and all this pain wouldn't go away. It just couldn't, no matter how hard he kept his stance, no matter how hard he tried to scream, no matter how hard his mind was trying to flush it all down and through, no matter how hard he closed his eyes together, no matter, no matter, no matter one bit, no matter at all, "PLEASE TAKE THE PAIN AWAY, WHAT DID I DO FOR THIS, I JUST WANTED A GLASS OF WATER, A GLASS OF WATER TO QUENCH MY THIRST, OH GOD, OH GOD, OH MY GOD! HOLY MOTHER EARTH, OH... MY... GAHHHHHHHHHD! STOP! STOP! OH GOD!" he howled in his mind, in his brain, in his heart, in his soul, in all the things that had mattered in his entire fourteen years of his life, it all mattered, and then nothing mattered, and the pain would not go away no matter how hard he did anything.
The pain reached maximum height, it felt like he was going to die, he kept his eyelids locked together so tight that they could make a diamond, and hurt so much, it would not stop. It would not stop. It did not stop until four minutes later from the moment he had swallowed the entire cup of whatever that was. And suddenly, the pain was gone. He could feel it gone everywhere. He felt like he had ten minutes ago. He felt fine.
Dupin unlocked his eyelids slowly, with a small gasp for air, and as he looked around himself, everything seemed so big! The only thing that was not big, was his hands, feet, nose, eyes, legs, arms, and mind.
George was four years old.
PART UN FIN
George didn't know what he wanted for as a snack, as he got up and walked to the kitchen. Tom Cruise was escaping from an EXPLODING car on an EXPLODING bridge when George
"Where are you going, George?" asked Kimia.
"Getting a snack. Want something?" went George.
"No thanks," refused Kimia.
So Dupin continued walking to the kitchen. Not only did he want a munchie, but he wanted a drink. Action movies make people thirsty, believe it or not. Several times in the movie theater I have sat eating popcorn during any exciting movie like Mission Impossible III, and I find that I'm thirsty when the movie reaches the climax. I have to go out and get a drink of water, and miss a vital part of the film in order to get my drink. It's very annoying, but the point is is that you get thirsty from action movies. It's true.
Dupin opened Kimia's refrigerator and saw a carton of skim milk, a carton of 2% milk, a carton of mild pulp orange juice, a carton of apple juice, a liter of Pepsi, five liters of root beer, a gallon of cranberry juice, two liters of water, and a cup of another liquid that looked like water, which had a gray lid with a red symbol on it that doesn't belong in England, so, it was unknown to him.
"Oh, how convenient. I don't have to get a cup out for the water," he mumbled as he reached for the cup of the liquid that looked like water.
George took the lid off and set it on the counter, and leaned in a relaxed, slumped way against the counter. The cup was slowly raised to his lips, and George took a huge gulp into his mouth and swallowed the whole thing. To his surprise, it didn't taste like water. Also to his surprise, it didn't taste very nice. The clear concoction had smelled like water, but the taste was of paper, permanent marker, glass, grass, aluminum, and peanut butter combined, with a hint of raw fish.
His mind started to swirl, and his eyes felt like they were pushed together and being squeezed to make one mass of an eye, and his nose felt like it was being forced into his face, his hair felt like it was shedding, his feet felt as if his socks were growing, his teeth felt like they needed teething, his gut was churning, he had a very big urge to relieve himself, his legs felt like they were going to rip apart and make his body rip in two, his ankles needed a massage, maybe even to cut them off, his brain was going to EXPLODE like the car in the movie he was watching not just five minutes ago, it felt as if someone had stabbed nails through his hands like the savior Christ had suffered, his feet as well, and all this pain wouldn't go away. It just couldn't, no matter how hard he kept his stance, no matter how hard he tried to scream, no matter how hard his mind was trying to flush it all down and through, no matter how hard he closed his eyes together, no matter, no matter, no matter one bit, no matter at all, "PLEASE TAKE THE PAIN AWAY, WHAT DID I DO FOR THIS, I JUST WANTED A GLASS OF WATER, A GLASS OF WATER TO QUENCH MY THIRST, OH GOD, OH GOD, OH MY GOD! HOLY MOTHER EARTH, OH... MY... GAHHHHHHHHHD! STOP! STOP! OH GOD!" he howled in his mind, in his brain, in his heart, in his soul, in all the things that had mattered in his entire fourteen years of his life, it all mattered, and then nothing mattered, and the pain would not go away no matter how hard he did anything.
The pain reached maximum height, it felt like he was going to die, he kept his eyelids locked together so tight that they could make a diamond, and hurt so much, it would not stop. It would not stop. It did not stop until four minutes later from the moment he had swallowed the entire cup of whatever that was. And suddenly, the pain was gone. He could feel it gone everywhere. He felt like he had ten minutes ago. He felt fine.
Dupin unlocked his eyelids slowly, with a small gasp for air, and as he looked around himself, everything seemed so big! The only thing that was not big, was his hands, feet, nose, eyes, legs, arms, and mind.
George was four years old.
PART UN FIN