It was another stupid standard day, except
- It was another stupid standard day, except that it wasn't! The moment I opened the prize and saw the 10 Mil, I was excited with all my might and rushed out to purchase my dreams.
- I went outside and immediately tripped and the prize dropped into a gutter and I could see it swimming away before my eyes, only just out of reach!
- I reached out in vain, fingertips straining forward, but with a rush of water it was swept away into the drain. "No!" I shrieked, a raw sound which tore up my throat. My knees were
- artificial, but my courage was real, so I dove straight into the swirling waves, ignoring the debris floating around me &...the fact I could not swim. I realized my mistake
- at the meeting had been referring to the structural permit on the cooling tower as a minor matter that any CEO could do in his sleep. So here I was throwing myself in the ocean.
- The ocean was peaceful, enough to relax myself and my emotions and feelings that have lingered in my mind for so long. I threw myself in because... why not? It gives me peace.
- I get lost in a space of nothingness my world fades and my mind melts. It feels free, too free, and then not free enough.
- The Robby the Robot's knobbly arms thrust through the fabric of space, grab me with their tin claws and drag me to a TV stage in the 1960's. June Lockhart adjusts my jumpsuit and I
- suddenly see Dr. Smiths huge eye peeping at me through a hole in the wall. Robbie notices the eye at the same time and comes careening by, shouting "Danger! Danger Will Robinson!"
- “Quiet, you Bulbous Bumpkin!” shouts Dr. Smith behind the peep hole. The Robot, tired of the constant insults, shoots lightning from his arms into the hole, killing Smith. I cry.
- Started
- 2018-04-22 08:31:47
- Finished
- 2018-04-24 12:41:27
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Woab Apr 24 2018 @ 15:39
The pain, the pain...
pinky Apr 24 2018 @ 18:04
The agony, the agony...
Woab Apr 25 2018 @ 15:35
...and the ecstacy. Well, maybe not the ecstacy.
pinky Apr 26 2018 @ 07:07
The ecstasy of agony and the victory of defeat...? No, that's not right...
Woab Apr 26 2018 @ 12:46
I suggest we forget the whole thing and adjourn for cocktails.
TarotGuy Apr 26 2018 @ 13:05
I'll drink to that! I'll toast the late Dr. Zachary Smith, even though I was the one (with the Robot's help) who killed him.
pinky Apr 27 2018 @ 02:35
Oh lets do! All this thinking has left me parched. Hmmm...I'm thinking Mai Tai. Oh! No, no ,no - Grasshopers! Yum! Oh and BTW TarotGuy, we all hated that Dr. Smith, so no hard feelings for rubbing him out. Knarf!