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    dots Submission Name: This Is A True Story, Today the Sky Felldots

    Author: FarawayFeelings
    ASL Info:    16/F/Mia
    Elite Ratio:    0.93 - 159/74/72
    Words: 585
    Class/Type: Misc/Misc
    Total Views: 790
    Average Vote:    4.0000
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       May need a little work, probably with the grammar or word usage, but how do yo ulike it so far?

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    dotsThis Is A True Story, Today the Sky Felldots

    This morning as I was pouring my coffee, while reaching for the remote to turn the tv on. And when it turned on it spewed something from its little electrical mouth, that wasn't so hard for me to fathom, as it would be for the rest of the world.

    "It seems that today, dues to serious change in earth's orbit, the sky has fallen. The clouds, as you can see, the clouds are now suspended only inches from the ground."

    At first, I thought it was a joke, and that in a few minutes someone would come on tv, after the report, and state that all of this had been a joke, something celebrating April Fools day a bit early, (though somehow I found that weird, due to the fact that we were in November.)

    But as I looked down, to the city below my building, even someone high up as I, could have seen that the clouds really had come down. So I turned back to my couch and sat back down. I sat there for a good two hours, while my coffee sit cold on the kitchen counter.

    Until I decided, that I should try to adjust and maybe get a few things done. So I grabbed my coat and took the stairs instead of the elevator. And as I stepped out the front of my building, past the front stoop, I found that indeed it was true, a cloud was parted as I walked right through it.

    I knew where I was headed, to the college, to see if there would be classes, and maybe the coffeehouse on fourth, since my own cup lay forgotten and probably cold.

    On my way there, I passed several newsstands all of them carrying the newest issue of the citys daily paper, and other report who had been quick enough to print them right away.

    A few of the front pages shout "Heaven on Earth!", others asked "Second Coming? End of the World?", and all I could ask myself was, 'How could I have forgotten my coffee?' because to be honest I wasn'y all that shocked, I mean didn't see it coming but it still didn't surprise me.

    And as I was going about this "unusual" day, I was yelled at several times, by several strangers, who from what I deducted ,of their microphones and camera crews, were reporters. They asked me all kinds of questions, but no, not me, I* would not answer them. With every single one, I just stood there staring blankly.

    Then as I am sitting down to watch the evening news, a 'Breaking News' segement interupts a story about a 6 year old ballerina being raped and murdered. And from this womans mouth, perfectly painted with a pink lipstick came the words 'Today we discovered that this 'incident' involving our atmosphere has affected some of citizens mentally.." and as she babbled on, I could hear very faintly her words.

    But I was more focused on the picture, there, up on the screen, the picture was my own. Suddenly my indifference brought her to think that the whole city was mad. I sat there and saw the end of the six o' clock news, got some water, and then went to bed.

    That day taught me two things: Number one, reporters will talk about practically anything. And number two, never act normal because it can cause a city-wide epidemic.

    Submitted on 2006-08-29 17:12:44     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      considering your age, this is the best post I've read. when I put my poem up I didn't realize most people posting are teenagers. glad to note you're not into end-stop rhyme. it makes people insane you know. well, I know. and your not a mope, whining about angst that teenagers can't even have, or bemoaning the fact that it appears that one day all that lives must almost certainly die. good job.

    | Posted on 2006-08-29 00:00:00 | by mick729 | [ Reply to This ]

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