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October 26, 2006

10.26.06

Every once in a great while, if the planets are aligned just right and the temperature is neither too hot nor too cold, something amazing happens.

Tell us a story of a once in a lifetime moment.

(difficulty: no wedding days, children being born, or fishing stories)

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Comments

Having been a writer of cyberpunk and gothic horror for quite a while it was an interesting experience when I was near what could have been a pretty horrific event.

I was standing near the London Israel Embassy bomb. It was literally a moving experience as I was thrown a few feet. What was most telling was seeing my waitress from breakfast runing away with blood flowing from her head.

It changed my view of the world forever. Anyone who thinks 7/7 was the first Islamist bomb in London I take great pleasure in correcting. Mostly to their profound shock.

Posted by: Andrew Ian Dodge at October 26, 2006 5:19 AM · Permalink

"It wasn't my fault," I explained to the officer.

He wasn't interested in what I had to say, and kept scribbling in his file. Occasionally, he would glance up and frown before returning to his notes.

Earlier that morning, the metal spear that pierces the hole in my belt had broken and fallen off. I removed the useless leather accessory and tossed it in the trash.

Not wanting to miss my bus, I ran to the stop and forgot about my wardrobe malfunction. My pants fell around my ankles just as the bus arrived.

I was arrested for indecent exposure.

Posted by: Manata at October 26, 2006 8:51 AM · Permalink

The Witness:

“You’re all probably thinking, exactly what I thought when I first heard.
But, let me tell you, after seeing how it has changed my life, changed me
literally from the inside out, I can assure you it’s the real deal.”

“Hey, you know, come on over to my house Tuesday night! That way
you can see for yourself. It will change your life too.”

Pete looked up uncomfortably; it was still hard for him to talk about it.
Glancing about, he made a mental note. “I’m always the only one left at
the water cooler when I bring up Am-way.”

Posted by: Kasac at October 26, 2006 9:24 AM · Permalink

Sorry Jim, I didn't read your story first. Must just be a Pete kind of day.

I doubt there will be any confusion, my story is pretty lame.

My first title thought was Van Andel Saves. But I thought that might be too obscure.

Posted by: Kasac at October 26, 2006 9:29 AM · Permalink

Chantelle leaned out the window and shouted.

“Boy, you best be staying where I can see you!”

Reggie meandered back to the strip of dirt between the apartment and the parking lot. In ten years, Reggie had hardly ever been out of Momma’s sight.

She lectured about perverts waiting to snatch him up and do horrible things

Reggie didn’t understand, but he always came straight home when she yelled.

By the dumpster, he found a wobbly little bike with busted training wheels.

It was too small for him, but if he tried, he could be farther away before Momma yelled.

Posted by: PB McCoy at October 26, 2006 12:59 PM · Permalink

I paused before exiting my den, feeling hungover as a gopher. They were out there, as they are every year. Waiting with idiot grins and banners.

Better get this over, I sighed.

As soon as I stepped out, camera flashes popped, people creatures ooo and ahhh'd. But something was different. An unprecedented shift in nature. I knew speech.

"Okay, bitches, take a good look!" Half the crowd froze. Half of them laughed, believing they had been punk'd.

"Oooo, will I see my shadow or not? You are sad, sad creatures, really. GET LIVES."

Validated, I wobbled back into my hole.

Posted by: ben martini at October 26, 2006 1:15 PM · Permalink