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Tomato wasn’t sure what she done wrong. It was a hot weekend, and the heat glistened off the asphalt down the distant streets. The trees rustled their aching leaves as though gasping for water, and though she often passed beneath their shadows that streamed across the sidewalk she got no relief from the sweltering wind. It was very quiet. Occasionally, Tomato thought she could hear the murmur of unseen people conversing in scared, hushed tones, but when she strained her ears to listen further their voices almost seemed to die away into the breeze and were no more. The only living person that she could see was the faraway familiar shape of the local ice cream man, an old Mexican fellow named Sandreo, who had startling silvery eyes and flyaway wisps of white hair that trickled from under his old floppy hat. She could see him pushing his little cart even from this distance, and she knew he was calling hopefully to the silent houses that stiffly lined the road like soldiers at attention, with cold staring windows and locked doors, each one more unresponsive then the last. Though she heard nothing, she knew he was ringing his little ice cream bell in unanswered welcome, and other than him, she was alone.
Tired from her long walk in the heat, for a moment Tomato paused to take a deep breath to her thirsty lungs and shake her long blonde hair away from her face. Sweat ran like guilt down one temple, and she spat on the dusty ground as though to curse the swollen glaring eye that beamed above, or to remove from her mouth the acidic taste of sudden bitterness. Certainly, she was bitter. Certainly. Was reason did she have not to be? Though there was nothing wrong, suddenly Tomato felt empty. Betrayed. Her stomach churned with acid and confusion and bile rose up in the back of her throat, burning her mouth. She didn’t understand at first, but then she was feeling it again… those thoughts. It was happening again, and this time she couldn’t stop it. It was too strong…or maybe she had become too weak. Colored spots danced between her brain and her eyes, and she staggered out into the hot empty street, trying to escape the staggering and unexpected attack from her inner demons.
The sudden explosion of emotion had lasted only an instant.
Then she was on the road, in plain view, her secrecy forgotten, and though she was still unclear what she had done wrong Tomato knew then it was a mistake; her vision cleared barely long enough to see some sort of giant machine bear down on her like a hungry dragon, its demented wheels turning crazily as it ate up the pavement, its body leaping forwards to crush unwillingly over her flesh. She knew only a second of numbing horror, and all her paralyzed brain could squeeze out in that fleeting instant were the words
I know you
before the giant beast of screeching metal and heat collapsed into her, howling and shattering, ripping her to torn, floating pieces of red energy, plunging what was left of the burning world into total darkness and sending her mutilated soul screaming into oblivion.



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The following comments are for "The Five Worlds"
by EternalAlice

to EternalAlice
Maybe its late but I am utterly lost concerning the plot. Mind explaining the story to me? It was going intruguinly well then seemed to end without rhyme or reason.

Some small mistakes are really wince causing. e.g. The first sentence for example and the consecutive "thoughs" Almost seemed is just seemed.

Great descriptions but please expound the plot. I really want to know what exactly happened here though I suspect it might be an abstract tragedy.

( Posted by: Furius [Member] On: May 18, 2002 )





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