Make the whole world stop for awhile. It was all he’d wanted to do. But the world is stubbornly motivated to remain in motion – this portion of it frantically so; to halt this clamorous juggernaut required an act that was shocking in conception and much more in execution.
The crowd of travelers crept into his awareness only after he’d planted the charges inside the Rapid Transit tunnel. So obsessed was he to halt that symbol – that disquieting train, to soothe his terrorizing nerves, he’d disregarded the inevitable loss of life.
Now all was ceased.
The silence was deafening.
Categories: fiction stories
Dear Legion, I’m buckling up, this is going to be a thrilling ride!
We’ll see. I’m not sure if this negligently murderous fellow has more to say or not.
but isn’t it so fun to think about????
A dark tale of the effects of over-stimulation and its deadly consequences. Yikes.
You a smart lady, Carrie. Thanks. 🙂
A man on the edge, chilling.
Thanks for being chilled!
Sounds as if the bomb went off in his head a long time before it went off inside the Rapid Tunnel transit. Stark, evocative piece of writing.
I suppose you’re right about the bomb in the head. Thanks, Cara
Fantstic piece of shared imagination, my friend.
I’ve nominate you for The Very Inspirer Award. You can see it here, http://summer4soul.wordpress.com/2012/12/15/blog-nominations-its-like-giving-a-christmas-present/
Sweet greetings, Summer
wow! Thanks so much for the honor!
We may hunger to map out a new course, but for most of us, the lines have been drawn since we were 5. Character is destiny. Being different is the one thing in this world that can save us from what we fear the most…Ourselves… that everything in front of us is just one big fucking game. The bigger the lie, the more they believe it. Apparently, all we need is a powerful desire, to get away with murder? And become helpless not to make that desire our own. When you say it like that it sounds bad… 🙂 I’m not obsessed, I’m a high-functioning sociopath, do your research 🙂
Excellent writing. I luve it (the state in between luff and love) 🙂
I suppose I DO fear myself, now that you mention it. 🙂