tatro_a
07-23-2014, 02:39 PM
The Real Chicken
My friends' vibrant hazelnut eyes popped against the bright light that radiated from the snow. I saw diamonds dispersed all about the banks. The wind pinpricked my face like a thousand small pushpins. We threw dull gray stones across the slivered steel. Clink, clank, clunk. While doing so we took a journey of nostalgia back to our younger days, sharing stories amongst each other, such as watching movies, sleepovers and bonfires where we played games like truth or dare and spin the bottle. Towering trees listened intently while our faces brightened with laughter. In the distance there was a discreet roaring, like a foreign machine. We began to see the relentless two-hundred-forty ton weapon veering closer to our frigid bodies. We decided to wait and test the ferocity of it. We were going to do this by playing the game of chicken, where one waits until a train is dangerously close. Then one proceeds to jump just at the last moment in order to avoid it. We wanted to find the feeling of adrenaline being set free from our brains into the vast wilderness of our internal selves. Nothing seemed more ravishing than to become overwhelmed with a tidal wave of chemicals surging through us. We waited with a mixture of nervousness and excitement in our throats as the volume of the engine ascended higher in our eardrums. It was angry, shaking and rattling and grumbling. It was ready to strike and diminish anything or anyone in its pathway. It had a destination and we were obstructing it. Just as it took a sharp swerve around the corner not more than feet away, we lunged forward off of the steel strips of death. The chilly air slowly froze time, almost to a stop. I faltered for a moment and stumbled on the rocks
I came to the realization that I could have had a close confrontation with death, becoming acquaintances. I watched my memories being whisked away, hopping on with the large monster, in order to return to the people that would actually appreciate them since I would be gone. I had just seen my entire life being flattened moment by moment, inch by inch. Everything I had aspired to do someday was plowed over into dust and dirt, only to be blown away with the chilled air. Every last notion I had that I was invincible was knocked right out of me. Reality and I were matched up in round three, Can you guess who won? The battle brought me to the most morbid realization of all; that train would've hit my mother, my father, my great grandma, my best friend, my old babysitter, the kid I sat next to in French class, and the woman who rang me up at the bakery. It would've run them all over too.
My friends' vibrant hazelnut eyes popped against the bright light that radiated from the snow. I saw diamonds dispersed all about the banks. The wind pinpricked my face like a thousand small pushpins. We threw dull gray stones across the slivered steel. Clink, clank, clunk. While doing so we took a journey of nostalgia back to our younger days, sharing stories amongst each other, such as watching movies, sleepovers and bonfires where we played games like truth or dare and spin the bottle. Towering trees listened intently while our faces brightened with laughter. In the distance there was a discreet roaring, like a foreign machine. We began to see the relentless two-hundred-forty ton weapon veering closer to our frigid bodies. We decided to wait and test the ferocity of it. We were going to do this by playing the game of chicken, where one waits until a train is dangerously close. Then one proceeds to jump just at the last moment in order to avoid it. We wanted to find the feeling of adrenaline being set free from our brains into the vast wilderness of our internal selves. Nothing seemed more ravishing than to become overwhelmed with a tidal wave of chemicals surging through us. We waited with a mixture of nervousness and excitement in our throats as the volume of the engine ascended higher in our eardrums. It was angry, shaking and rattling and grumbling. It was ready to strike and diminish anything or anyone in its pathway. It had a destination and we were obstructing it. Just as it took a sharp swerve around the corner not more than feet away, we lunged forward off of the steel strips of death. The chilly air slowly froze time, almost to a stop. I faltered for a moment and stumbled on the rocks
I came to the realization that I could have had a close confrontation with death, becoming acquaintances. I watched my memories being whisked away, hopping on with the large monster, in order to return to the people that would actually appreciate them since I would be gone. I had just seen my entire life being flattened moment by moment, inch by inch. Everything I had aspired to do someday was plowed over into dust and dirt, only to be blown away with the chilled air. Every last notion I had that I was invincible was knocked right out of me. Reality and I were matched up in round three, Can you guess who won? The battle brought me to the most morbid realization of all; that train would've hit my mother, my father, my great grandma, my best friend, my old babysitter, the kid I sat next to in French class, and the woman who rang me up at the bakery. It would've run them all over too.