I couldn't believe my eyes. All my beliefs had been shattered overnight.
I no longer know what to think. What I had seen had destroyed my hopes and my future, and they drifted away, out of my reach. Have you ever dropped something in a river, right before a waterfall? Thats what it was like. It floated away on ripples of my despair.
It all started with that chicken. Or was it chicken? In my existential view of simulated reality, I didn't really know, or didn't really care whether or not the stupid bird was a chicken. All I knew was that as I stood there under the static TV like glare of the grey morning sky was that, that, that bird just appeared out of nowhere stammering some incromphensible string of gibberish that my nihilistic self could not possibly comprehend.
But hey, it sure tasted like chicken, after I'd cooked his behind. That made me feel better.
Except the chicken - if it was a chicken - was only the beginning. Nobody changes their entire view of life because of a chicken. No. It was the rhino that did that. He was HUGE!!!! Like a bulking.....well he was just a bulking rhino;all big horn and no talk.
No talk indeed, I thought as I eyed him with a menacing stare. Yet, as I turned to walk away, the rhino opened his mouth and began to speak.In a voice deep and rumbling, he said, "The world's not going to stop if you die."
His voice was gravely, but booming and loud. It forced me back with the force of eight eighteen wheelers.
I attempted to prevent myself from falling with an unstable foot, delaying my meeting with the ground only for a few seconds. It was like a mental snap, as I regained composure, and mulled over the words. What would a pathetic rhino know about death and dying? I looked across the room, at the penetrating grey haze that seeped in through the window, and touched my temple lightly, really ever so lightly, sending a sharp rhythmic sensation down my spinal chord, ripping my head in two. Great, I thought. All that water and I still have a hangover.
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