Post by k8ethegothgirl on Mar 10, 2009 7:04:00 GMT -5
[amazing prompt from the not-so amazing Mr. Marhefaka]
The train jolted me awake when it came to a stop. Graceful as ever, I bounced my head off of the widow. Looking around to see if anyone had noticed, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Edward Scissorhands was getting on the train with Tim Burton. I rubbed my eyes furiously, trying to get the image to go away.
“Maybe lack of sleep is making me see things…” I thought to myself. A train is not the most comfortable place to nap. Tim Burton just happens to be my hero. His short about a young boy who dreamed that he was Vincent Price inspired me poetically. But, what about dear old Edward? Maybe he was just a raging fan in cosplay. Lack of sleep was it. That had to be the reason why I was seeing this. I settled down into my seat and tried to ignore what I was seeing. Eventually I began to slowly drifted off until the next stop had my head bouncing off of the window again. I looked away, trying to ignore Tim and Edward in their own little corner, chuckling at me.
As a heard of new people loaded onto the train car, I knew I was going crazy: because Marilyn Manson was in the seat across the aisle from me. I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping this would go away. Could a simple train ride to Pittsburg really make me go insane? I’m not scared of Marilyn Manson like some people are. He is really quite a wonderful musician, but Tim Burton, Edward Scissorhands, and Marilyn Manson on the same public train. This is either a nightmare of insane proportions, or the best day I’ve ever had. I couldn’t help myself when I got out my phone and took a picture of Edward and Tim in the corner. I waited impatient as ever, trying to get my old phone to let me view the picture. Yup, there they were, Tim Burton and Edward Scissorhands. On my phone. Forget on my phone! In the same train car as me! I looked over at Marilyn Manson questionably. This could actually be just some look-alike. A lot of people want to look like him, be like him, live like him, etc. etc. Being an obsessive kind of fan, I knew his first name was Brian. Maybe if I called his actual name it would give me some clue to if this was really Manson.
“Brian…” I whispered. I didn’t mean for it to sound so ghostly, but it turned out that way. I was more embarrassed that he looked over directly at me. I want to hope that if I wasn’t so tired from the long uncomfortable train ride. I probably wouldn’t have passed out. But it was just what I needed. Because when I woke up, they were gone…and I had passed my stop.
The train jolted me awake when it came to a stop. Graceful as ever, I bounced my head off of the widow. Looking around to see if anyone had noticed, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Edward Scissorhands was getting on the train with Tim Burton. I rubbed my eyes furiously, trying to get the image to go away.
“Maybe lack of sleep is making me see things…” I thought to myself. A train is not the most comfortable place to nap. Tim Burton just happens to be my hero. His short about a young boy who dreamed that he was Vincent Price inspired me poetically. But, what about dear old Edward? Maybe he was just a raging fan in cosplay. Lack of sleep was it. That had to be the reason why I was seeing this. I settled down into my seat and tried to ignore what I was seeing. Eventually I began to slowly drifted off until the next stop had my head bouncing off of the window again. I looked away, trying to ignore Tim and Edward in their own little corner, chuckling at me.
As a heard of new people loaded onto the train car, I knew I was going crazy: because Marilyn Manson was in the seat across the aisle from me. I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping this would go away. Could a simple train ride to Pittsburg really make me go insane? I’m not scared of Marilyn Manson like some people are. He is really quite a wonderful musician, but Tim Burton, Edward Scissorhands, and Marilyn Manson on the same public train. This is either a nightmare of insane proportions, or the best day I’ve ever had. I couldn’t help myself when I got out my phone and took a picture of Edward and Tim in the corner. I waited impatient as ever, trying to get my old phone to let me view the picture. Yup, there they were, Tim Burton and Edward Scissorhands. On my phone. Forget on my phone! In the same train car as me! I looked over at Marilyn Manson questionably. This could actually be just some look-alike. A lot of people want to look like him, be like him, live like him, etc. etc. Being an obsessive kind of fan, I knew his first name was Brian. Maybe if I called his actual name it would give me some clue to if this was really Manson.
“Brian…” I whispered. I didn’t mean for it to sound so ghostly, but it turned out that way. I was more embarrassed that he looked over directly at me. I want to hope that if I wasn’t so tired from the long uncomfortable train ride. I probably wouldn’t have passed out. But it was just what I needed. Because when I woke up, they were gone…and I had passed my stop.
