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tepidtea generated a random number between
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 Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 12:25 am
Sometime during the night something startled Ashton awake, beads of sweat clinging to his forehead. His stomach churned irritably as his eyes franticly glanced around the room, his chest heaving as he took in sharp deep breaths. His heart raced rapidly, feeling as though it wanted to hop out of his chest and run away.
Clutching his forehead, he tried to even his breathing as he gave a side-glance to the bottle. Lightening cracked past his window, looking quite sharp and demanding much like his bottle. The light moved wildly, so much that he couldn’t recall ever seeing it do as such. Getting to his feet, he walked over to it and gently picked it up and was promptly shocked. Crying out in surprise, he dropped the bottle, which rolled across the floor and towards the door.
It spat angry sparks at him, maybe from dropping it but it seemed agitated by something else. It had always been drawn to electrical storms, always relishing in the time it had with the yellow lights. Tonight was different; tonight the bottle seemed to be demanding something of him.
Pulling his pants on and a sweater, he walked over to the bottle and looked down at it.
”If I take you outside will you calm down?” Ashton asked, earning two sharp pulses, which he took as a yes. “Then stop shocking me and being a p***k, I don’t like it so stop”
Watching the sparks calm down, he picked it up off the floor and hurried downstairs. He pulled on his shoes and a long warm coat and ventured out to the lot behind his house. The thunder gave a great boom over head, the lighting streaking across the sky with a crack. It was crazy to go outside in which a vile storm, which seemed to have been coming quite often since the bottle had come into his possession. Coincidence, hopefully yes it was one.
Once reaching the lot, he held the bottle out at arms length so he could get a good look at it while he talked to it.
‘There, you startle me awake in the dead of night to see your storm, well here ya go, can I go back to bed now?” Came the sour question, hoping to get a single pulse as a yes. Instead however, he got a nasty shock, dropping his bottle once again and drew his hand to his chest.
Just as he was about to curse the bottle out with some colorful language he paused. The bottle seemed to have rolled away again on its own and was a good six steps away. Just as he was about to walk over to it the thunder clapped and lightening streaked above him and strike down to the earth before him with vengeance. Crying out in surprise, he fell back as Rubble flew about him, his heart sinking as he cried out.
”BOTTLE!”
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tepidtea generated a random number between
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 10:08 am
Its funny how when it came to the loss of his bottle he realized he had never given it a name. Its demise had been swift and enough to bring tears to his eyes. He didn’t know till right then how attached he was to the little glowing trinket. It was all he really had that he held near and dear to his heart. And now it had been destroyed by his own foolish actions.
As the smoke cleared, he crawled over to pick up what was left of his sweet little bottle. Much to his surprise it was perfectly fine, not even a scratch. Oh what the gods name did that happen? Not t hat he wasn’t happy to see it in perfect condition, but it was sure weird.
”Oh god you gave me a scare bottle! I thought you were a goner… you should have been a goner…” Ashton said through his tears. Tears? Where the hell did those come from? They trickled from his eyes and down his cheeks, splattering onto the bottle.
“Now see what you’ve done? You’ve made a even bigger sissy and crazy b*****d then I was before!” he exclaimed, watching the bottle fizzle and evaporate the tears that touched it. “You stupid bugger! This is all your fault you know! If you hadn’t been such a great idiot we’d be in the house right now! Now I’m wet, covered in dirt and—“
His tirade of tears and words were cut short when lightening streaked across t he sky and Yellow filled his vision as pain ripped through him.
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