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Epedemic

November 3, 2013
By TargonTheDragon GOLD, Ofallon, Missouri
TargonTheDragon GOLD, Ofallon, Missouri
15 articles 16 photos 292 comments

Favorite Quote:
First dentistry was painless.
Then bicycles were chainless,
Carriages were horseless,
And many laws enforceless.

Next cookery was fireless,
Telegraphy was wireless,
Cigars were nicotineless,
And coffee caffeineless.

Soon oranges were seedless,
The putting green was weedless,
The college boy was hatless,
The proper diet fatless.

New motor roads are dustless,
The latest steel is rustless,
Our tennis courts are sodless,
Our new religion — godless.


Loud creaking and sharp squeals rip your ears. Soot and body odor threaten to choke out your life. A horrid, nauseating, gag-inducing smell infiltrates your nostrils. Your mind immediately recognizes the odor and you hold your breath. Someone on this train has the flu. Not the stomach flu. The kind of flu where your entire body aches, leaving every joint screaming. The kind where if you caught a whiff of their poison green, mucus laced breath the desire to turn and retch would seem by far the lesser of two evils. The kind of flu that makes your eyes feel they are burning in their sockets and your head threatens to implode with each tremor that racks your body from the splitting headache that plagues your mind. Bodies shuffle up and down the crowded subway, and you curse your stupidity and ill luck for not having brought your ear buds and music. So easily you could have drown out the sound of every human in this god-forsaken train. The train lurches forward and your body suddenly flies backward as your footing abandons you. You feel the soft cushion of flesh as your body, wrapped in cold weather clothes, collides with someone behind you. You scramble to get up, but your numb fingers fail to find anything to grasp. A hand appears in your vision and you immediately take it, glad to be rescued from every other passenger’s accusing stare. You glance up at your savior with full intensions of expressing your thanks. Your face falls as you realize who helped you up. An elderly man with a dirty handkerchief in one hand looks at you from under sleep deprived, dark eyes. He stuffily says,


“Are you alright?”


You nod yes and mutter your thanks as you turn to go. Staring at your contaminated hand, you walk away, grimacing.


The author's comments:
This is just another short story prompted by my Creative Writing class. I think it was something like "write about something you hate."

meh, rate and comment away.


P.S.-does anyone besides me think that TI needs to get more pictures to accompany these articles. All the pictures they have kinda...suck....

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on Jan. 5 2014 at 1:17 pm
TargonTheDragon GOLD, Ofallon, Missouri
15 articles 16 photos 292 comments

Favorite Quote:
First dentistry was painless.
Then bicycles were chainless,
Carriages were horseless,
And many laws enforceless.

Next cookery was fireless,
Telegraphy was wireless,
Cigars were nicotineless,
And coffee caffeineless.

Soon oranges were seedless,
The putting green was weedless,
The college boy was hatless,
The proper diet fatless.

New motor roads are dustless,
The latest steel is rustless,
Our tennis courts are sodless,
Our new religion — godless.

thank you so so much. ive kinda stopped posting on TI cause i haven't been writing much. i even forgot i had these on here, but you reminded meXD

GreyGirl ELITE said...
on Jan. 4 2014 at 9:09 pm
GreyGirl ELITE, Pohang,Kyungbuk, Other
170 articles 122 photos 392 comments
Very nicely done. You succeeded in filling me with a sense of revulsion. And I agree, the TI pictures are horrible. I have a hard time finding ones that are appropriate to my stories/ poems, much less ones that are half way decent. Keep writing! You have talent :)