Looking Out The Window

.. urrounds me, I walk over to the desk on the opposing side of the room and plop a squat on the soft cushioned office chair. I reach into the one of the drawers of the desk and pull out a magazine to read, because for the time being no one is at the station to be waited on. The magazine is one of my favorites, its called Thrasher It has a lot of stupid articles that gives the magazine character and style, which is why I read it. Most of the day goes by mostly uneventfully.

Shortly after I came into work, another employee showed up to help me with the scores of annoy customers who often come to the station to fill up their cars. Every now and then a car would pull in and I would have to get up and go pump their gas. Only a handful of customers came into the building to buy something. At about 6 p.m., I finally got off work. I walk out of the store and around to my car. The people filling in for me were out front taking care of a couple of customers.

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I walked out back. I stand outside the driver side door for a few moments in the dense fog. The fog had gotten worse as the weather forecast had said it would. The fog was so thick that I could barely see my hand a few feet away from my face. I think of what Im gonna do for the night, and then the thought flashed into my head. I was thirsty.

I stroll back around the building to the front door. The reason for my doing so was because I wanted to get me a frosty beverage from the fridge. I schnag a 20 oz bottle of yellow 5 (otherwise known as Mountain Dew) from the icy grasp of the metal white shelf that it had so peacefully rested upon just moments before I came along. I toss a crisp dollar bill onto the top of the desk to pay the expense of my purchase. After buying my drink, I promptly exit in an orderly fashion.

I proceed to my car and open the door, tossing my sody-pop into the car, followed by myself. I stab the ignition with the key and turn it to start the car. I pull away from the gas station, and start off down Moni Street. Where I was headed now was to my house on Haley court. I open the bottle of Mountain Dew and take a swig, a rather large swig. After cruising along Moni Street for about 10 minutes, a stoplight appears from within the mist.

Seeing no one coming from any direction, I turn off of Moni Street onto Haley court. It is now that I begin to start feeling a bit odd; particularly weird was the strange things that I kept seeing. Things around me were beginning to seem warped and far away. Not taking much notice of this at first, I continue down the road until the familiar sign of the packy bursts through the fog. I slow down my car to turn into the parking lot.

It is now that I become very aware of not seeing things right. Trails appear behind my hands as I move them, my heart is racing. I dont know what is happening to me. Freaking out more than before, I look out the windshield and a huge blue bear is sitting about 10 feet away from the front of my car licking a street sign that says, do not enter. In a panicky fashion, I turn on the car and pull away from the strange mammal. But as soon as the engine purred to life, so did the bear.

It begins rushing towards me; I swing the car so that I back into the street, barely missing a BMW that was driving by. The bear turns and runs towards me once again. I press the gas very hard and speed away, but the bear continues pursuing me. I continue accelerating as fast as my car will allow; the bear is keeping up, even though Im going 65. The bear bares his oblivious teeth as he stomps a car in his pursuit of your humble narrator. I speed down the road, everything becoming nothing very quickly.

Buildings emerge from and melt back into the fog, and the bear still follows. After a while of driving at 95 mph, the bear fades away into the gray blackness of the foggy night. But still I continue driving fast, because the bear might still be following me. Out from within the fog appears a big rock in the middle of the road. I smash into the large stony blockage in the road.

I get out of my car, not knowing why. I stand looking at the rock in the road, and suddenly it opens up. And would you believe what came out of the rock, an immense guava snake reared up and starts hissing at me. I run into my car and grab a flare gun from the back of my car. Rushing back around to meet the menacing beast, I point the flare gun at the reptilian monstrosity that stands before me.

After squeezing the trigger of the flare gun, a streaming sphere of sparkling sapphire light shoots from the gun and bursts into the creature. Collapsing after receiving such a blow as was delivered, it lay on the ground gasping and struggling to survive. Fearing that it might rise again and bring harm to me, I reach for mr. .45, good old mr. .45 who was always there for me when I needed him.

I aim the gun in the general direction of the hideously beautiful snake, and fire repeatedly at it. After getting pounded with at least 7 bullets, the physique of the animal lay still and bleeding a thick fluid that looked like blood, except that it isnt red like its supposed to be. Instead it is a nauseating swirl of all the colors imaginable, swirling towards the infinite nothingness of some strange void. By now all has become nonsensical, and soon scary hobgoblins surround me and stare at the body of the snake. A few of them start towards me, so I raise my gun and shoot them.

Two more dressed in uniform charge me, I lift my gun and they lift theirs. One of the hobbier hobgoblins in uniform grunts something to the other, and he shoots me. The bullet tears through the flesh of my arm, but I dont feel it, I only see it. I look back up as they fire again, this time through my hand. I shoot back at the evil beings, but miss.

I slowly being pulled down into the ground and then all fades to black. When I finally come to, Im in a hospital room hooked up to all sorts of wires and monitors. I raise my arm and see a large chunk of flesh missing and on my other arm there is a hole in my hand. My arm is fine and my hand works the way it should, but I am generally feeling a bit weak. A young nurse walks into my room, and before she has a chance to say anything I ask, What happened to me? She replies with, You have been unconscious for a week.

You were shot by two police officers, that is why you have a hole in your hand and that wound in your arm.. She goes on to explain to me that I had crashed into a chartreuse Kia Sephia (its a crappy Japanese wanna-be jeep) and that I shot the man who got out of the car. I had also shot a few people who had come to see what had happened. Then the police had shot me, and I had fallen unconscious. After searching my car, they found an opened bottle of Mountain Dew.

But the opened and partially empty bottle of Mountain Jew that had been partially consumer by myself before this whole strange ordeal had taken place didnt solve the mystery of what happened. They had tested the drink for any possible substances that might have caused me to do what I had done. And amazingly enough, they had found that the drink contained a significantly large amount of Lysergic Acid Diethylamide (otherwise known as LSD or acid). This extremely powerful hallucinogenic drug is what caused me to see what I thought I saw but didnt actually see. In a couple of days, I was taken to court over the deaths of the people I had shot. I was not hit with anything serious because of the drugs found in the drink I had purchased without the knowledge that it contained such a drug in such an amount.

After this trial, I went on to sue Mountain Dew for having LSD in the bottle of soda that I drank. Which cost the lives of innocent bystanders, a man involved in an accident caused by the LSD, a few cars, and scars, both physical and psychological, that have been left on me by this tragic and unsettling occurrence. I won the trial against Mountain Dew, and still reap the benefits of the money I have received in return for having suffered through that experience. English Essays.