Gloomy stories - by DWT^KCS: Road, Roof, Tram, Dance, There.

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(c) DWT^KCS

                            Road.

                       2073 our world.

     Lazek was lying on the side of the road bleeding. His cry for help
no one heard - the nearest settlement is in
twenty kilometers, and passing cars don’t care
who has just become a crippled man...

     Priest Brakos Klychkaoskos was riding his old
battered by the local roadscar and saw on the other side
the path of a dying man. “Poor God’s creation!..” - said
he stopped.

     Brakos got out of the car and, having reloaded his double-barreled shotgun,
walked heavily.   Lazek, seeing the approaching priest,
calmed down a little.  After all, he didn’t see the rifle in silhouette
"savior"...

     The priest approached the side of the road and looked at the dying
creature.

     - No-e-e-o!  - Lazek yelled, feeling that the priest
is going to help emy by reducing the torment with a well-aimed shot between
eye...

     - Be with God, my son. - said the priest and aimed at
Lazek's head. He closed his eyes in anticipation of mortal pain, but
All he heard was the screech of a car passing by...

     Lazek opened his eyes and saw parts of the fat carcass
the priest landed softly on the asphalt... Only Lazek
sighed with relief as a dull thud sounded. Departed from
hands of the priest, the rifle soared upward and its decent
the useful mass hit the cripple's head...

     ...Lazek shuddered for the last time and calmed down forever...

     The car stopped and Broyce fell out of it, heavily
sighed and began to clean off the remaining ma-
priest interior tires:

     - I'm so tired of these idiots! - Broyce spat and, having finished
cleaning the glass, started the car and rushed on...

                             ** *

                             Roof.

    Our days. The roof of a nine-story building.

     Silek took another step and, finding himself at the edge of the roof, remembered
moments of your childhood. He took another drag from the joint and almost
took the last step in his life. He laughed loudly and
grabbed the nearby antenna. Friends were sitting not far from
Silently and laughed heartily at him...

     He realized that his life was not yet logically over, that there was
There are still a lot of things he hasn't tried. Silek, taking a drag
once again, I already wanted to get off the small stage, but
felt a sharp blow from behind, which threw him down...
Silek flew down to the heartbreaking laughter of his friends, but before
I still didn’t understand what was happening to him. He came to his senses when
a wide panorama of asphalt appeared before his eyes. Only him
I wanted to scream when a dull thud was heard...

     People surrounded the corpse and, looking up, said something quietly
talked...

                             * * *

                            Tram.

                           Our days.

     The tram slowly approached the stop and, lazily opening
doors in front of the passengers, stood for several seconds.

     Grandmothers and grandfathers rushed in with wild eyes and
took up empty seats...

     Saisor, an eighteen-year-old boy, quickly slipped into
tram and took one of the seats. Heburst into a smile from
pleasure and, putting on headphones, turned on his favorite music.

     One of the grandmothers, standing over Caycor, silently looked at him
with his eyes, as if he owed her something. He, being accustomed to
grannies trying to evoke pity, turned away disgustedly
window and looked at the trees running past.

     - Young man!  Shame on you!  Give way
to the eldest!  - the voice of a woman standing next to the granny sounded,
who seems to take pleasure in putting people in
uncomfortable position, and yearning for “justice” on empty
place.

     Saysor heard her, but pretended to be deaf and dumb. He's just
turned up the volume on the player and shook his head to the noisy
drummers blasting out of headphones.

     Immediately several more people joined the woman and they
began to demand that Saysor give up his place to the poor grandmother.

     ...They pulled him by the shoulder, but he looked blankly out the window and continued
sit...

     The tram stopped, the doors opened... Saylory all this
got tired and he stood up, impolitely said a few indecent words
to those around him and, spitting, got out of the transport...

     “I’d rather wait for someone else!”  - he thought and, remaining for
stop, looked at the trail of the departing tram... He lit a cigarette and again
turned on the player at full volume, deciding to wait for the next one
tram...

     ...Through the merciless drummers of the heavymetal, Saysor
I heard some noise.  He instinctively turned to the side
roar. Just where the tram had just gone.

     His mouth opened in amazement, engulfed in flames,
the tram where he had just been turned over and landed on
the oncoming lane, where one after another at great speed into it
cars crashed... Flash after flash, blow after blow
lasted for 30 seconds. Then everything became calm...
The sun was shining brightly, there was not a cloud in the sky. Regular roast
day... Only a huge flame, releasing black smoke, disrupted
bohemian tranquility of a small town...

     ...Sysor stared at the disaster and, like many onlookers,
wandered to the scene of the accident... In a small insignificant town
now there will be something to talk about... Saysory has even become somehow
fun - at school he can at least brag about something...

                             * * *

                             Dance.

     2356 Nightclub on the outskirts of the City.

     Frayla wriggled in ecstasy near the pipe to the slow
a relaxed melody and whistles and enthusiastic cries of half-
hundreds of different races of males.  She produced
beautiful movements, but one day my hand made a slight mistake
slipped off the iron pipe, causing it to fall to the floor.

     There was wild laughter from the hall.  The director looked at him angrily
dancerand nodded towards the armed guard. Freila
stood up and looked in horror first at her boss, and then
at the guard loading the gun. She screamed and rushed into the hall.
A shot rang out, but it was a stray bullet instead of a fatal one.
hit the stripper, hit one of the heads of the
there's a cool twinoid here.  His guards mumbled something on
Iglysian and, having reloaded their weapons, began to fire at everyone
without exception...

     ...Mycophuku at the back of the club were filled with
dirty bags from which it was still leaking into all the holes
blood.  Ten hours later the nightclub was reopened. Again
from here came the alluring sound of beautiful music and a wonderful show...

     ...But Fraile can no longer dance. This time she ran away, but
She will now have to hide for the rest of her life.  After all, the long arm
the law will reach her... She violated the contract, which
signed. Violation of this will result in death...

     Freila looked back again and, continuing to sob,
moved to where even cama didn’t know...

                             * * *

                              There.

    Almost Not Our World.

     It's a wonderful world. He walks along the road, boring and cheerless.
He looks to the right and his mood immediately rises. And looks to the left
- and you immediately want to jump for joy!

     Magnificent world! Beautiful two-meter green-redtrees.   Deep blue-black lakes... And the birds!!!  These
fluffy winged lumps fly over His small head
they are playing some kind of catch-up game in a group and chirping cheerfully!..

     And just like that, jumping up and singing some cheerful song
song, He goes there... Oh!  Stop!  Where is He going?!? He
stopped and, looking at his feet, became thoughtful... But something
pulled him and He looked to the right again! And again joyful
mood and flow of energy pulled him there...

     And He jumped again! Incredible, but everything I was thinking about right now
He appeared... His imagination did not have time to create this world
- He noticed this, but did not pay attention. He was skipping and
the horizon seemed to loom further and further. He was rushing
it is unknown Where and even for him it is unknown Where! He jumped and
happily humming a cheerful song from childhood...

     And he stopped again. A thought came to him:
     "What kind of song is this?"  - He asked himself and again
thought about it.  But He could no longer remember what kind of song it was.
I just sang ee and that’s it! Why think about a good song - He sings it
and Amy good!

     "What is Childhood?"  - unexpectedly even for Him, the first
the question changed to a second one.  He raised his head so maybe
at the top to find the answer, but He saw there only cheerful little white
clouds on the cuhehbkom background.  And again he sang the same song and,jumping up and rushing forward...

     ...He stopped, feeling that some unknown
the force seemed to want to turn Him back... He turned around and saw
something very familiar was happening, but for some reason sad. What
It had just been fun in front, but for some reason it turned out to be behind
sad and mournful...

     Tears came to his eyes... He knew that if
turns forward again, it will be fun again! But for some reason
emy was sad to move forward...

     “Or maybe not go forward?” - asked something inside.

     "Why not go? It’s joyful and good there, but here it’s sad
and not at all fun,” He answered to himself.

     “But there’s also something familiar here...”

     "What?.."

     “Something so dear, good... sad and dear...”

     "Say what?"

     “I don’t know... I forgot... But I’m sad to leave it!”

     "Go ahead! And you won't be sad..."

     He turned forward and again, humming a cheerful song, rushed
through your own World...

                             - - -

     ...The heartbeats that just seemed rhythmic
stopped and the monitor displayed only a continuous dark green
"thread".  Several doctors gathered over the body and in vain
tried to save Life... But...

     “Fix the time of death...” one said dejectedly.
from doctors...

     The doctor left the operating room and hesitantly approachedrelatives of the deceased:

     - We fought as hard as we could for your son’s life, but... - doctor
paused. - But this turned out to be beyond our capabilities...

                             - - -

     ...He stopped so abruptly that he almost fell. Something
something unclear flashed through my head and made me turn back... But
there was already the same thing as Ahead...