Taking the Time: One Sentence - ZEFRANK.COM

slurpeedemon · 08-02-2004, 05:16 PM

It was easier than we had thought. Even Emily, who is usually such a complainer, commented that it seemed foolish to have been so concerned. But we weren't foolish, only cautious. Emily later told me that if she had known how easy it would be, she would have doubled her investment, but as it was, we couldn't have known. Just as we didn't know that as we were beginning to relax, the real struggle was about to begin, and that we were all in for much more than we had bargained for.

So as our van barrelled down the winding road our first clue should have been the lack of cars going in our direction. Or maybe the first clue should've been the big red sign we must've passed at some point that said "DO NOT ENTER. WRONG WAY." But our worries were not on what was in front of us, rather what we were leaving behind.

Why had we let Emily convince us to invest our individual savings in "Martha Stewart Inc."? We were so young, so foolish. Oh well, as they say, hindsight is 20/20. And not only that investment, but all the other things Emily has manipluated us into doing. At which point I said to everyone: "Martha's not gone yet, so who put Emily in charge, anyhow?" This seemed to anger the group immensely.

"Off with her head!" yelled Sammy. And we all agreed, but no one knew who he was talking about Emily, or Martha. The guard briefly looked at us funny, then turned to watch the massive potholes the prison bus was negotiating with less and less aplomb.

The bus hit a massive pothole, and then careened off into a ditch.
"WE"RE ALL GONNA DIE!" we screamed. The sound of shrieking metal, the sight of flying bodies, the smell of human piss and shite, and the certain feeling that we were all experiencing our last moments alive was remembered by all of us that survived that terrifying 5 second detour into that desolated Texas ditch.

God, the horror of it all. Emily was one of the survivors, and she proceeded to boss us around.

"somebody call 9-1-1" she shreeked in a high pitched terror stricken voice. From the back of the bus, a calculating voice cut through Emily's shrieking "Shut the fvck up you lunatic, as if anyone is gonna be stupid enough to call the police and go straight back to prison".

I had been in the womens prison for nearly 9 months and that was the only thing I had ever heard Sasha say. Well, except for "Pass the salt".

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08-02-2004, 05:16 PM	#26
slurpeedemon who's there, please? Join Date: Sep 2003 Location: third cubicle on the left Posts: 232	It was easier than we had thought. Even Emily, who is usually such a complainer, commented that it seemed foolish to have been so concerned. But we weren't foolish, only cautious. Emily later told me that if she had known how easy it would be, she would have doubled her investment, but as it was, we couldn't have known. Just as we didn't know that as we were beginning to relax, the real struggle was about to begin, and that we were all in for much more than we had bargained for. So as our van barrelled down the winding road our first clue should have been the lack of cars going in our direction. Or maybe the first clue should've been the big red sign we must've passed at some point that said "DO NOT ENTER. WRONG WAY." But our worries were not on what was in front of us, rather what we were leaving behind. Why had we let Emily convince us to invest our individual savings in "Martha Stewart Inc."? We were so young, so foolish. Oh well, as they say, hindsight is 20/20. And not only that investment, but all the other things Emily has manipluated us into doing. At which point I said to everyone: "Martha's not gone yet, so who put Emily in charge, anyhow?" This seemed to anger the group immensely. "Off with her head!" yelled Sammy. And we all agreed, but no one knew who he was talking about Emily, or Martha. The guard briefly looked at us funny, then turned to watch the massive potholes the prison bus was negotiating with less and less aplomb. The bus hit a massive pothole, and then careened off into a ditch. "WE"RE ALL GONNA DIE!" we screamed. The sound of shrieking metal, the sight of flying bodies, the smell of human piss and shite, and the certain feeling that we were all experiencing our last moments alive was remembered by all of us that survived that terrifying 5 second detour into that desolated Texas ditch. God, the horror of it all. Emily was one of the survivors, and she proceeded to boss us around. "somebody call 9-1-1" she shreeked in a high pitched terror stricken voice. From the back of the bus, a calculating voice cut through Emily's shrieking "Shut the fvck up you lunatic, as if anyone is gonna be stupid enough to call the police and go straight back to prison". I had been in the womens prison for nearly 9 months and that was the only thing I had ever heard Sasha say. Well, except for "Pass the salt".