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Danny Feiler
Mrs. Baione-Doda
Creative Writing

7 October, 2008

“Stop, thinking! STOP! NOW! You’re going to KILL Us All!” POOF!...
Thousands of people were scattered, along the streets of New Orleans, walking, running, jogging, pacing, and etc. to wherever it was that was so important that they had to be, Most walking with their heads down, not noticing the weather that day, if only someone had taken the time to arch back their neck. Well the unusual weather that day was noticed by one being in the city, although the weather alerted that someone, it was no help to the city. A fisherman had been out on his boat all morning with no luck of catching anything, but right before he was about to pack up he got a bite, so he reeled it in and before he knew it there was a 4 foot long baby shark gasping for breaths on his boat floor. The only significance this fisherman has with anything is that he caught the baby shark, fore while the it was flopping on the boat waiting to die, the shark looked up into the New Orleans skies and thought, “how strange looking,” and then died.
That day things went on as usual, people ate breakfast, people ate lunch, people ate dinner, people worked, people went to school, it, was an average routine weekday for everybody in the city. There were however, 6, well 5 and a half people that day who had something very important, almost vital, in common. I say 5 and a half because one of those people isn’t human. Mr. Branes was trying to flail down a taxi to get home from work, and out of nowhere he felt something moist lingering on the top of his head. He thought nothing of it, suspecting it was merely a stray raindrop falling, a little sooner than the full rain cloud, and wiped it away in seconds. “Please sir, do you have any spare change?” begged a dirty old Vietnam veteran, as a very well dressed, business man looking fellow trotted by full of self lust. “Get a job!” screamed the business man, and he proceeded to kick into a puddle on the sidewalk, soaking the old homeless man, not even minding that he was blatantly ruining his 200 dollar brand name shoes. A Ms. Jocelyn Creevey soon walked past the same old man, except when she was asked for spare change by the pathetic old man, something inside of her felt bad for him, so she reached into her purse and retrieved around 3 dollars and 87 cents in change and handed it to him, noticing that while she was putting the change into his hand like a pinball machine, something wet graced her smooth delicate fingers, she walked away wiping her hand with a cleanex that she had also found in her purse. As Ms. Jocelyn continued walking, she came across and odd looking young girl, aiding a ferret on her shoulder. The girl was sniffling obnoxiously loud so Ms. Jocelyn handed her the cleanex that she had out. The little girl said nothing, but blew her nose, put the tissue in her pocket, and ran away, Ms. Jocelyn just kept walking.
So everyone went on accordingly to their daily routines, or so they thought they were going to, but only 1800 seconds later something took place that could’ve changed those 5 and 1 half peoples lives forever, or not affect them at all.
“Shut that damn ferret up!” screamed Mr. Ruter, “Don’t you scream at that little girl”, Ms. Jocelyn yelled right back.
Just a regular day, a few strange occurrences but stuff happens.
Whistles start flaring, screams engulf the city, and then, black, well dark, not necessarily black, minutes pass, hours, days, no one can tell, it could’ve been 13 seconds, there’s just a strange feeling overwhelming everyone involved, preventing them from projecting words and causing harsh feelings to their insides. A foul stench fills the noses of the five and one half people and shortly after that they find themselves stuck, not sure where at first, but definitely stuck,