Godzilla pt. II
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ForM’s Cat
The Confrontation
Last we read dear readers ForM had a bit of luck. He had placed a cage in the overgrown fence line and caught a cat. Not just any cat, but a rival from a time long ago. He had placed his object of happiness in his shed outside. Lets join him now and look into his mind. Ahh, there he is now………
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ForM lounged around in the front room the rest of the evening. With evil inwards grins, he sipped his beers with casual grace. He was basically in a state of euphoria.
Tomorrow morning his wife was going to go spend the day with her mother. What a great stroke of luck that was. The arrangement was made just that afternoon while he was sweating out how to get some “ALONE” time with his rival from an era gone by. The phone had rung, his wife answered and it was her mother, and they chatted for a spell. In the end they was going to hook up and go shopping. Just what all women do when they “Hook” up.
The next morning they had breakfast and she kissed him good by. ForM smiled extra large and begged her to stay home. She smiled evilly at him and wagged her finger at him and left anyway. As the door shut his head turned to look out the back door towards the shed.
He listened as he heard her car start up and pull down the street. He heard her accelerate into the main road and drive away. ForM was now in the clear for at least four hours. His palms began to sweat. He dashed into the bedroom and got dressed in a t-shirt and jeans. After all it was going to be a dirty next couple of hours. He slipped on his sneakers and headed out the back door.
What a beautiful morning it turned out to be. No dew on the grass meant it was going to be a lovely refreshing day with no humidity. That equals to no sweating in any endeavor that was partaken in.
When he got closer to the shed her heard a low meowing. He slid the door open fast in hopes to startle the old tom, but it only looked up at him and sat there with its tail wrapped about his haunches. ForM kicked the cage and it crouched lower to keep its sense of balance. He picked up the cage and headed towards the house.
Such a joyous morning thought ForM. He was so happy he started humming “Hotel California,” one of his favorite songs. As he hummed he started to twirl around. Once to check balance with his package, then two times to see if it would piss the cat off. Still humming he grabbed the handle with both hands and twirled in his back yard like a ballet dancer anchored to a partner. The old time gave one weak meow but endured.
Then, in an instant, unknown to ForM, the handle began to weaken. The metal wasn’t formed long enough so it gave way and changed his horizontal center as he spun.
In slow motion he saw the cage fling away from the handle. Suddenly thrown out of balance he fell backwards and to the right. As he hit the ground and rolled over he saw the cage hit the ground. The door sprang open upon impact and the cage rolled two times and stopped.
He watched the old tom leap out and look around. They made eye contact and the tom turned and settled down. It started to rock back and forth on its haunches. ForM’s eyes went wide in the recognition of the movement. ForM froze.
What will happen next?
Will the tom attack as it looks like he might?
Is ForM stuck in a state of fear that will keep him froze and vulnerable?
We shall see, in the next installment of…..
ForM’s Cat
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ForMs Cat
The Duel
Last we read dear readers ForM had fallen to the ground, the cage sprung open by a stupid move by ForM. He was dancing like a giddy school child. Now his mistake is about to take a seriously bad turn.
Lets rejoin him now as he lies in the freashly cut grass.
Stupid, stupid, stupid FoM thought. What a brilliant move to twirl with that cage and that heavy tomcat inside……….
The tom, rocked back and forth on its haunches in preparation to spring on the foolish human. It noticed that the human was looking rather surprised, which meant that it was locked in place. Like a mouse in a corner with nowhere to go, nowhere to hide.
ForM on the other hand, was just that. Struck dumb and silly scared. He was basically frozen. In his minds eye he saw what was about to happen, as you well may already guess.
The tom sprung at him in an instant and ForM tried to shield his head. The tom landed on his head and dug in deep with its claws. ForM waved his arm over his head trying to dislodge the cat, but the cat hoped up and replanted. With all the toms might it batted with open claws as hard and as fast as it could, then it sprung off and ran like a mad hatter across the yard and over the fence like a Great Dane. It dashed across the street and stopped and looked back for pursuit, and seeing none, sauntered off to where it came from.
ForM rolled over and saw the cat on the other side of the road, saw it looking at him, and even seen how the cat pranced away. ForM sat up, with blood starting to trickle down his face, he was hardened more. His resolve to settle things once and for all, cemented forever.
Then ForM heard a car pull into the driveway, and lightning quick he ran into the bathroom and turned on the shower. It would be a bad thing for his wife to see him in that shape. But she did notice the feel of his scrapes when they made love that night and asked. As usual ForM lied, mentioned a tree branch that he pruned had dropped the wrong way while she was gone. She was skeptical, but accepted it.
So ForM lost his chance at his one true nightmare…
Will he get lucky and capture it again?
Will his wife ever figure out his sickness towards cats in general?
Will the tom wonder back and scope out the area again?
We shall see dear readers, in the next instalment of....
ForM's Cat
The Confrontation
Last we read dear readers ForM had a bit of luck. He had placed a cage in the overgrown fence line and caught a cat. Not just any cat, but a rival from a time long ago. He had placed his object of happiness in his shed outside. Lets join him now and look into his mind. Ahh, there he is now………
********
ForM lounged around in the front room the rest of the evening. With evil inwards grins, he sipped his beers with casual grace. He was basically in a state of euphoria.
Tomorrow morning his wife was going to go spend the day with her mother. What a great stroke of luck that was. The arrangement was made just that afternoon while he was sweating out how to get some “ALONE” time with his rival from an era gone by. The phone had rung, his wife answered and it was her mother, and they chatted for a spell. In the end they was going to hook up and go shopping. Just what all women do when they “Hook” up.
The next morning they had breakfast and she kissed him good by. ForM smiled extra large and begged her to stay home. She smiled evilly at him and wagged her finger at him and left anyway. As the door shut his head turned to look out the back door towards the shed.
He listened as he heard her car start up and pull down the street. He heard her accelerate into the main road and drive away. ForM was now in the clear for at least four hours. His palms began to sweat. He dashed into the bedroom and got dressed in a t-shirt and jeans. After all it was going to be a dirty next couple of hours. He slipped on his sneakers and headed out the back door.
What a beautiful morning it turned out to be. No dew on the grass meant it was going to be a lovely refreshing day with no humidity. That equals to no sweating in any endeavor that was partaken in.
When he got closer to the shed her heard a low meowing. He slid the door open fast in hopes to startle the old tom, but it only looked up at him and sat there with its tail wrapped about his haunches. ForM kicked the cage and it crouched lower to keep its sense of balance. He picked up the cage and headed towards the house.
Such a joyous morning thought ForM. He was so happy he started humming “Hotel California,” one of his favorite songs. As he hummed he started to twirl around. Once to check balance with his package, then two times to see if it would piss the cat off. Still humming he grabbed the handle with both hands and twirled in his back yard like a ballet dancer anchored to a partner. The old time gave one weak meow but endured.
Then, in an instant, unknown to ForM, the handle began to weaken. The metal wasn’t formed long enough so it gave way and changed his horizontal center as he spun.
In slow motion he saw the cage fling away from the handle. Suddenly thrown out of balance he fell backwards and to the right. As he hit the ground and rolled over he saw the cage hit the ground. The door sprang open upon impact and the cage rolled two times and stopped.
He watched the old tom leap out and look around. They made eye contact and the tom turned and settled down. It started to rock back and forth on its haunches. ForM’s eyes went wide in the recognition of the movement. ForM froze.
What will happen next?
Will the tom attack as it looks like he might?
Is ForM stuck in a state of fear that will keep him froze and vulnerable?
We shall see, in the next installment of…..
ForM’s Cat
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ForMs Cat
The Duel
Last we read dear readers ForM had fallen to the ground, the cage sprung open by a stupid move by ForM. He was dancing like a giddy school child. Now his mistake is about to take a seriously bad turn.
Lets rejoin him now as he lies in the freashly cut grass.
Stupid, stupid, stupid FoM thought. What a brilliant move to twirl with that cage and that heavy tomcat inside……….
The tom, rocked back and forth on its haunches in preparation to spring on the foolish human. It noticed that the human was looking rather surprised, which meant that it was locked in place. Like a mouse in a corner with nowhere to go, nowhere to hide.
ForM on the other hand, was just that. Struck dumb and silly scared. He was basically frozen. In his minds eye he saw what was about to happen, as you well may already guess.
The tom sprung at him in an instant and ForM tried to shield his head. The tom landed on his head and dug in deep with its claws. ForM waved his arm over his head trying to dislodge the cat, but the cat hoped up and replanted. With all the toms might it batted with open claws as hard and as fast as it could, then it sprung off and ran like a mad hatter across the yard and over the fence like a Great Dane. It dashed across the street and stopped and looked back for pursuit, and seeing none, sauntered off to where it came from.
ForM rolled over and saw the cat on the other side of the road, saw it looking at him, and even seen how the cat pranced away. ForM sat up, with blood starting to trickle down his face, he was hardened more. His resolve to settle things once and for all, cemented forever.
Then ForM heard a car pull into the driveway, and lightning quick he ran into the bathroom and turned on the shower. It would be a bad thing for his wife to see him in that shape. But she did notice the feel of his scrapes when they made love that night and asked. As usual ForM lied, mentioned a tree branch that he pruned had dropped the wrong way while she was gone. She was skeptical, but accepted it.
So ForM lost his chance at his one true nightmare…
Will he get lucky and capture it again?
Will his wife ever figure out his sickness towards cats in general?
Will the tom wonder back and scope out the area again?
We shall see dear readers, in the next instalment of....
ForM's Cat