Guided fantasy with SKALPEL: 2E
Post your stories until Tuesday 9th. Word limit is min. 150 words. Also highly recommended: Ninja Tune, and the clips:
turntablism by Kid Koala:
and electro-swing by Parov Stelar:
turntablism by Kid Koala:
and electro-swing by Parov Stelar:
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When I met the boss he explained to me what was going on. I was to kill the boss of drug mafia.
I was shocked because I'd never killed a fly not to mention a human being. I refused. I was just a lawyer. The boss threntened me that if I hadn’t done it, he would have killed me. I didn’t have the choice. I had to do it. The boss gave me all important information about the victim. He gave me his picture and the gun. It was the first time I had it in my hands. I knew that the target was going to his office at 10.00 a.m .
Shortly before 10.00 I saw him. I had him on my dative. I shot but I missed. I shot again and killed him. After finishing the mission I was taken to the airport I was allowed to come back home.
Michał Podwysocki
Then, I was at the rocky coast. It was quite cool, but I liked these waves that made me wet.
Next time, I was on a boat with people I was having fun with. We were fishing, swimming and scuba diving. I saw so many fishes that I couldn't even count them...
Other time, I was driving a sports car in a big, modern city. It took me a very long time. Then, I stopped in a hotel and left it in a minute to take plenty of pictures of different places, especially buildings and people. I saw a fountain and I spend there some time taking pictues. When I saw some guys with their skateboards, I followed them and took a lot of pictures of them.
Next, I was in a black discrict. It was incredibly crowded. There was a group of people dancing on a street. Most people didn't care about them. I could see a lot of hungry children walking alone. These people were very poor.
Subsequent time, I was on a jazz concert with my friend. Our friend was playing a drum with an orchestra. It was his own concert so he could invite whoever he wanted to and because he is very famous, he invited excellences. After the concert, we went to a great restaurant, where we ate pasta. Then, they were gone and I stayed alone...
Next journey was to a cowboy city and I felt like in a western. I saw cowboy riding on their horses, dressed in hats and leather vests (their typical suit). I went to a saloon, drank some beers, danced a lot and sang really loud. Suddenly, it was a morning and I was on a field with sheeps and a horse came to me, and i was doing a cowboy's job. Then, I was taking a part in horse racing and my horse won what made me happy...
Other time, I was going by undergroud. When I got out of a carriage I found myself in the middle of fight between a couple of black men. Then, I was doing graffiti and the police started chasing me so I started to escape. I came to some discrict and started learning parkour from some guys I had met there. We were jumping from one balcony to another and some of the guys I was with, decided to break into someone's flat. Unfortunately, the police came very quick and despite we were escaping as fast as we could, they cought us. I was taken to a police station and one police officer beat me. Then, I was taken to a prison and because of my wounds I was taken to a hospital, where a friend of mine visited me.
Subsequnt time, it was summer, I was a teenager walking a beautiful street in a residential area in the USA. I met my teenagers and spent some time with them. Then (I've no idea why), we started wasching a car...
During my last journey, I was driving a new car very fast. I came to a place where I took a place in a illegal race on a road. I was driving really fast that I couldn't even close my mouth and then.... I 'woke up'.
I woke up, this time at the airport in Russia. It was so huge and crowded that I felt dizzy just after several steps. Somehow I coped with it and went out. Going south I found a market. It was like a hell- shrieks, snow up to ankles, Arab with some animals which made that horrible stink and me- shaking and without a goddamn scarf. I started to run off but while I was turning I bumped into tall Negro in black suit. He looked at me cold and asked loud where I’d been all the time. I was confused. What he’s talking about, what did he want?! I ran away, what else could I had done? He hadn’t looked friendly. In the same time I noticed that Arab had disappeared. I went to railway station and took next train. Arab was just behind me now…
With some changes I arrived in Serbia. I had had a lot of time to thinking. “For what I had been sent to the Eastern Europe? Maybe I had flight for nothing? Just to relax? This amnesia will kill me one day…”. But at once I’d realized that I remembered all those things had happened after my nap in a plane. I had had only a f-word as an answer for that. I met two guys from Netherland once, in the second train. They offered fun, so we went to their compartment and smoke some weed. I couldn’t said I had had bad time. I part with them in Belgrade, nearby street musician playing famous “Black Betty”… on banjo! “What a voice, what a power!”- people were screaming. He was so good that two men approached immediately and offered him a contract. While he was laughing and clapping because of joy all the time, I stayed in hotel for one night. Morning was so surprising as I found dead Arab on the carpet with sachet of weed…
It had no matter that he had followed me all that time. Dutchmen vanished and I’d smoked with ‘em yesterday. So, in that case, It was hard to admit that I was in sick situation. I ran away through the window but instead of hiding I tried to focus on proper reaction… playing snooker in a pub kilometers away. I drunk myself because of beers I had ordered there, I didn’t know what to do. I felt bad and imagined a market with this Arab… I even heard voices, but I repeated myself: “for Christ sake, I didn’t do this, I’m just drunk”. But the voices resounded to me, louder and louder… I went mad and dashed out on to the street. The last I saw was only a bright light of military patrol car… Then I woke up in a prisons hospital.
Women sitted and telled me a story of her and this place. Few month ago she had flown from New York to Los Angeles, during the flight she had fallen into sleep. After that she woke up in strange place, her arms was tied. She though that she's kidnap victim. The door of a room wasn't closed, she heard a TV. In TV programme reporter was talking about her, lots of people were searching for her.
Kidnappers turned out to be country musician. She join to a group and they had had a fantastic tour around USA.
Next they decided to go to South Africa. They bought their own plane and they flown there. They were flying over the forest when the women saw lights there. They landed on glade. There's a lot of Negroes who are dancing around grave. They heard that was a place, where Negroes had defeated British and had won independence.
Country musicians went back to USA, to Las Vegas. They won huge amount of money there. The women decided to return to this place in South Africa again, and build there gold stairs...
The woman at the opposite table was staring at me and shyly smiling. When I took a seat next to her, she flushed, but started a conversation. We were sitting and chatting all night long. She said that she loves the same authors as me and I discovered that we had much in common.
Next night I ended up with her staring at the sky in the deseret surrounding the city. The moon was very large that night and radiant there were many falling star. We wished that night would never end.
It did not end.
Then we were in the underground club. The air was thick, there was too much smoke. People were shaking rather than dancing. I shot a few drinks and ended up sleeping in the street.
I woke up flying on the enormous white kite. I was flying over the cities, deserts, mountains, lakes, rivers, fields. Everything was so clean an simple. I admired the intesity of blue skies and white clouds. I savoured every moment of my life on the top of that kite. A little nightingale flew to me and sat on my shoulder. Bird whispered that I should return. Then, it sang me a lullaby.
I woke up again. This time I was on the wings of a swan swimming in the large lake. He had soft, tender and fragile feathers. Water in the lake was warm and sweet, sky was glowing with the same intense blue color.. Swan started to sing a sad ballad about the girl waiting for her lover to come back. I felt dizzy.
And I woke up again, this time in my room. Evereything was normal, except there was no window or door. And my computer's screen was glowing strangely. I touched the screen and I found myself in the digital jungle. There were large trees made of bytes and strange digital animals – lions, tigers and bears. I felt like Dan Simmon's creation of John Keats. I was made of fluent informations as well. After some walk I found a girl from the city in the night. She took me to the Rome in the past, where I found my grave. We smiled at each other and flew up into the sky.
Then I opened my eyes. I was sitting in the comfortable armchair and drinking espresso, listening to jazz. She was sitting next to me, smiling and staring at me with excitement in her eyes.
- Welcome back, did you enjoy our adventure through your fantasies? - she whispered in my ear.
I thrilled with pleasure.
- We've got a lot in common, my little nightingale – I replied.
Adrianna Spychalska
Thank the fact I was a village teacher they invited me to sleepover. That would be a great occasion to meet with their culture and habits, I thought, so I agreed.
The night was wonderful, sky was fulfilled with stars and the sound of howling wolves gave the dramatic atmosphere. I was thrilled and excited. The local tribe was just in a middle of its feast.
Mostly everyone was wearing colorful clothes and had his skin painted. Smell extricating from the fire reminded of freedom. They were singing songs about distant lands and beautiful nature.
Suddenly, everything muffled. The drums played. Then the tambourine got its place, it was giving the rhythm. Dancers went out of the tent. Mostly beautiful black girls, dressed in red skirts. Everyone gathered around them and started imitating their moves. Immediately everything changed. The dry huge deserts transformed into a wonderful spring view. Flowers bloomed everywhere., the Sun was shining lightly. I stood a while more, then the girl came to me. I didn’t know what she wanted, I was quite scared. She gave me something and then hit me.
I woke up in a plane. I realized all that was just a dream. But wait. Why I was holding this strange thing in my hand ?
I woke up on an island. I was lying on a sandy beach. Weird dressed Negresses were dancing around me and they were drinking coconut milk. Their dresses were utterly colourful. When this vision passed I was still lying on the beach, but it was a dark starry night. A nice breeze was blowing on my face while I was looking at the sky and drinking cool mojito. Suddenly I saw falling star and distant ships smoking on the horizon. Water was playing nicely. I got undressed and went swimming with funny dolphins near a coral reef.
The second dream was different. I was riding the taxi and looking through the window. I saw lots big city lights. The taxi driver stopped and I got off. I was staying behind a great hotel. The porter open the door and I went in. I took a key of my room and went to the lift. When I went into my room I immediately went asleep. Next day I realized that I was in Paris. I was walking near the Seine River’s banks, I saw a lot of second-hand booksellers and people who were playing Pétanque. Later I found underground station. Few musicians were sitting on the floor, playing and collecting money. Their music sounded like protest songs. They were playing lively, loudly and... really well.
I wanted to eat and drink something so I went to the cafe and ordered small baguette and black coffee. Later I was walking near the river again. I was observing flowing water and my vision passed.
Then I had the third vision. So weird vision. It was something like a video clip. Plenty of men was walking down the street fast, swaying rhythmically and singing happy song. Their ramble ended in a pub. They wanted to watch a soccer match on TV. But they started arguing, fighting. Tables, chairs and bottles were flying in the air. Eventually the police arrived and arrested the most dangerous men. It was the end of this dream.
In that moment I had a feeling related to cold war but it passed. I felt like a spectator. Other scenes were like frames of the movie. Junkies, a lot of drunk vomiting people in a dark unfurnished flat. They were sitting on a violet sofa and trying to watch TV. Not so nice.
Fortunately I caught sight of green fields. But they turned out to be suburbs of Hiroshima. A lonely dog was running somewhere on the horizon. On the sky unexpectedly appeared UFO which brought me to a hospital. I think it was the mental hospital. However the nurses and doctors were more crazy than patients. They were walking like sleepwalkers and singing staggering song. A roll of a toilet paper was rolling through staircase and stopped near the watchman legs. He was really angry. That was quite terrifying and I felt as if I was watching the Alan Parker’s The Wall.
The watchman showed me a funfair. I met monkey which turned out to be my guide [sic!]. While I was walking here and there I realized that people in the amusement park were strange. They were walking so slowly and talking like robots. I decided to drive karts but it was boring so I went to the horse race. I won a lot of money. I bought champagne and some food. So I lied on a green grass and started to eating. My peace of mind interrupted Tom and Jerry. Tom was chasing his owan tail. I saw Egyptian pyramids after a while, but suddenly I was travelling TGV and I met singing Urszula Dudziak. He brought me to the Big Apple. Traffic jam and a lot of people on pedestrians crossings were fascinating. But my vision was over.
Mateusz Pohl
I can see enormous variety of colours and clothes which don't match or suit to each. One Brition wears red trousers and blue shirt, disgusting. Another has pierced all face. In Polen we can't observe such odd styles. I think I've come to poverty street, many
scruffy men and dirty children. I've entered an interesting pub. It lookes like a ship. I got a beer and I'm trying to chat with strangers, thry're not talkative. There is a DJ. He plays quite funny music. Guests seem to enjoy it, but I do not like such sounds.
I'm leaving, it's intolerable. Coming back to the hotel I've realised that I'm completly alone and resilent in this big city.
What if something happens to me? Woluld anybody help? Actually I've got what I'd wanted- independence.
Julita J.
My mind wasn't sober, I didn't even try to find my friend in a wreck. I got out from plane and realized that if no one had been alive I would have been lost. It was really strange feeling - alone, in jungle, covered with darkness. Suddenly I heard a beautiful music coming from east. I knew that if there was music there would have to be people. I was right. The wild tribe of people were entertaining themselves dancing and playing those beautiful notes. It was amazing. I hadn't earlier seen people who are such happy and free. They were naked, they looked like they had never worked before. I was thinking how the group of such independent people can help me to escape from that place, when suddenly one of them approach to me and asked:
"Welcome in our world Maciek"
I felt frightened, just frightened.
I asked him how it was possible that he knew my name.
"Don't you know yet? You're in new better world, you died, come and play with us eternally"
I started to screamed and after a while, my friend told me that we safely touched down the airport in Sydney ;)
Sorry for being delayed, hope you read my story ;)
Maciek
There was a man standing and waiting for me with a huge backpack. I realized that this must be a parachute..
We jumped from the plane. I couldn't belive that we made it. I felt extremely light and free. "Let's land somewhere in that beautiful island!" screamed my George. We took our new coordinates and treaveled through the space faster and faster. We landed. I noticed that my clothes were different than before. I wear orange shorts and i had no shirt. It was sunny, and perfectly warm. I looked around and i noted some guys
dancing and playing volleybal, or other sport. Also I noticed that George dissapeared. While I was getting closer to those people, i felt desire. I started to run, to be as fast as it's possible next to them. They were waiting for me. Everyone ringed me. One guy said to me "Hi! Where have you been so long?.. " I said:"Well.. I don't know, I can't remember.". And that how it was, in fact.
I didn't know that people, but they were nice, I think. I was tired, so they showed me a place when I could rest. One pretty woman gave me a mug of beer. I poured it into my stomach in few seconds. I lay on a lounger and closed my eyes. I heard some words and laughing. I felt dizzy..
I couldn't open my eyes again. I couldn't even move. I didn't feel, hear, smell, see or do anything. I've bed just thinking "What is going on? Where am I? What is wrong with my body?!" It lasted about 10 minutes.Than, I slowly opened my eyes. I've seen darkness. I stared to walk, and search for any light switch, but I couldn't find it. I fell into histerics. I didn't know what on earth is going on.
Suddenly I heard someones speach. "Dominik? Is that you?". I had a feeling that i know that voice.. "Yes, who is it?". The answer scared the life out of me..
"It's me, George. We're dead.."
Late Dominik Sz.
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