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The 5 words were:
- eternity
- misunderstanding
- pony
- trunk
- voice
The stories:
- Eternity
- One misunderstanding to make your world quake
- To Aldo, this task of helping Nina
- Eternity's Voice Rides
- You don't believe me.
- It was all a simple misunderstanding.
- After several weeks of rain
- Misunderstanding
- Things to do in Denver
- Ok, so I always wanted a pony.
- Eternity is apparently a long time.
- I stare out my window
- Officer, There must be a misunderstanding.
- Through my eyes I see eternity
- Eternity isn't forever
- It was gettin' late, see.
If you've been alive for an eternity, as she has, you would find yourself pondering the questions of life as well. After a few more minutes, she shook her ancient head.
"I've been alive for millennia. I've seen and done so many things, that it would drive a normal human insane, or over the edge to kill himself. Yet, here I am. I can't die, there is no escape out of this miserable existence. How do I go on?" she shook her head again. As always, no answer came.
She got up and walked to her pony, peacefully grazing nearby. She led it down the hill, back to her house. After tying it up in the stable, and tending to it, making sure that everything was alright, she got inside the house.
"Look at me. I'm a 5000 year old Immortal, trapped in the body of a twenty-three year old. People treat me as a young lady, without the necessary experience to get things done. I HATE this!" she knew exactly what to do. She always did the same when she got like this: she got in her car and drove off. After driving for a couple of minutes, she got into town. She didn't stop. For no reason she could think of, she drove through the small town, and continued driving.
"What am I doing? Why didn't I stop at the town, and get myself a drink? I always get a drink when I'm in a mood like this." Pondering her own decision to drive on, she get further and further away from the town.
After another 30 minutes, she felt a small shudder go through the car. She stopped, and looked outside.
"Shit. A flat tire." She cursed, and got out of the car. She opened the trunk and took out the jack and the spare tire. She had the car jacked up, and was about to change the tire when she heard someone else stop behind her.
"You look like you could need some help, honey." A man's voice muttered.
"I don't. thanks anyway."
"There's a misunderstanding. I am talking about some other help." The man's words burned at her nerves with ever-increasing intensity. She felt strange emotions course through her.
"What are you talking about?" she asked, turning around to look at the man.
The man looked at her. "You know what I'm talking about. You're not like everyone else, are you? You're more ... long-living."
She shot up, looking the man straight in the eyes. "What ... how do you know? And how can you help me?"
"You see, Immortals are not completely immortal. I could end your existence, as you so often cry out."
Her eyes got real big. Finally, to be rid of this pitiful life, to be mortal. To escape this 23-year old prison. "How?" she asked.
"I'll sever your head from your body." The man unsheathed a sword. An antique Katana, the likes of which she had first witnessed being forged over a thousand years ago.
She made a split-second decision. "Finally, finally I can escape." She thought.
Sarah got down on her knees, and bowed her head. The man took his invitation. The last thing she felt was a curious cold feeling at her neck. As her consciousness left her dying body, she felt free for the first time since long. "Finally, I'm free! Finally, I can rest."
(Enterprise1701_d)
One misunderstanding
to make your world quake
Two voices to make your confidence shake
Three trunks to make your backbone break
Four ponies for the horsemen from Hell
All Eternity and no way out of this knell.
(Ignace)
To Aldo, this task of helping
Nina redecorate the company display case was dragging on for an eternity,
but he kept his irritation to himself, because he felt sorry for her.
Aldo could tell by the way she spoke and moved about nervously, that Nina
was working under a misunderstanding of the importance that her
superiors felt for this job. Nina probably felt that management would
pony
up a promotion, or some type of increase in her status in the company,
if she could just create an outstanding presentation out of these various
plaques, photographs, and product samples.
As Nina bent over into a trunk of
company ephemera, her chocolate brown polyester slacks pulled taut across
her hips, bottom and thighs, eliciting from her a gasp in a voice
which contained elements of both duskiness and the soft trill of a dove,
and the eternity that had become his day melted into a warm flush that
spilled over Aldo, saturating him from head to toe.
(Brian)
Eternity's Voice
Rides
from her trunk of despair, like
a pony of mis-understanding.
(Triskie)
You don't believe me. Pegasus
is just a pony with wings, trotting and sometimes flying down the
trunk
route of eternity. If you think the Celestial Realms are a great
place, you are the victim of a serious misunderstanding. Heck, we
don't even get any peace and quiet around here what with the Man Upstairs
and his booming voice. Well, today's my happy day. I get to see
you stumbling all over the eleysian fields after you made twenty years
of marriage to your daughter unbearable torture. Have a nice time mother
in law, and watch out for those horse turds.
(Eileen)
It was all a simple misunderstanding.
That's all there was to it. Just because she didn't moon about like every
other female when he was around. He wasn't That good looking. Besides she
was an intelligent, poised and self-confident individual. She didn't need
men like him around her. The kind that cling and want more than she could
- or would - give. So if he was going to rant and rave over her standing
him up - for the third time- then he could just disappear. It was just
too bad that he had that deep, sexy voice. If she was of a mind
to, his voice could melt her like ice cream in the microwave. Ah well.
She had to nip his advances in the bud. Just because she had ridden him
like a wild woman didn't mean she wanted a long term relationship with
him. It was nothing personal. She wasn't looking for a relationship to
last all eternity. Just a little fling or two to keep things lively.
Unfortunately, since she had come to that frame of mind, she couldn't find
any guys willing to take their pony out of their respective trunks
to give her a ride and she wasn't of a mind to lead some guy along just
for the sex. But, then again, it had been four Days since she ..rode bareback.
Maybe it was time to reconsider her....rules.
(Gina)
After
several weeks of rain the sun finally broke out of the clouds promising
a fine afternoon, it was just as well. If it had lasted any longer the
project was scrubbed. It had seemed to have took an eternity to
plan, but 11 months later things were finally in place for her trip up
into the mountains where evidence of a ancient civilization were supposed
to be.
It had all stemmed
from a misunderstanding between two brothers who were prospecting
in the area. After several arguments and negative digs they decided to
separate and not long after the younger had fallen into what he thought
were old diggings. When the older brother finally showed up and after several
minutes of laughter he finally helped his brother out. The depth of the
trench his brother was in hampered the attempt and only a rope wrapped
around a trunk of a nearby tree helped get him out.
The younger brother
exclaimed that while down there he had noticed drawing on the walls of
the trench similar to the ones he had seen in a book about cave paintings
from Australia. It struck them that someone would be interested in this,
and as the land now was theirs they could make some easy money.
Well the brothers
were right the local then national museum couldn't wait to study it and
offered several times the asking price for the land, and started primary
excavations on the site, staggered at what they found.
That was when she
was called in, a recognized expert in the area of Neanderthal man she was
the obvious choice and funding was given hand over fist. When she arrived
at the museum all the artifacts she saw were authentic and she couldn't
wait to get to the site, Two days before she was due on the site the storms
struck not one but four hurricanes one after the other had formed in the
Atlantic. They had hit the coast with ferocity not seen in 15 years, but
finally the storm had passed. A voice shouted her name it was time
to go over to the ponies which where loaded with the gear she needed
and the day looked promising.
(Simon)
Misunderstanding
Trunk loaded on pony
Voice Eternity.
(Jeff)
I sensed there had been a
little misunderstanding when I heard a muffled voice coming
out of the trunk. I opened it, violent squeaking erupted -even facing
death he remained what he was, a pig- I shot twice then silence... Maybe
I had wanted him to suffer more than he had now. But you can't have blood
on your shoes or clothes to burn. On the way up there a strange thought
had crossed my mind: "Things to do in Denver when you have a dead body
in your car", I had giggled then stopped as if I was suspicious someone
could hear me, though no one could, not here. Long after the job was done,
I regretted not having him buried alive while I had the chance. See, even
when they're dead they come back to haunt your thoughts.
Have I done this before? A zillion times in my
dreams, but then what's the difference if every thought was meant?
Ah well perhaps it's good we don't have a karma police around, they'd have
death penalty back in no time and hardly enough cemeteries. Or maybe there
was, there always was, and they've just missed me. But that's okay, I can
wait... an eternity if I have to.
The next day the newspapers, however I always
refer to them as necrophiles, would all state he was missing. They keep
talking about the dead as if that would resurrect them. I'm sure "The Sun"
has Diana stuffed as an eternal monument, changing her garments constantly.
Maybe they even give her a different whig every day to see if a pony
tail would have suited her, and when the time's right, they'll just show
the nation how well it would have suited her.
I didn't do it because I believed it was my holy
duty to do so, I wasn't convinced I was destroying evil in its purest form.
Nothing is, in the end, 100% evil unless you're playing a computer game.
I just did it cause I felt like it. And maybe that's the hardest thing
for people to understand. They desperately search for the cause and the
consequence, the beginning and the end. What if there are no such things,
and the only concept you can hold on to in life is the absurdity of it.
You'd better stop running.
(Lizzy)
Ok, so I always wanted a
pony.
What does that make me? Barbie dolls, I had 'em all. All that a kid could
possibly hope for. That's why I wanted a pony. It wasn't just for greediness.
Coz, I mean, most of it was for greediness, but not just that. It was coz
Mary had one. And if Mary had one, I sure as hell HAD to have one too.
My parents never worked hard enough to be able to buy me one. Oh, the ultimate
scorn, they gave me a set of My little Ponies for Xmas. Those ponies never
flew so high...nor fell so quickly. 89 floors. But I was 8 at the time.
It's so easy to blame stupidity on age.
Then I turned 13. And I turned to boys. There
were so many. Some were cute, some were stupid, some were both. Mary's
boyfriend was Josh. Josh HAD to be mine. It took me two months to succeed.
I didn't put all me energy to it at first. But when I did...Oh, was Mary
sorry. But like most things, once you get 'em, u dunno what to do wiv 'em
afterwards. So I dumped Josh. I was 13 back then.
I was 20 when I got my degree. 4 months before
Mary. Would've taken me an eternity if I didn't have some motivation.
I studied hard, I studied bad. I would've shouted it at the top of my voice,
but I didn't. "Mary, get this!!" I shouted it when I got home and locked
myself in my parents' bedroom. I was 20 back then.
I got married, I had kids. I found a decent job.
It wasn't enough.
I'm 63 now. So is Mary. I'm as healthy as the
trunk
of a tree. She isn't. She's gonna beat me to it if I don't start acting
now. So I must die. No, it isn't a misunderstanding. I really must
die. And I must die before she does. I'm not being petty. Nor unreasonable.
I have my standards and I have my principles. I chose an antagonist as
my imaginary friend. Is that reason enough to judge me? Huh, Doc?
(Carla)
Eternity is apparently
a long time. The human race truly has no understanding of what an eternity
really is. Or how long. We just like to use grand, sweeping phrases
to describe our personal melodramas. I do this a lot, myself, I'm
as guilty as anyone. And, it's sort of funny the way we apply these
sorts of terms to our everyday situations. I was there forever. They
kept me waiting for an eternity. The line stretched for miles and
miles.
Something else that's sort of funny is how seriously
we take ourselves when we say such things. And, what's even funnier....or
maybe not funny...what's even sadder is that I'm doing that very thing
to myself. Right this very moment. It's been an eternity since I've
spoken to her. And, even though I know damn well it HASN'T been an eternity,
or even forever and a day (in fact it's just over 48 hours), it still seems
like, well...forever to me.
If it IS genuinely funny, the humor is lost on
me. This is killing me. Again, more interesting colorful speech;
I'm pretty sure I'm not dying. It does hurt, though. It hurts a lot.
Probably not gonna be fatal,however overly dramatic I'd like to make it.
But, it doesn't feel very good. I'm not a very happy camper. That's
a bit of an understatement, but it's a nice change of pace from all the
big 'forever and eternity' talk.
I truly don't know what to do about this, how
to deal with it. We've been together for, some would say an eternity.
And, that's what's dangerous about any serious relationship, I guess. Over
time, you can't just let things go, can't just take the little
things for granted. But it's frighteningly easy to do. Much
too easy. Everyone does it sometimes, it's hard not to, it happens to the
best of us.
What is a minor misunderstanding one day
is somehow the straw that breaks the camel's back a month later. If you
don't deal with it. What's worse is that usually, no offense is intended.
Little things like when she prods you to 'do that funny voice you
do' in front of company, and you get annoyed. You probably really
shouldn't, maybe she just wants to show everyone how special you are, give
them a little glimpse of what she sees in you. But, instead of obliging
her, you grumble 'I'm not your damn trick pony' and childishly refuse.
It should be pretty insignificant, it's really not something worth anyone
getting upset over. At the same time, it's also something that maybe
you only intended to share with her, maybe not something you are real comfortable
doing for just anyone. But it's hard to come out and be able to say
that when you need to, sometimes very hard to know how to say it, and I'm
sure the situation is reversed often enough, too. And when you don't find
a way to say it, feelings get hurt and it just grows and grows from there.
I don't want to pack everything that reminds me
of her in a big trunk, never to be seen again. I really don't.
And, besides, I don't have a trunk nearly big enough. Honestly, I'm scared.
Not so much scared of being alone; I imagine I can deal with that, somehow.
I'm more afraid of not having all the things we should be sharing, all
the things that we should be doing and seeing...together. I can't
see myself doing these things alone, I can't see myself doing them with
someone else, because that's not how it's supposed to be. I'm scared that
she doesn't see this at the moment, or that she won't see it until it's
too late. I can only chase after her so much, and for so long. I can't
do this alone, and I can't devote the rest of my life to wishing that I
could. An eternity without her isn't something I can comprehend,
and not just because I don't understand how long an eternity really is.
Besides, I don't think they make a trunk big enough
for all this stuff.
(Barry)
I stare out my window
At the tree trunk yonder
Voices ring in my ears....
You've been misunderstanding me
For an eternity,
Even my pony
(harnessed to the tree trunk yonder)
Will agree
That you misunderstood me
For an eternity.
(Mitra)
"Officer, there must be a misunderstanding. This isn't my car", cried Kristen.
"Oh, really", said the officer, "Then what's that voice I hear in the trunk? "
As the officer opened the trunk, a pony jumped out and said,
"Thanks for letting me out, I've been in here for an eternity!!"
(Jesse)
Through my eyes I see eternity
I see your face black and dirty
Your voice so sweet
Now you're clean and neat
What misunderstanding did I have
Hades rides on his black ponies
from the Underworld
We sit on the trunk of a tree
waiting to be taken
death is only the beginning you say
and our death awaits
Then we're gone
For all eternity.
(Chrissi)
Eternity isn't forever
It was gettin' late, see. So I pass this car. I heard a voice coming
from the trunk. He said he'd been there for eternity see, so I opens the
trunk with my crowbar I happens 2 have with me, see. Well, see, when I
opens it, I sees a pony. The poor sucker says he's been done wrong see,
it was all a misunderstanding, nha.
Love won't die, not ever
You may have a misunderstanding
but I will make it clear
Like the smooth silk
so soft and sheer
We will ride a white pony
or even a unicorn
To a world of the calm voices
where the trunk of a tree will grow as it's cut down
But still I will love you no matter where we travel
....Does this make sense?
no not at all.......
(Chrissi)
(Aidan)