A short story amongst friends...
SYBIL AND THE SALT
written by Mary, Stefan, Ry the Scot and Rae on 5.27.04
Once upon a time, there was a girl Sybil.
Everyday she would travel to railroad tracks to put pennies on the rail. And everyday the Conducter would shoot Sybil with the salt gun. She would pick up the rock salt, take it hame, and make pretzels.
Sybil would ask all of her friends to come over and pose in weird positions in which she would then copy the shapes into pretsels. Sybil decided one day that she would take them to the train conductor to make peace. The train conductor took them willingly and so the cycle continued of pennies, salt, pretzels and peace. This happened over 3 years, which some referred to as the "3 Years Peace Before the Storm."
One day, instead of the conductor taking her pretzels of peace...he threw them on the groud and said:
"No More Sybil! You have broken my heart!"
The conductor, a fat man with mustard stains on his traditional cap; was remembering events of the past. Events with Sybil that happened when she was only a little chile. Children are innocent! But Sybil was not. In fact she was the ANTI-CHRIST! and Sybil" dawned her fangs and tore the conductor's throat out. With warm blood coarsing through her preternatural veins, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a roll of pennies to finish what she had come to do.
"Death is your judgement--but not your punishment!" Sybil said with eyes blazing with red light. Quickly she exposed the roll of pennies and shoved them in his mouth.
"You, the Fathers of Lies, will know the meaning of 'loss of innocence' you evil Motherfucker!!!!"
Out went the passengers, leaving Sybil and the conductor alone.
The passengers were an odd bunch all rejects from a Nike sweatshop in Taiwan that fed them through funnels of made sandpaper. Thought time the all developed a rare throat disease called Scratcheothroatitus. The sweared death on Nike and its entire corporation. Traveling to America, the caught the train, the final leg on their trip to the headquarters.
NEW YORK CITY JUNE 1st, 2004: NIKE HEADQUARTERS
Vice asshole Frankie Fairview, sitting at his desk while a little blond girl enters with a roll of pennies and attacks! Bludgeoning the VP to death with a 3-inch phallic object. Before this Sybil had figured out what her fate woudl be. The workers would have come for her if she had sought them out. They weren't supposed to be a part of this--it was between her and the conductor. So it goes.
And so, with Sybil's last breath--knowing her fate as a murderer and instigator for crimes unseen--Sybil unleashed all she could upon the Corporate Headquarters. Using her skill she learned from The Father of Lies, she breathed fire with the devil, and brimstone with Lucifer himself. There was nothing left of that city block when she was done. Not a terroist act, but an act upon all that opposed the proleteriat.
"Viva La Resistance!" was her gutteral cry as she burst into flames. A Phoenix that would never rise again.
FIN
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SYBIL AND THE SALT
written by Mary, Stefan, Ry the Scot and Rae on 5.27.04
Once upon a time, there was a girl Sybil.
Everyday she would travel to railroad tracks to put pennies on the rail. And everyday the Conducter would shoot Sybil with the salt gun. She would pick up the rock salt, take it hame, and make pretzels.
Sybil would ask all of her friends to come over and pose in weird positions in which she would then copy the shapes into pretsels. Sybil decided one day that she would take them to the train conductor to make peace. The train conductor took them willingly and so the cycle continued of pennies, salt, pretzels and peace. This happened over 3 years, which some referred to as the "3 Years Peace Before the Storm."
One day, instead of the conductor taking her pretzels of peace...he threw them on the groud and said:
"No More Sybil! You have broken my heart!"
The conductor, a fat man with mustard stains on his traditional cap; was remembering events of the past. Events with Sybil that happened when she was only a little chile. Children are innocent! But Sybil was not. In fact she was the ANTI-CHRIST! and Sybil" dawned her fangs and tore the conductor's throat out. With warm blood coarsing through her preternatural veins, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a roll of pennies to finish what she had come to do.
"Death is your judgement--but not your punishment!" Sybil said with eyes blazing with red light. Quickly she exposed the roll of pennies and shoved them in his mouth.
"You, the Fathers of Lies, will know the meaning of 'loss of innocence' you evil Motherfucker!!!!"
Out went the passengers, leaving Sybil and the conductor alone.
The passengers were an odd bunch all rejects from a Nike sweatshop in Taiwan that fed them through funnels of made sandpaper. Thought time the all developed a rare throat disease called Scratcheothroatitus. The sweared death on Nike and its entire corporation. Traveling to America, the caught the train, the final leg on their trip to the headquarters.
NEW YORK CITY JUNE 1st, 2004: NIKE HEADQUARTERS
Vice asshole Frankie Fairview, sitting at his desk while a little blond girl enters with a roll of pennies and attacks! Bludgeoning the VP to death with a 3-inch phallic object. Before this Sybil had figured out what her fate woudl be. The workers would have come for her if she had sought them out. They weren't supposed to be a part of this--it was between her and the conductor. So it goes.
And so, with Sybil's last breath--knowing her fate as a murderer and instigator for crimes unseen--Sybil unleashed all she could upon the Corporate Headquarters. Using her skill she learned from The Father of Lies, she breathed fire with the devil, and brimstone with Lucifer himself. There was nothing left of that city block when she was done. Not a terroist act, but an act upon all that opposed the proleteriat.
"Viva La Resistance!" was her gutteral cry as she burst into flames. A Phoenix that would never rise again.
FIN
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