Game 5 Travel writing

Bus stopped in a sudden woke me up. Finally I had arrived, and the “Velkommen” sign did not go well with the terrible weather that received me. I took my little suitcase and ran down to the bus stop since it was raining heavily. I had to walk to Annebergvej where she would be, but I decided to wait a bit because of the rain. I was starving but I didn’t eat my Oreo biscuits, as I hate it when my teeth turn black after eating them. Then I tried to light a cigarette in the strong wind, I raised my head and found out a sign of “Royking forbudt” – no smoking, and that is why the wind didn’t let me to light up my cigarette.

While watching how the rain was falling down, I was thinking about Norwegian that is a language difficult to understand. “Why is “royking” the same as “smoking”? And suddenly a child interrupted my line of thought with his high-pitched voice.

“...But mummy I want to go, mum, Peter goes....”

“Honey I know, but dad is waiting for us, we'll go later, okay?”

“No, I want to go, mum...”

“Johan, let's go, stop behaving like that. Mum is going to get angry if you don’t came right now!”

Apparently this little Johan did not want his mother to be angry, and so he followed her, dragging his feet as he walked. And I watched them until they were out of my sight and my phone rang. It was Aurora; she was “extremely” worried about me of getting lost. And once I arrived at her place, she hugged me tightly that I could hardly breathe. While she had prepared a typical Norwegian dish with Vidalia and yellow onions, marfona potatoes and three different kinds of fishes that I could hardly remember. What I remember is the delicious appetitive that we took the bread with Nuttela, delicious as take into account that I was starving.

Aurora is exactly the same as she was two years ago, the only thing that she had changed was her hair color – turned into reddish color, not only fits her name, but also the lipstick she always uses.

“Aurora, do you know where is my pen driver? I can’t...Oh, Hi. I forgot that today we have a guest. Please to meet you, I am Cécile” One of Aurora’s flat mates came in.

“Nice to meet you. My name is Sophie” I replied with smile.

“Mentioning about lost items, I couldn’t find my DVD of Harvey Milk, and I want to see the movie tonight” Aurora said.

“I have no idea, but don’t worry. I got it in my external memory-disk. And you should have it, as you are a big fan who can even name the gun in the movie is Colt Python.”

We all laughed, then Aurora led me to her room.

In her room, there was her favorite book The Time Machine, with a postcard of the painting by Munch, Vampire, as a bookmark. There were also a lot of paintings of owls, whippoorwills and rails on the wall, which she always say that if she could choose, she would like to be a bird, any birds that can fly. And besides the painting, there were a series of notice like “If I seem interested, I am NOT”, “Don’t disturb, genius at work”, “Stop staring my ass”, “I am Venus god”, which matches Aurora’s sense of humor.

Aurora, my good friend, your smile and the memories you gave me always make me feel like home, no matter how far i am from my hometown.

A Bloody Travel

The walk through the city was more dreadful than usual. Stopping at the ‘STOP’ sign seemed meaningless as I could now feel the drugs kick in. Luckily the glorious drugs brought back the memory from last night, the sensational feeling he gave me, even just looking at him frying the egg white on the hot pan somehow evoked my promiscuity. As I strolled through the park, I heard the shilling sound of a swallow. It reminded me of the news of Epilson exploding last night. Epilson means ‘the swallower’. Such improbable hints of our forbidden affection. Being in the city that never sleeps has its advantages as the munchies were now starting to affect me. Oh how I craved some Dalloon spring rolls with Uncle Ben’s sauce and Heinz ketchup.

As I walked in to the store I somehow misread the sign they had on the floor, “Car rental” instead of “Caution wet floor”. It must have been the drugs affecting my vision. As I ran towards the list item on my munchie’s wish-list, I slipped and fell, knocking down all the Toms chocolates. A nearby child uttered "mommy! bamama!". "No Eragon, she didn’t slip on a banana". I got up and remembered that I had spent the last dollars at the dealers’. For a moment, I felt the barrel of my colt in my pocket nudging me as my ill-tempered companion begged me to rob the store. The barrel felt like the one of a musket, but then I thought about the poor Chinese shopkeeper who had to make a living selling unions in red, white, yellow, and try to push the sales of sweet potatoes or fries, just to get through the day. This wasn’t fair. As I had every intention of walking out of there with my conscience clear. As I walked past him with I noticed he had his hand on a shotgun. Did he hear my inner thoughts? I felt the anger within me rising up so I turned back and asked him for a pack of Venus razorblades and a M.A.C lip balm, situated next to the glue on the shelf. He nodded and slowly turned his back to me. My inner voice said no, but it was my anger that pulled up my gun and shot him, hitting him in the head like JFK and the brains splatter stained my dress. His frozen expression reminded me of the phantoms in The Lonely Painting. As the woman and child ran out, I flipped the ‘Sorry, we’re closed’ sign, and gazed at the 'No Smoking' sign. As if, I thought, and lighted another doobie without thinking of the ‘Fire Hazard’ sign. It was noon and so people would probably have heard the shot. I pushed aside a saw as I quickly grabbed some wood, a hammer and nails and forced the door shut. If only I had a ‘No trespassing’ sign.

I made my way to the centre of town, walking past McDonald’s. I was once more tempted to use my gun, the annoying birds flying everywhere. The garbage was everywhere, it was a feast for the doves and the waddling of seagulls reminded me of a penguin, I realised at that point just how much drugs I had done. I ran in panic away from the birds, only to find myself in a dead end. I looked at the ‘Cautious, Children at Play’ and realised it was a school yard. My travel through the city had come to an end, as an ominous crow’s cry drowned in the sirens.

By: Tinna & Hawkins

Financial Poker Gambling Becomes Legal

That morning I got up and poured myself a bowl of Kellog’s Cornflakes for breakfast with milk from the refrigerator. But after one bite I felt more like McDonald’s. I left the bowl of cereal and put on my Max Factor lipstick, cherry flavoured. I flashed my Mona Lisa smile in the mirror; I was ready for the day. I suddenly remembered something about Abraham Lincoln from yesterday at school, which made me forget to brush my teeth. Unfortunately I didn’t notice this until noon, where I was made aware that my breath smelled like a combination of spring onion, red onion and sweet potatoes. My friend told me this, after we talked about our day off yesterday:

- I had a terrific day off yesterday. I did absolutely nothing. Often it’s like you have to do so much that you scurry all over the place.
- I had a great day yesterday too, with Disney movies, on VHS.
- You have a VHS?
- Yeah.
- I have the Lion King, but I never watch it because it’s on VHS.
- I saw that one yesterday!

Thinking back on the Lion King, made me want to go into the nature. Therefore I decided to take a walk to the park, where I spotted a sparrow and an owl flying overhead in opposite directions. I even heard the cry of a seagull, which was weird because there was no sea in miles. I found a bench and pulled out my book, Harry Potter and the Ballet Shoes, which I had bought at Bog & idé in Vestbjerg. I thought it sounded funny but turns out it was a knockoff.
I really wanted to sit on the grass but the sign said ‘Don’t Step on the Grass!’ it could just as easily have said ‘No Parking!’ because my ass is just as big as Venus, which made me sad, and to think twice about the McDonald’s.
It was really hot outside, like being in an oven or maybe a really big toaster. I started looking for a restaurant where they would have frozen yoghurt to get something to cool down on. I thought it would best to have some non-fat frozen yoghurt, considering my large behind.
I asked a woman passing by with her child, who made ‘ga ga ga’ noises, where the nearest health restaurant was:

- Excuse me, where’s the nearest healthy restaurant?
- Just around the corner, but you should know that it’s a No Smoking restaurant.
- Thank you very much. Bye.

- Bye.

Before I entered the restaurant I made sure I had my Magnum 47 hidden in my purse, just in case the emergency exit was nowhere around, because you never know in this crazy poker gambling world.


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