jueves, julio 19, 2007

The Final Countdown

Goth waited patiently without allowing any emotion to change his stance. As the light flickered behind him, emboldened by the shimmering reflections from passing insects, no sign of emotion appeared to traverse his countenance. He knew that the time had come - a time for heroes, a moment to stand up and be counted.

It did not seem so long ago that he had stood in that very position, but with a very dismissive attitude. As an immortal, worldly things had not really been a major concern but now, even he, was worried. 'How easily things change' - he thought.

With the sun behind him, Goth watched as his shadow was distorted by the light and his trepidation mounted. The doors opened with a creak that spoke of pleasures past and maybe pleasures to come but, hidden behind the pleasure was pain, lots of pain.

A wind of change caught in Goth's mouth, eneveloping his very being. He knew that the time was now, that the audience was watching his very breathing - looking for a sign of weakness. But, Goth stood strong. He knew that by facing the demon that had tried to take his life was the only way forward - the only way to survive.

The light ricocheted off the dust and through the haze, Goth could see his nemesis. Standing, like nothing had ever transpired, waiting, wanting, expectant.

Goth braced himself and stood tall - with the sun behind his back. The scars were still raw and painful but, Goth wanted to exorcise the demons - to become whole again.

Slowly, as time itself seemed to slow down - Goth started to walk forward. Step by step, he advanced, as the watching women held their breath in awe.

Turning slowly, he acknowledged the women that had come to see his final act of piety. The ultimate sacrifice was within his grasp.

Goth tilted his head to one side, briefly acknowledging the women who had come to support him and then looked toward his tormentor before saying in a very strong voice....

"Alright, you bastard bike - do that shit again and you're a biscuit tin !!!!!"

With an elf-like motion, Goth mounted the twatty bike and rode away into the sunset.

12 comentarios:

Daphne Wayne-Bough dijo...

Wear your leathers dude, in case you fall off again.

Lever dijo...

Yeah and a lid, and show that bike who's boss.

You sure that thing's not possessed? Is there a local priest who can exorcise the bike's demons so you can exercise your self?

Nature Girl dijo...

*sighhhhhh* Goth, you're my hero!

Stacie

SpanishGoth dijo...

Daffers -> I ripped my bloody shorts - how's that for a chat up line?

Lever -> No lid - it might mess my hair up. Thinking of re-naming it the Anti-Christicle

Stacie -> stop it.... you're getting moist

Anónimo dijo...

Oh for god sakes. Get over the bike. Although quite a fine speach.

Bruised egos take longer to repair than bruised elbows, no dear?

You should be proud you helped your girl, she screwed up and you arrived home safe and sound and a hero.

SpanishGoth dijo...

Laura -> I got over the bike - that's how she shit started

Sussanah -> I don't have unmetionables - I have things that women would call laughable it that helps...

SpanishGoth dijo...

ooo - my deyboard had gone all wired. Cupid stunty ting.

Cream dijo...

Tour de France? Great reporting! All you need is some music...
Maybe a bit of "For a fistful of dollars"...

phoenix dijo...

Did your cloak get caught in the wheels? you could always pop the ends into the basket on the front that may help;-)

Nature Girl dijo...

*gasp* how did you know??

SpanishGoth dijo...

Cream -> I was thinking more Where Eagles Dare

Phoenix -> there is no basket on the front - no bell either - bastards fell off when I crashed

Stacie -> cheated and .... yikes, giving secrets away..

SpanishGoth dijo...

Righto - Thanks for that Daphne.

I've now got the entire cast of YMCA pitching up on my blog because you mentioned 'leather dude'.

In the gravy, I can hold my tummy in....etc

*wanders off to pretend and be macho*