CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
He was worried about his rucksack. What if it didn't go off okay? He had an irrational desire to "test" the cord by pulling it NOW, but he knew he couldn't do that. It was all be over if he did. And the bus wasn't full enough yet. He waited.
Was he doing the right thing? Yes, of course he was! Things would be better after he pulled the cord. He'd be in paradise. He knew that. The people on the bus deserved what they were about to get. They were all scum. They didn't understand God's message. They message that had come to him and told him what to do. Perhaps they'd understand afterwards. Perhaps.
He looked around at two pretty girls and smiled at them. They smiled back. And yet they were still part of the problem, he had to tell himself. Maybe he could talk to them, introduce them to god? Maybe there was hope...no. They had been brainwashed by the media, tv, their parents and their false beliefs. This was the only way. The only way to save them. The only way to cleanse them. It was nearly time.
A drunken man got on the bus and staggered towards him. There were no seats left.
"Alright pal!" said the happy drunk. He nodded politely. The bus went on. At the next set of traffic lights he'd pull the cord. He'd enter the realm of paradise. The bus stopped. He took one final look at the people, the bleary-eyed drunk smiling at him, the pretty girls giggling. It was time. He pulled the cord...nothing happened. Frantic, he pulled it again and again. Still nothing! No, this couldn't be! God wanted it to happen NOW, it had to happen now!
"Havin' a wee problem with yer rucksack, pal?" asked the drunk. "Here, let me help you oot!" And, remarkably, the drunk pulled the cord hard and it unstuck! It had worked, just as God had told him it would. The bus hadn't started yet. He gave a final tug, to end it all...paradise would be his...
The rucksack opened and five white doves flew out. They caused an instant commotion. The driver turned around with a sharp look on his face.
"Ya had doves in yer bag, pal? That's crazy!" laughed the drunk.
"THE DOVES OF PEACE FLY AMONG YOU! BE AT PEACE! LOVE EACH OTHER! THE DOVES OF PEACE! WE CAN MAKE HEAVEN ON EARTH IF WE TRY! IF WE LISTEN TO THE DOVES! LISTEN TO THE DOVES!" The driver grabbed a hold of him.
"Aww come on pal, you don't have tae call the police!" said the drunk. But the driver was angry. Everyone else on the bus was confused. The door opened and the doves flew out. Had the message gotten through to them? He wasn't sure, but he didn't think so. This didn't feel like paradise. He begun to cry.
Ali Parvarti was banned from ever using public transport in the city of Glasgow again.
Was he doing the right thing? Yes, of course he was! Things would be better after he pulled the cord. He'd be in paradise. He knew that. The people on the bus deserved what they were about to get. They were all scum. They didn't understand God's message. They message that had come to him and told him what to do. Perhaps they'd understand afterwards. Perhaps.
He looked around at two pretty girls and smiled at them. They smiled back. And yet they were still part of the problem, he had to tell himself. Maybe he could talk to them, introduce them to god? Maybe there was hope...no. They had been brainwashed by the media, tv, their parents and their false beliefs. This was the only way. The only way to save them. The only way to cleanse them. It was nearly time.
A drunken man got on the bus and staggered towards him. There were no seats left.
"Alright pal!" said the happy drunk. He nodded politely. The bus went on. At the next set of traffic lights he'd pull the cord. He'd enter the realm of paradise. The bus stopped. He took one final look at the people, the bleary-eyed drunk smiling at him, the pretty girls giggling. It was time. He pulled the cord...nothing happened. Frantic, he pulled it again and again. Still nothing! No, this couldn't be! God wanted it to happen NOW, it had to happen now!
"Havin' a wee problem with yer rucksack, pal?" asked the drunk. "Here, let me help you oot!" And, remarkably, the drunk pulled the cord hard and it unstuck! It had worked, just as God had told him it would. The bus hadn't started yet. He gave a final tug, to end it all...paradise would be his...
The rucksack opened and five white doves flew out. They caused an instant commotion. The driver turned around with a sharp look on his face.
"Ya had doves in yer bag, pal? That's crazy!" laughed the drunk.
"THE DOVES OF PEACE FLY AMONG YOU! BE AT PEACE! LOVE EACH OTHER! THE DOVES OF PEACE! WE CAN MAKE HEAVEN ON EARTH IF WE TRY! IF WE LISTEN TO THE DOVES! LISTEN TO THE DOVES!" The driver grabbed a hold of him.
"Aww come on pal, you don't have tae call the police!" said the drunk. But the driver was angry. Everyone else on the bus was confused. The door opened and the doves flew out. Had the message gotten through to them? He wasn't sure, but he didn't think so. This didn't feel like paradise. He begun to cry.
Ali Parvarti was banned from ever using public transport in the city of Glasgow again.
