ok, the only thing you need to know is that Elliot is just this voice in Summer’s head that speaks up sometimes. think of someone being possessed and the possessed is making snide remarks to the possesser and you’ll be fine.
sorry a bit long
The lights glowed neon orange against the dark blue sky. They reminded me of streetlights from our streets, glaring down on the sidewalk. Each one of those bulbs seemed to have an aura, illuminating the few inches around it from where I stood. I could see the dust, some floated as if calm, and others dashed from one place to another lividly.
Hillsville Anniversary Carnival came once a year, on the day Hillsville was founded. Despite its historical background that would put the majority of kids to sleep, the rides were far from monotone. But just because they were thrilling or exhilarating, doesn’t mean it’s a good thing
When someone dares you to go on one of the rides, it truly is a life and death situation, for the Hillsville Anniversary Carnival has a high breakdown rate. According to the Hillsville Report, for every 26 ride you go on, one is bound to break down. And in about every 10 breakdowns, someone gets either injured or killed. So far, only three has been killed in the past 150 years, but over fifty has been injured.
Thank you for that lecture going on in that head of yours, said Elliot. He showed me a cartoon animation where a girl was tapping her head.
“Ooh, Summer! The Flaming Ball!” Joy cried, pointing at the coaster. It was a huge two dimensional circle. From afar, I saw the participants in its mad rush to the ground, and then back up.
“Wanna go?” she jerked her finger, thrilled at the sight.
“Ok.” I glanced behind me to see my mom nodding in a distracted approval before I ran towards it with Joy.
The ticket master,
Wearing the slap happiest suit I’ve ever seen…said Elliot.
beckoned us to the Toy Story statue where Buzz Light-year was holding out his arm, saying you must be this tall to go on this ride! Joy and I barely made it past. Our seats were across two somewhat familiar teenagers. They looked as if they were dismayed by our presence.
“They were about to smooch!” Joy said loudly, increasing their distress. The ride then lurched forward with a rusty, metallic clang! The two teenagers held hands, grinning.
The coaster was lurching towards the dark sky. It felt as if someone glued my back the seat and is now hoisting the seat up.
Ohgodohgodohgodweee…Elliot was zooming excitedly in circles.
I didn’t know whether to be thankful or not. The upside was my back was facing the starless sky so I wouldn’t have to face it. The downside was I had to look down then.
Holyjesus, the two teenager’s faces swung in front of mine’s.
Holyholyholyholyholy. Elliot was still whizzing in my head, making me more nauseous by the minute.
How far up is that? A mile? If I fall, I’d have to fall that far.
Joy was smiled excitedly. But her smile was wavering as she started blankly at the little, increasingly little, people on the ground.
A mile, Summer. And you’ll go faster and faster and you fall harder and harder so by the time you hit the ground, Summer, there’s going to be a splat. It’ll be squishy and people will see you explode when you hit and you’re head is going to split and stuff will pour out and…
Sudden imagery sprang up in my mind. My head was split open, my body crumpled, even more then how the actors were in the movies and TV shows. Then someone would scream and point and a crowd will gather and my parents will be there looking at me…
And you might even be dead when you get to the bottom, Summer. We were upside down. My thoughts were mingled with Elliot’s
Summer, you’re gonna feel everything, you’re not going to die while falling; you’ll die when you hit the ground.
The coaster gave a rusty lurch to grind its way back down, oh god don’t break because I think I felt it shake. I think I felt it rattle. It could drop, the things that are keeping it attached to the rails will break and the thing will just drop like how rain drops out of the sky.
And you might not even die then. You die when the pain kills you…
And then the coaster just stopped in mid lurch, as if some being was grabbing it, pulling it back slightly and stop it. The coaster sat, silent. We were upside down still. The carnival was flipped. But the lights, the orange, glaring neon lights still looked the same. Their auras surrounded them, shining lazily, mockingly.
YOU’RE GONNA DIE WHEN THE PAIN KILLS YOU!!
I shoved Elliot hard into the back of my mind. My hair hung down, Joy’s blowing black hair the same. The silence was deafening. Someone, their gender unidentifiable, whimpered softly behind Joy’s seat. Everyone else seemed to be shocked.
My legs were dangling above my head. They don’t strap your legs to the chairs. I wanted to just cling on the seat and the arm bar in front of me. And oh god, I hope the thing that’s there on every single ride that goes u
that goes upside down doesn’t just swing down all of a sudden.
MOVE!! GET DOWN!! SLIDE!! ROLL DOWN!! Elliot screamed at the Flaming Ball.
Shut up elliot just shut that effing imaginary mouth of yours elliot.
MOVE!! GET DOWN!!
“Hey, sorry about this,” Joy whispered quietly beside me. I turned my face toward her. She was amazingly calm, but I saw that her muscles were tensed and her knuckles were white and her hands were clenched on the what-ever-you-call-it thing that’s on every single ride that goes upside down.
“Hey, as long you cover my medical bills,” I replied with black humor.
“More like funeral bills,” the teenage boy sitting across from us said. His girlfriend looked as if she was to slap his head but decided against it.
I gave a shaky laugh.
Summer, tell it to move, make it move, make us go down before it falls. Elliot was huddled in a corner of my mind.
Funeral bills, my parents are going to have to pay funeral bills.
People were pointing at us and gathering in a lu
Will Anniversary Carnival Go On?
Article by Sandra Houseman
Authorities question the continuation of the town’s annual carnival since incident last night. One of the carnival’s legendary roller coasters, the Flaming Ball, broke down for the eleventh time in history since it was built in 1989.
“Rides break down all the time,” says Randy James, owner and maintainer of the carnival. “You see those rides there at Six Flags that ride Superman? It breaks down at least twice a day. No one ever dies. Only that stupid kid who went over the Tornado.”
Yes, but Six Flags is open all week, all year. This carnival is here only a week a year and the three people are already killed since the 1985s.
Perhaps it is the new, steel, roller coasters that have caused the problem. They are faster, sleeker, more dangerous then the old fashioned wooden ones. James recounts the 1940s where amusement parks were a hit and wooden
“We’ve got everything the kids had except it wasn’t as fast and steep. We
So, the plan can not replace the rides with wood, but neither will they get any safer. And even if the carnival reopens, will enough people come? The town is not going to spend thousands of dollars just to have it stand there.
“I’m not worried about that,” James says, surprising us, “when those three people died, people came in anyway. Some came because they don’t care; others came as a sort of tribute for the dead.”
“What I’m worried about is how that Flaming Ball came down. It was like seeing an inexperienced person drive a car. They were speed off too quickly and stop instantly, start it again and then brake the car again. I saw it brake when it was sideways, going straight down. How the heck does that happen?”
Well, Randy James, you’re the owner. Figure it out.
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OK, first of all, HOLY BLOCK PARAGRAPH OF DOOM. Please, please, use the enter key.
I must admit I didn’t read the whole thing. I don’t want a headache right now.
But this: "YOU’RE GONNA DIE WHEN THE PAIN KILLS YOU" needs to be rewritten. Of course you’re going to die when something kills you. "The pain is going to kill you" of "You’re going to die from the pain" or whatever you want.
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