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I was walking down the street to have lunch at the cafeteria, it was Friday you know.

I was at 22nd and D and was about to cross the street when I heard a splat and wet stuff hit my trouser leg. Then I heard a groan and I looked over to my left and there on the ground was a pimp in a fur coat with a purple feather sticking out of his eye.

And in his hand was a Ling. The ling was a fairly small ling as lings go but still would have been a formidable fish to reel in. And this pimp had the fish by the gills.

The pimp moaned again and looked up at me. His lips made words but the sound was lost to the traffic that was passing by. I got down closer to his face. I was close enough to see that he had strawberry syrup not blood, all over his face and in his hair.

He started to say something but I was too transfixed on the syrup. I got closer and closer and I could hear his whisper. I began licking the pimp's face and hair. And I just about had a spot cleaned just as the words, "Look out" registered, and another splat occurred to my right in the street.

The screeching tires made me look and lo there was another pimp in the street. But he was holding a TUNA! This fish was the size of my nephew Bart. He tried to get up but the fish was too big to lift and his legs seemed to be broken.

And then splat, splat, splat,

Holy Cow! It was raining pimps and fish.

I ran to the awing of the apartment building nearby and the door man looked at me and shook his head.

I asked, “Does this happen allot downtown?”

He just shook his head again and said that ‘fish Friday is always messed up since the pimps got involved.’

I asked the doorman, "Is there anybody trying to fix the problem?" and he said that, “the politicians were postureizing and posing on the issue, but the fish mongers argue that the tragedy is good for business and the whore mongers, well I already spoke about what the politicians were doing about the problem"

Just then a wild band of ninja hookers swooped in and carried away the pimps, the fish and the little kids that were not attached to their mommies.

The fish mongers cried foul and bawled like kids with dirty lollipops or lost balloons.

I stepped out from under the awning took in a deep breath and said aloud that I was glad I was not a pimp, a kid, a hooker, a fish monger or a politician. I began my arduous trip to the cafeteria for lunch, but I did so with a spring in my step and a whistle on my lips.

Already figured out that "splatty" sound effect opportunties up your chances for your submissions, eh?

Great imagery, nice similies.

That was preposterously and delightfully bizarre.

Thanks. I really liked this until a google search found that pimps and fish mongers are always found near each other. I think this may be a conspiracy, I dunno, but I am very watchful when I go to the docks.

What the hell is a similies do you mean smilies

Edit: Oh (http://wiki.answers.com/Q/What_are_similies)

eye misspeled itt.

I meant simile, which is, of course, like a metaphor, sorta.

simile - 4 dictionary results
Show Spelled Pronunciation [sim-uh-lee]
–noun 1. a figure of speech in which two unlike things are explicitly compared, as in “she is like a rose.” Compare metaphor.
2. an instance of such a figure of speech or a use of words exemplifying it.

I like this story, it is unapologetically sureal and does not back down from that.

ROU Killing Time wrote:
I meant simile, which is, of course, like a metaphor, sorta.

Miss Grimsley wants to drop acid and let that one blow her mind.

strawman wrote:

ROU Killing Time wrote:
I meant simile, which is, of course, like a metaphor, sorta.

Miss Grimsley wants to drop acid and let that one blow her mind.

In surreal life, my initials are SDL.

Miss Grimsley, just repeat my intials over and over and over, for the same effect.

SDLSDLSDLSDLSDLSDLSDLSDLSDLSD

Phenopath wrote:I like this story, it is unapologetically sureal and does not back down from that.

I was trying to emulate Racter a great author I read long ago.

I don't know what to say. It brought a smile to my face though. Bizarre, truly bizarre.

Yeah thank you. funny it all became very natural once i made the prompt.

Have you ever sat on your porch and listen to it start to rain? Softly, and unobtrusively, the raindrops fall through the trees, a mere rustling sound. Finally, the drops become heavy and insistent, beating staccato on the roof, ringing through the gutters and downspouts.

But between the rustling and the ringing, like the green flash of the sunrise, is the briefest moment when the fish and pimps appear, the fractals of creation, just long enough for those who see to take pause, consult their senses, and conclude, "Naw, that didn't just happen."

strawman wrote:Have you ever sat on your porch and listen to it start to rain? Softly, and unobtrusively, the raindrops fall through the trees, a mere rustling sound. Finally, the drops become heavy and insistent, beating staccato on the roof, ringing through the gutters and downspouts.

But between the rustling and the ringing, like the green flash of the sunrise, is the briefest moment when the fish and pimps appear, the fractals of creation, just long enough for those who see to take pause, consult their senses, and conclude, "Naw, that didn't just happen."

Needs 7 more words to be a reply in drabble form. C'mon don't be lazy, it's seven fricken words...

Have you ever sat on your porch and listen to it start to rain? Softly, and unobtrusively, the raindrops fall through the trees, a mere rustling sound. Finally, the drops become heavy and insistent, beating staccato on the roof, ringing through the gutters and downspouts.

But between the rustling and the ringing, like the green flash of the sunrise, is the briefest moment when the fish and pimps appear, the fractals of creation, just long enough for those who see to take pause, consult their senses, and conclude, "Naw, that didn't just happen. Have a donut, don't worry, they're fresh."

Plagiarism!!!

that brought tears to my eyes it was so beautiful.
but i find in texas that rain is not ever soft it is more like a great giant pissing on this god forsaken patch of earth.

Oh, this is Texas rain? Then shit, where's Noah?

strawman wrote:Oh, this is Texas rain? Then shit, where's Noah?

true dat my brother true dat