torsdag den 14. maj 2009

The long awaited!

as quite a few of my friends have been asking me for i here present!
My exams project translated, however it was quite the job, and im sure
its not perfect but i dident bother to do more about it......
I hope you enjoy it!

Concrete Jungle By Mickey.A.C
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Concrete Jungle

It was a gray morning like any other. Peter was sitting again and looking out the window at the rain, that relaxed and unconcerned dripped down from the clouds, down on the streets where they made small puddles of water on the road and then ran down the sewers. You could see a longing look on Peters face, but if you could look closer at him it seemed like there was something he was missing in his life, though without knowing what it was.

Peter took his little black notebook up his pocket and started with a small pen to write “It’s amazing how quiet this concrete jungle can be at the early hours of the day, no roaring cars on the streets, life wolfs that howls against the moon, no people, busy as ants that’s only trying to make more money, because they think if they could only get the newest jacket, everything would get better. But oh how wrong they are on that subject, because simple things such as that isent what creates happiness, but then again what do I know about that?” And then put his notebook back in his back pocket again.

Looking at the notebook it seemed like it was worn down, maybe even a little old, as if had always had it on himself since the day he was born. He got up and walked over to his fridge, to see if there was any food in it, he found some bread and cheese, and started cutting slices of the cheese and threw it on the bread, not like it seemed as he was hungry but more like a duty he had to do to get it over with.

He sat down at the window again, and looked out at the gray weather, but there was now so slowly again starting to be people on the streets this rainy morning.

The sun looked up behind the huge building and left a Silhouette of a concrete jungles alleys, the man build colossus’s that was layer building after building and covered a area, that had no doubt once had a forest and a natural area, until humans had taken control of everything, every little branch and bush.”To think that humans really are that greedy, and yet we still see our self as the holy ones” Peter said to himself and then layd down on his bed to sleep a little now that the sun had slowly started to rise, since he had never been a day person. The sun had always annoyed his eyes, since he was a boy, so he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

While he was sleeping, he was having one of his normal bloody dreams, about humans that died one by one in the most brutal ways you could ever imagine. Right before he woke up he saw a pair of eyes that looked at him and then felt like he was falling down a bottomless pit. Peter woke up with a rush, and still had the feeling of falling in the bottomless pit. His heart was beating like it was trying to get out his chest.

He was sitting a little trying to relax and make his pulse calm down again. You could almost imagine that it wasn’t the first time Peter had that kind of dream, since he didn’t seem extremely shocked about it, but more annoyed about it, then anything else he was tired of, such small annoying things like this tormented him or maybe it was more that he didn’t have control over it, this fear of falling wasn’t something he normally something he was afraid of, and definitely not heights, but the feeling of that bottomless pit, as black as the darkest night without a moon to shine even the least. Slowly he started to return to the world of the living, you could see in his eyes he got less and less terrified, and looked slowly more like his normal self compared to since he woke up a little while ago.

He pressed the switch next to his bed and the small radio started playing a radio channel, some random music, it didn’t seem like he wanted to listen to it but did it more to break the silence in the little room while he calmed down the last bit and got back to his normal self.

Finally after a little while Peter got up to get dressed, once again Peter looked shortly out the window, out at the city from the small apartment was right under the roof, and saw the jungle, but it wasn’t in its quiet peaceful darkness as earlier, but bathed in neon light, cars and people filled the streets, as a river of lights that gently flowed by.

Peter took on his jacket, a gray thick jacket that looked rather worn down and found one of his smokes in a pocket as he walked out the door, and closed it behind him. When he got out on the streets he put it in his mouth, and lighted the smoke as he looked around as to see if anyone noticed him, and then slowly started walking down the street as if there wasn’t anything he had to do, but at the same time as if he knew exactly where he was going.

He walked down all the small streets and alleys in the city to avoid as many people as he could, he looked at all the small windows of all types, shops that sell people he thought to himself as he walked by a porno shop with 2 girls in the window, dressed in lingerie no doubt a lot of people would consider sexy, but it wasn’t something that caught his eye, he kept walking down the dark dimmed alley, it kind of reminded him of a cave, but he didn’t think a lot about it, and he once again stepped out in the concrete jungles light with the cars roaring like lions that hunts its pray. He turned around a corner and continued walked down the neon lighted street, which almost seemed surreal in the way that it was lighted, as an artificial day with black silk walls.

He went out on the main street again, but stopped to look around “you would almost think it’s a circus with all those colors” he thought to himself, relaxed and unconcerned he walked down the street and sees the people who stand on the corners. Cars in all colors and shapes, in a long trail as a snake that moves down the road…

Peter continues down the street and turns in to one of the parks that’s there “one of the last free havens, a green oasis in this concrete jungle” Peter thought to himself. The park was dark with only a few street lights to light up the path, there was a few trees and bushes but not enough to make the park resemble a natural area. “Why do we humans always have to change everything? Why do we always create everything in our own image? God, robots and everything else we have a chance to change” Peter wondered over again as so many times before.

He sat down on a bench in the park and let his head tip backwards, he sits like that a little and looks up in the dark night sky, it was black, beautiful and soft, like a blanket that wraps its lover, a few people came running by but Peter did bother to look up, he just heard their voices that slowly vanished again in the distance, as they moved away from him.

As he sat there on the bench, he couldn’t stop himself from drifting off in to another kind of world, more dreaming then awake, even in the cold air he could imagine how it must had been 300 years ago at that spot. Green forests, maybe a small creek while the sun had shined down on some beautiful nature before humans had corrupted and destroyed it all…

He was suddenly pulled back to reality, away from all the peace and quiet in his dream world when he heard an ambulance drive by, it wasn’t anything new with an ambulance, but it simply just made him curiosity follow the sound or more like where the sound was going. On the way towards the screeching sirens he passed an alley and thought about that there once was a girl that had been stabbed, without anyone had helped her, even though she had screamed out, but she had just been left there to bleed to death while the man walked away.

He finally arrived at the place where all the sirens where, he could see there was a fire in a house, both fire trucks and ambulances were gathered around the place, while they tried to stop it and get the injured people to the hospital. He stood there a little and looked at the fire, it almost looked like a firestorm now, while the fire fighters tried to get it all under control, but Peter didn’t wait and continued down the street towards his own apartment.

He went past a lot of small stores and people on the street, and when in to a seven eleven where he bought a beer, then he continued on his way home, but he didn’t enter his apartment, he instead walked up on the roof and sat down on the ledge and looked out over the city “ god how it’s a odd place we live now a days” he thought and took a sip of his beer and said with a sigh “ I just wish everything would be good in our society, without all the violence and hatred that’s in this world” he once again looked over the city and down at the sidewalk, you could see in his eyes that he seemed depressed, and as he sat there the sun started to rise in the distance with a lovely orange glow that warmed his soul.

He once again looked down on the street, on the other side of the street there was a young girl in a leaf green jacket, with a white bag and black jeans. He sat there and looked at her as the sun hit her hair, she was so beautiful he thought to himself, she looked like the girl he was in love with, but who didn’t want him.

With that thought he leaned over and fell toward the sidewalk with her in his thoughts as he moments later hit the sidewalk and everything turned black.

He woke up with a gasp next to his bed, with a confused look on his face, and then he crawled back up in his bed and sat there, lighted a smoke as he looked out the window. The weather was gray, and it was gently raining, drops of rain that dripped from the clouds, to create small puddles of water on the streets as the sun rises and created silhouettes of the buildings in the concrete jungle, Peter sat there in his bed and puffed on his smoke wondering “ What might happened today?”

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