Post by missmin on Dec 15, 2008 14:58:22 GMT -5
A bit of nonsense.
And tonight’s top story is quite a fascinating tale indeed!
News Investigator Lee Allen, from this very station, was on his way home late last evening on the ‘T’ when he was witness to what one could only call a miracle.
“What happened Lee?”
“Well I was on the green line, on my way home at around 10 last night. There weren’t very many of us in the car so we were pretty spread out. Despite all the empty seats there was this one woman standing on the train, I didn’t think much of it.”
“And then what happened? I understand some one appeared before your very eyes?”
“Yes! It was the most magnificent thing! We’d just gone underground after a stop so the only lights were the dull florescent ones which began flickering. Anyone who’s been on the ‘T’ knows this isn’t a strange occurrence. But then there was this buzzing sound and the lights brightened almost blindingly, I thought for sure it was a power surge before I heard the loud thump.”
“Thump?”
“Yes. It was a man! He just appeared on the ground in front of me. He was wearing a white hoodie and light jeans, but didn’t have any shoes on. I think he knew the woman because he went over to her, they conversed and…”
“And?”
“And they embraced and then the train lurched. There was another power surge and he was gone. But as everything brightened, I could have sworn I saw bright wings sprout from his back! Now, I’m not a religious man, agnostic actually, but when they were talking I heard them mention death. It was by far the strangest thing I have ever seen.”
“So you heard it folks, one of our level headed, news reporters saw a miracle, an angel perhaps?”
The strangest thing about this occurrence is that when interviewed, none of the other passengers had anything to say about it. Some refused to talk while others claim nothing happened at all. I went to the security office in hopes of getting footage of this spectacle only to find one of the filse is missing. Security claims there was a malfunction and it was ruined. A cover up of some sort perhaps? We may never know, though we are not without some evidence.
It appears that the videos are saved in 30 minute increments and this was at the end of one of them:
As you can see, it is nothing conclusive. Is it an angel? A ghost? Or just a trick of the camera? Here on NBC news, we like to believe anything is possible.
Quiet eyes stared blankly at the television. She hadn’t thought about that; about them being on the news. Now that she did, it only made sense. What happened yesterday was nothing short of a marvel and she certainly would have told everyone she knew about it.
She should have been angry. She shouldn’t be so understanding. She should have felt…defiled somehow. They were prying into a private moment, something that was none of their business; making a spectacle of it. Taking away the meaning of something so important, something that would define the rest of her life, and death.
The uneasy feeling deep in her gut, almost pressing softly at her spine, told her so. However, for the most part, she felt calm. Not numb, that feeling had faded, had been warmed by what had really caught her attention. She’d only been listening to the news, not really watching. It was what was said after the interview that made her pause and look at the television.
She had expected them to rat her out. For them to each tell their own view of what had happened at that moment, to make their own judgments as to just what he was. She expected her entire conversation, every intimate whisper to be retold for the masses pleasure.
It was her own fault after all, their own fault. That was neither the place, nor the time, and they had not spared their surroundings a second chance. It was foolish. It broke the rules. This was the first time she’d ever truly broken any rules in her life. Oh, but she had broken so many rules.
It was odd, separating herself from her life. Her existence no longer followed the clean cut, linear path of time; instead it made a nonexistent loop that only she was aware of, that she shouldn’t be aware of. Perhaps she had broken more than one rule.
Turning from one glowing screen to another, she looked up the article on last night; it was accompanied by a frame from the video. He looked just like everyone else; he could have simply walked into the view of the camera during the surge. He could have been anybody, his clothes were normal, the back of his brown head was normal. But he wasn’t just anybody.
If you looked closer, if you knew, you could see the difference. How wrong it felt to see him standing there, how he seemed brighter than everything around him, even as the white of his shirt blended in with the walls due to the bright light that hadn’t completely faded before the shot.
“Weird isn’t it?”
“Hmm?” She looked over her shoulder.
“Hey, don’t you take that train?”
“Usually, I guess I missed out last night, huh?” Her tone was light.
Her gaze felt heavy. It was difficult to keep her head up, to look people in their faces. She didn’t want them to know; she didn’t want them to know her any more than she wanted them to know him. She wanted them to fade away; she wanted everything to fade away. But she had the rest of her life to live.
They’d be there again; on the train. She’d vaguely recognized most them; they were regulars, just as she was. She supposed she had nothing to fear from them, for the most part. Only Lee, should he be catching a late, or early (she didn’t know), ride again.
And then she was late and the doors were closing and she just made it. The pressure was too much and she finally dropped her gaze as she walked over and wrapped a hand around a pole. They were looking at her; the pressure increased.
She had to know though. Why didn’t they say anything? Did they pity her? Did they know what had happened? She looked up.
There were only two on this train, the two she had found vaguely familiar. She met the first one’s eyes and felt stricken. ‘Could humanity be so kind?’
What she found in that gaze was truly astounding. She found understanding and more importantly…respect. She turned her head to look at the other only to find something even more startling. Guilt. The guilt of someone who’d looked through the keyhole to see something special, to witness something not meant for their eyes.
A face flashed through her mind as her ears remembered words spoken softly to them. Her lips felt the caress of a breath as the small of her back tingled at the memory of the hand that had rested there.
She closed her eyes as her emotions seemed to solidify and work their way up her torso, pushing at her spine, pulling back her shoulders and bursting into her chest only to leak out through her eyes. It was a sickly sweet feeling. It was a painful bliss that smashed down her wall and built it up with an unexplainable hope that made her want to live a happy life, and die an even happier death.
She’d thought humanity cruel, but in return for her doubt, she’d received kindness.
“Thank you.”
And Tonight
And tonight’s top story is quite a fascinating tale indeed!
News Investigator Lee Allen, from this very station, was on his way home late last evening on the ‘T’ when he was witness to what one could only call a miracle.
“What happened Lee?”
“Well I was on the green line, on my way home at around 10 last night. There weren’t very many of us in the car so we were pretty spread out. Despite all the empty seats there was this one woman standing on the train, I didn’t think much of it.”
“And then what happened? I understand some one appeared before your very eyes?”
“Yes! It was the most magnificent thing! We’d just gone underground after a stop so the only lights were the dull florescent ones which began flickering. Anyone who’s been on the ‘T’ knows this isn’t a strange occurrence. But then there was this buzzing sound and the lights brightened almost blindingly, I thought for sure it was a power surge before I heard the loud thump.”
“Thump?”
“Yes. It was a man! He just appeared on the ground in front of me. He was wearing a white hoodie and light jeans, but didn’t have any shoes on. I think he knew the woman because he went over to her, they conversed and…”
“And?”
“And they embraced and then the train lurched. There was another power surge and he was gone. But as everything brightened, I could have sworn I saw bright wings sprout from his back! Now, I’m not a religious man, agnostic actually, but when they were talking I heard them mention death. It was by far the strangest thing I have ever seen.”
“So you heard it folks, one of our level headed, news reporters saw a miracle, an angel perhaps?”
The strangest thing about this occurrence is that when interviewed, none of the other passengers had anything to say about it. Some refused to talk while others claim nothing happened at all. I went to the security office in hopes of getting footage of this spectacle only to find one of the filse is missing. Security claims there was a malfunction and it was ruined. A cover up of some sort perhaps? We may never know, though we are not without some evidence.
It appears that the videos are saved in 30 minute increments and this was at the end of one of them:
As you can see, it is nothing conclusive. Is it an angel? A ghost? Or just a trick of the camera? Here on NBC news, we like to believe anything is possible.
Quiet eyes stared blankly at the television. She hadn’t thought about that; about them being on the news. Now that she did, it only made sense. What happened yesterday was nothing short of a marvel and she certainly would have told everyone she knew about it.
She should have been angry. She shouldn’t be so understanding. She should have felt…defiled somehow. They were prying into a private moment, something that was none of their business; making a spectacle of it. Taking away the meaning of something so important, something that would define the rest of her life, and death.
The uneasy feeling deep in her gut, almost pressing softly at her spine, told her so. However, for the most part, she felt calm. Not numb, that feeling had faded, had been warmed by what had really caught her attention. She’d only been listening to the news, not really watching. It was what was said after the interview that made her pause and look at the television.
She had expected them to rat her out. For them to each tell their own view of what had happened at that moment, to make their own judgments as to just what he was. She expected her entire conversation, every intimate whisper to be retold for the masses pleasure.
It was her own fault after all, their own fault. That was neither the place, nor the time, and they had not spared their surroundings a second chance. It was foolish. It broke the rules. This was the first time she’d ever truly broken any rules in her life. Oh, but she had broken so many rules.
It was odd, separating herself from her life. Her existence no longer followed the clean cut, linear path of time; instead it made a nonexistent loop that only she was aware of, that she shouldn’t be aware of. Perhaps she had broken more than one rule.
Turning from one glowing screen to another, she looked up the article on last night; it was accompanied by a frame from the video. He looked just like everyone else; he could have simply walked into the view of the camera during the surge. He could have been anybody, his clothes were normal, the back of his brown head was normal. But he wasn’t just anybody.
If you looked closer, if you knew, you could see the difference. How wrong it felt to see him standing there, how he seemed brighter than everything around him, even as the white of his shirt blended in with the walls due to the bright light that hadn’t completely faded before the shot.
“Weird isn’t it?”
“Hmm?” She looked over her shoulder.
“Hey, don’t you take that train?”
“Usually, I guess I missed out last night, huh?” Her tone was light.
Her gaze felt heavy. It was difficult to keep her head up, to look people in their faces. She didn’t want them to know; she didn’t want them to know her any more than she wanted them to know him. She wanted them to fade away; she wanted everything to fade away. But she had the rest of her life to live.
They’d be there again; on the train. She’d vaguely recognized most them; they were regulars, just as she was. She supposed she had nothing to fear from them, for the most part. Only Lee, should he be catching a late, or early (she didn’t know), ride again.
And then she was late and the doors were closing and she just made it. The pressure was too much and she finally dropped her gaze as she walked over and wrapped a hand around a pole. They were looking at her; the pressure increased.
She had to know though. Why didn’t they say anything? Did they pity her? Did they know what had happened? She looked up.
There were only two on this train, the two she had found vaguely familiar. She met the first one’s eyes and felt stricken. ‘Could humanity be so kind?’
What she found in that gaze was truly astounding. She found understanding and more importantly…respect. She turned her head to look at the other only to find something even more startling. Guilt. The guilt of someone who’d looked through the keyhole to see something special, to witness something not meant for their eyes.
A face flashed through her mind as her ears remembered words spoken softly to them. Her lips felt the caress of a breath as the small of her back tingled at the memory of the hand that had rested there.
She closed her eyes as her emotions seemed to solidify and work their way up her torso, pushing at her spine, pulling back her shoulders and bursting into her chest only to leak out through her eyes. It was a sickly sweet feeling. It was a painful bliss that smashed down her wall and built it up with an unexplainable hope that made her want to live a happy life, and die an even happier death.
She’d thought humanity cruel, but in return for her doubt, she’d received kindness.
“Thank you.”
