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Nothing Bad Ever Happens Here
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TITLE (EDIT)
Nothing Bad Ever Happens Here
DESCRIPTION
Note: although this was written in the format of a poem, it is an exact factual account of an incident i survived this october. Before the incident, i always supported gun control. Now gun control is my religion.
[608 words]
AUTHOR
Mike Schiller

ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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[January 2002]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (10)
A Reality Check For America (Essays) Charles Rangel wants to wrongfully enslave people of a particular age group, because in his mind their age makes them less worthy of human rights. In the past, people were enslaved on the basis of rac... [870 words] [History]
And So You Touch Me (Songs) This was one of two songs I wrote one night while feeling inspired. The Cathy Dennis influence is more obvious in this one, since it uses the words "touch me", although lots of songs use that phrase. ... [172 words] [Romance]
Keys To My Soul (Songs) I usually only write poetry. I wrote this and one other song one night after listening to a Cathy Dennis tape about a billion times. Her music consistently inspires me, although it is very rare for me... [418 words] [Romance]
Life On The Brink Of Death (Poetry) Poem by Mike Schiller, written January 29, 2006 [449 words]
That Which Heals All Wounds (Poetry) - [482 words]
The Decision (Poetry) - [1,133 words]
The Enemy Within: How U.S. Corporations Orchestrate And Profit From The Deaths Of U.S. Soliders (Essays) - [1,258 words]
The Most Evil Hate Crime (Essays) I have not heard anyone on either side of the debate suggest that the adult world shoulder exclusive responsibility for a war, with or without a draft. Why would they? Those on the left and right who ... [1,375 words] [History]
Underneath The Stairs (Poetry) This poem was written in a few seconds. A girl emailed me with a description of a photo she had taken, which she wanted to feature in a book. She asked me to write a poem which could be used as a capt... [215 words] [Motivational]
Worse Than Terrorism (Essays) - [1,184 words] [History]
Nothing Bad Ever Happens Here
Mike Schiller



I can still hear it
the sound ringing in my ears as I ran
This canít be real
Then, I heard the shell 
hit something and drop to the ground
It was real.
I still remember
the preceding moments
they play back in my head
like a movie that perpetually 
rewinds itself and replays itself
the cool crisp night air filling my lungs
as I walked down Jersey Avenue
carefree
my nightly trek to the deli
to buy cigarettes
I marveled at the autumn leaves
the great old trees that lined the street
American flags descending from
prewar brownstones
in the neighborhood I called home
my safe haven
Nothing bad ever happens here
As I reached the corner
I noticed him waiting there
patiently on a bicycle
two cold eyes beaming with hostility
forcing me to look away
Donít look scared
I turn to him and nod
to avoid the appearance of fear
Only to see that hateful glare
emanating from beneath a
hooded sweatshirt
donít look scared
Keep walking
Pick up the pace but be subtle
so he doesnít think 
Iím walking any faster
Donít let him see me looking back
out of the corner of my eye
Why is he starting to pedal?
Is he moving in my direction?
Donít let him see me 
picking up the pace again
Donít provoke him
by coming across like IĎm nervous 
Maybe heís just riding his bike 
at 4 in the morning
Donít let him get too close
Donít let him see me
looking back again
out of the corner of my eye
Heís two feet away
Heís too close
Whatís that silverÖ gun?!?!
Iím already Running
It must be fake
Run 
Too fast to hear him
mumbling something about 
wanting all my money
Too late Iím halfway across the street
then I hear it
that loud sound you only hear 
on television, in movies
He fired the gun
It must be blanks
Nobody would fire real bullets at someone
then came
that one eternal split second 
when I heard the shell
hitting a wall or something 
and falling to the ground
I knew it was real.
Donít stop. Keep running.
My legs moving faster 
than I can comprehend
Donít Stop Keep Running
Look back but Donít Slow Down
I couldnít see him
He seemed gone but I kept running
until I reached a deli and hid 
behind the counter
and told the clerk to call 911
WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED TO ME?
WHAT ALMOST JUST HAPPENED TO ME?
How could this happen HERE?
This wasnít a dream!
This wasnít a movie!
This isnít a poem!
This was the longest two minutes of my life.
Two months later, 
Iím far away from where this happened
I ran out of that city, out of that apartment
all the way home to mom and dad
and the comfort of matzo ball soup
But will I ever escape the experience?
Will I ever escape that relentless remembrance
that sound still ringing in my ears
the fear that still envelops me
every time I see someone riding a bicycle?
He may have missed,
but what scares me the most is
that the full scope, the physical
and mortal reality of what happened
and more importantly what almost happened,
That truth is a bullet unto itself
and it eventually will hit me
but for now, this couldnít have happened
not to me, not four blocks from my house
these kinds of things donít happen
nothing bad could ever have happened there
I only wish I had that much control
over my own memory.
I wish this was just a poem, but itís not.

 

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"Absolutely chilling......You've done a superb job here, Mike of conveying the shock, horror and disbelief!! A wonderful read! (glad you're ok!) Dusty" -- Dusty, Winston-Salem, NC, SA.
"Great read! I believe you. Just don't stop living, experimenting, having new adventures because of HIM! Don't let people like him decide your life for you. Luck." -- Randy.

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STORYMANIA PUBLICATION DATE
January 2002
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