By now, hundreds of people had gathered around windows in nearby buildings and traffic was moving at a snail’s pace, if moving at all. Megan just stood quietly next to the pool as she took in her new world. The loud crunch of a car accident at the street around the corner from her captured her curiosity. GOSH, I FEEL LIKE ONE OF THOSE GIANT ROBOTS FROM ‘TRANSFORNERS,’ Megan sighed in delight as she began stepping toward the street, tote, iPhone and all other fashionable accessories at hand.
THUD….THUD….THUD….Megan scaled the ten-foot high fence that separated the pampering confines of the Olshe’ Hotel from the busy-body Cinemaville streets like no more than stepping onto the Red Carpet. “Run!” People rang out. Beep! Beep! Honk! Cars and trucks’ honking rudely ripped through the air nearest where the bikini-clad giant, model/actress planted her pretty feet. “Aaagh!” Streams of people exited cars, buses and from view as Megan casually made her way to the street, carefully planting her feet between vehicles on busy Star Avenue, an eight-lane expanse bellowing with busy rush hour traffic. To think, it was only 9 AM.
Megan was beside herself. She couldn’t believe how small all the cars and people were underneath her. Her feet easily covered two car lengths and her toes eclipsed most people. Megan straddled traffic as panicked commuters exited cars sitting below her bikini-clad bottom, her piercing baby blues scanning other activity in the distance as palm tree branches softly caressed her skin as the branches wafted in the soft breeze. Megan knew she looked stunning in her bikini and stylish beach hat, long dark hair protruding from the back and between her shoulder blades.
Still in shock at being a giant woman, Megan was curious why traffic just a couple of blocks away was still moving at a brisk pace when all hell had broken loose where she currently stood. Looking down, Megan carefully placed one foot in front of the other ever so gently between cars, trucks and fleeing people. I’M REALLY SORRY, PEOPLE. LIKE YOU, I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO MAKE OF THIS WHOLE GIANT WOMAN THING, Megan tried to soothe down to the fleeing crowds. Megan gasped at the site of several cars that had collided close by her. EEEWW! OOPSY! I’M REALLY SORRY ‘BOUT YOUR CARS, Megan offered girlishly.
Walking away and toward the more busy intersection, Megan was increasingly amused by the predicament. “I can’t believe…how the hell did I become this giant?” Megan giggled to herself. Quickly approaching the intersection of Star and Gulf, traffic continued moving easily. But as Megan approached….THUD……THUD……THUD…. the light, but powerful feminine footfalls started registering with the roadway in the near distance, vibrating intensely. Finally, the steady flow of cars from Gulf Street was introduced to the shaky ground, the first car loosing control in the middle of the intersection just as Megan placed another forward-stepping foot down on the street about 100 feet away.
Screech! Crunch! Clunk! Crash! The errant BMW’s wheels momentarily lost contact with the road and slammed into a Toyota. The 75’ Fox eyed the mayhem that ensued from her lofty perch, pretty eyes batting lashes at the scene she studied; several other cars in both directions could not brake in time and also piled on to the quickly increasing count of crashed cars. THIS HAS GOT TO BE THE BEST ROLE I’VE EVER TAKEN. I JUST CAUSED A MASSIVE TRAFFIC ACCIDENT, the massive Megan playfully sounded to just about the whole world at her feet. Megan continued walking in the direction of the scene; the soothing and sweet aroma of buttermilk sun lotion and feminine body spray filled the maddening scene of mayhem as the monstrous Megan meandered on up to the intersection.
Screams, cries for help and the moans of the wounded reached up to Megan’s ears. The puny scene so far below floored her. So were countless people as they ran off. Every inch of the eight-lane intersection and in every direction for miles was filled with cars, a veritable blanket of metal on concrete as traffic was snarled like no time in the history of modern transportation. The giant actress stood above a world of chaos, the centerpiece of which was a ten-car pile up. Car horns blared as the sound of ambulances approached. Police were already pulling up.
Megan felt powerful, sexy. OK, PEOPLE. NO NEED TO PANIC, the bikini-clad giant offered softly with a hint of irony down to stunned people. Raring to get in a good giant woman joke in at the expense of her puny audience, Megan blurted out..WELL, I GUESS IF I WERE STANDING AT THE TOES OF A, I DUNNO, SOMETHING LIKE A 100 FOOT WOMAN, I’D FREAK TOO. IT’S OK, I’M SURE THIS WON’T BE THE ONLY MAJOR ACCIDENT MY GIANT SELF WILL CAUSE TODAY.
I’M JUST SOOO FUNNY. Megan sighed.
As police helicopters approached from above, Megan was feeling like she took the role of Godzilla in a really awful B movie, kneeling down to move cars to the sidewalk to make room to sit. The police, still in shock at the beautiful actress’ enormity announced over their bullhorns; “Ma’am, please stand back. We will take it from here.” Megan continued making room in the road to place herself next to the pile-up, picking up cars from the street like toys, people still inside. WOW, GODZILLA REALLY DID HAVE IT GOOD, Megan sighed as she heard people in the cars screaming as she picked them up.
Turning to the police, Megan addressed them confidently. THAT’S OK. I’M IN A MUCH BETTER POSITION TO HELP. I’M A GIANT, YA KNOW. FIRST, I WANT TO FIGURE WHO STARTED THIS WHOLE MESS. I’M GONNA INTERVIEW THESE PEOPLE RIGHT...OVER....HERE. Scanning the streetscape as confused and anxious people milled about like ants, Megan sat down in the cleared section of the street with long tan legs crossed and randomly plucked a man from the roadway who had just exited from one of the crashed cars. “Help! Put me down! Aaaah!” the man cried as Megan sighed in delight of her power. Holding the man to her gorgeous face in the palm of her hand, Megan sighed. OK, LITTLE MAN. YOU NEED TO TELL ME WHO CAUSED THIS LITTLE MASSIVE PILE-UP OF THESE PUNY CARS. “Please! Don’t hurt me!” the man screamed. USELESS Megan placed the man down on the street and rolled her eyes in fun.
Megan examined the wreckage now just under her pretty face, the police standing helplessly by and police choppers circling above. The Tinsel town giant couldn’t help to comment. THESE CARS ARE SOOO PUNY AND SO ARE ALL THESE PEOPLE. NO ONE CAN STOP ME. I COULD TOTALLY GET USED TO BEING A GIANT. As people continued to exit their cars, Megan’s nose began to itch…ACHEW! Nasal mist sprayed every for a full city block. Those still in their cars nearest the lanky brunette saw their vehicles drenched in the sweet scented spray. EXCUSE ME, Megan cutely offered.
At that moment, a police officer across the intersection opened fire. Megan was spooked and rose dramatically to her feet, stepped over the pile of damaged vehicles and picked up a police car. The behemoth bombshell held the car daintily in her fingers and addressed the humanity gathered at her feet. LOOK, PEEPS, TAKE A LOOK AROUND. WHO’S THE GIANT? I’M NOT SURE HOW I GOT THIS WAY (giggles ensue), BUT I’M IN CHARGE NOW. I’M HEADING TO WHEREVER I WANT AND PEOPLE JUST BETTER GET USED TO IT! Megan then knelt down and placed the police car back on the street. Rising again to her imposing 75 feet, she located the sun lotion in her bag and began applying a generous coat onto to her already shiny skin.
Just when it seemed Megan was about to head off and leave to torment the rest of the city, the 75-foot Fox spotted a sedan across the intersection with about three people hiding in it, not quite ready to make a run for the hills. Megan smiled a wide grin, casually walked over and picked it up. I’LL TAKE THIS TOY CAR WITH ME, Megan mocked menacingly as she turned around to walk off. OOOPSY. In a moment of clutziness, Megan snagged a toe in the pile of wrecked cars, forcing two of them at the top to roll to the street in an ugly roar and crash.
OUCH! SORRY PEEPS. THIS WHOLE SCENE COULDA BEEN WORSE….JUST THINK WHAT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED IF I FARTED.
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