Grey Trains, funny faces - Wewrite, Day 100 Contest [ENG-ITA]

2년 전

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I was here freewriting till day 1 - "Bored Stiff", more than three months ago.

Make it as if I put here all sort of enthusiastic compliments and due congratulations and allow me to move on with saying something personal: at that time I was a bit doubtful of Marianne's project.
I didn't really feel like shooting an uncontrolled river of words in a blog that, in my idea, had to deal with huge serious stuff and sociological issues.

I was so wrong!

Freewriting whispered words of magic to my imagination, a dormant world beneath the surface of the ordinary.
Freewriting made me travel through universes of wonder and made me meet incredible and authentic friends.
One of these friends, a lifetime one, is Marco. I know him since we were teenagers but I discovered through this WeWrite an unexpected fun by collaborating with him.. hope you will have fun reading too!

First Part by @f3nix

Nobody could say exactly how the atomic decanting train worked. It was Saturday morning and the convoy slipped slowly and sinuously like a black mamba on the sea of ​​iridescent fog, a cloak that covered things long forgotten.
Every time the train crept slowly into the Tesseract no.18's belly, the third-tier citizen Theodore Pennygum thought of his grandfather and when he used to tell him with a sly attitude "You enter the mouth and get out of the seat!" when they crossed a tunnel. Not more than thirty years ago, the train still crossed a mantle of grass brushed by the bubbly wind of the plateau.
The sea of ​​fog did not rest the bored eyes of the citizens, as they prepared to be swallowed by that shiny obelisk for their work shift.

Theodore had gradually begun to make funny faces and grimaces to the passengers of the convoy that, every Saturday morning at the same time, crossed his train from the opposite direction. He tried to remain cheerful, despite the not particularly exciting perspective of working among all those minstrels with protruded beak-noses, as if they were caricatures of ancient Venetian plague's doctors.
His grimaces were never offensive, even if some passengers showed annoyance and even indignation through the 4 layers of carbon glass and the 2 and a half meters that separated Theodore from the strangers on duty. He became more audacious and good at performing his mockery routines. His curriculum included the grumpy-bishop, the robo-squeezy, the dazed-puppeteer-nipped-at-the-ankle-by-his-own-puppet, the triple scrub-scrub and also the astute-bananafish-who-drunk-a-bit-too-much.

One day, while the rustling of the train was getting more and more hissing, announcing the imminent crossing of the wagons, he was preparing to make the silly-fried-cod - one of his favorite faces - when he saw a girl on the other side return to him a rare red mullet face with narrow frogs and strained eyes. The train was not so fast, despite the advanced technology, and Theodore gasped as a tired mule chewing on hay as it captured the details of the girl's amazingly alive mask on the other side of the tracks. Her pupils widened in disbelief, just as time widened between the two, while her almond-shaped eyes slipped away, throwing him the last jesting flash of mockery.

Second Part by @marcoriccardi

Recovered from the inevitable astonishment, Theodore Pennygum thought, for the first time in his four-dimensional commuter life, that he was not a solitary soul, condemned to incommunicability.
Thus, he began a period where he waited with trepidation for every Saturday morning to come, even working joyfully (which caused him a rebuke by his Supervisor for "unmotivated laughter"), and encapsulated himself in the train, battling for a seat near the window, longing for that fraction of a second in which he could weave that human contact, that exchange of instant facial communication, giving meaning to his entire week.
She could have been no more, or only been there sometimes, or not sit in that place, on the other train that pierced the sea of ​​iridescent fog, or else get tired of this game but, like a miracle lasting a blink of an eyelash, there she was always and she always answered to him.
So, to the expression of annoyed goat, he answered with the short-sighted chameleon, to the doubtful dodge-look, the inquisitive eyebrow, to the look-what-I-have-in-nose, the semi-ykes with double spray ... by now Theodore started to spend every other day of the week to plan, rehearse the newest expression, to wear the Saturday as a stage dress (another rebuke, for "unauthorized facial self-deformation at the workplace").

Until one Saturday the Moebius Tape Disaster happened, at least that's how the Neuro-papers called it.
But the Neurojournalists were not there, glued to the window of the convoy that was moving away, while under their eyes the other train, the girl's train, was screwing with a grisly noise into a form with a geometrically impossible existence, until it imploded himself, as if the iridescent mist had engulfed him. Technical failure, they said.

Tehodore's face no longer changed expression for two weeks, reflecting the same emptiness that lodged in his heart. He even received a praise from the Supervisor for "impassive stoicism". His unique, strange, kindred soul had vaporized into a non-dimension forever. Life no longer meant anything for him.

Two Saturdays later, he sat with his eyes lost in front of him on the return train. Moving only his eyes, almost by reflection, he looked out the moment he passed where the robo-welders were buzzing around the gash on the other tracks. When he looked back in front of him, the girl was sitting on the seat opposite him. With a slow and deliberate gesture, she stuck her tongue out. One of those with the laugh-laugh eyes.


Treni Grigi, Facce Buffe

Prima parte by @f3nix

Nessuno poteva dire esattamente come il treno a decantazione atomica funzionasse. Era sabato mattina e il convoglio scivolava lento e sinuoso come un mamba nero sul mare di nebbia iridescente, un mantello che copriva cose dimenticate da molto tempo.
Ogni volta che il treno si insinuava lento nella pancia del Tesseract n. 18, il cittadino di terza fascia Theodore Pennygum pensava al nonno e a quando gli diceva con fare furbo "Si entra dalla bocca e si esce dal sedere!" quando attraversavano una galleria. A quel tempo, non più di trent'anni prima, il treno attraversava ancora un manto d'erba spazzolata dal vento frizzante dell'altopiano.
Il mare di nebbia non riposava lo sguardo dei cittadini mentre si preparavano ad essere inghiottiti da quell'obelisco lucido per il loro turno lavorativo.

Theodore aveva iniziato gradualmente a fare boccace e smorfie ai passeggeri del convoglio che, ogni sabato alla stessa ora, incrociava il suo treno dalla direzione opposta. Cercava di rimanere allegro, nonostante la prospettiva non particolarmente entusiasmante di lavorare in mezzo a tutti quei menestrelli col naso a becco protruso, quasi fossero delle caricature di antichi dottori della peste veneziani.
Le sue smorfie non erano mai offensive, anche se alcuni passeggeri mostravano fastidio e indignazione attraverso i 4 strati di vetro al carbonio e i 2 metri e mezzo che separavano Theodore dagli sconosciuti di turno. Diventava sempre più spregiudicato e bravo ad esibirsi con le sue facce buffe: poteva fare la facetta triste, la duplex magnum, il triplo mento con stupore, il frega-frega e anche il pescebanana astuto.

Un giorno, mentre il frusciare del treno si faceva sempre più sibilante e preannunciava l'incrociarsi dei vagoni, si stava preparando a fare lo stoccafisso stupidino - una delle sue facce preferite - quando vide dall'altra parte una ragazza restituirgli una rara faccia da triglia a froge strette e occhi strabuzzati. Il treno non era così veloce, nonostante la tecnologia avanzata, e Theodore rimase a bocca aperta come un mulo stanco che mastica fieno mentre catturava i dettagli dell'incredibile maschera della ragazza dall'altra parte. Le sue pupille si dilatarono incredule, così come il tempo che scorreva fra i due, mentre gli occhi a mandorla di lei sfilavano via lanciandogli l'ultimo giogioso lampo di scherno.

Seconda parte by @marcoriccardi

Ripresosi dall'inevitabile stupore, Theodore Pennygum pensò, per la prima volta nella sua vita da pendolare quadridimensionale, di non essere un'anima solitaria e condannata all'incomunicabilità.
Così, cominciò un periodo in cui aspettava con trepidazione il sabato, perfino lavorando con gioia (cosa che gli procurò un rimprovero dal suo Supervisore per "immotivata ilarità"), e si incapsulava nel treno, battagliando per un posto vicino al finestrino, in attesa di quella frazione di secondo in cui poteva intessere quel contatto umano, quello scambio di comunicazione facciale istantaneo, che dava un senso a tutta la sua settimana.
Lei avrebbe potuto non esserci più, o esserci solo qualche volta, o non sedersi in quel posto, sull'altro treno che perforava il mare di nebbia iridescente, oppure stufarsi di questo gioco, invece, come un miracolo della durata di un battito di ciglia, c'era sempre e rispondeva sempre.
Così, all'espressione da capra indispettita, rispondeva con il camaleonte miope, al dubbioso schiva-sguardo, il sopracciglio indagatore, al guarda-cosa-ho-nel-naso, il semi-singulto con doppio spruzzo...ormai Theodore passava la settimana a pianificare, provare e riprovare l'espressione successiva, da indossare il sabato come un abito di scena (altro rimprovero, per "auto-deformazione facciale non autorizzata sul luogo di lavoro").

Finché un sabato non ci fu il Disastro del Nastro di Moebius, così lo chiamarono i Neurogiornali.
Ma i Neurogiornalisti non erano lì, incollati al finestrino del convoglio che si allontanava, mentre sotto i loro occhi l'altro treno ,il treno della ragazza, si avvitava con un rumore raccapricciante in una forma dall'esistenza geometricamente impossibile, fino a implodere su se stesso, come se la nebbia iridescente lo avesse fagocitato. Guasto tecnico, dissero.

La faccia di Tehodore non cambiò più espressione per due settimane, riflettendo lo stesso vuoto che albergava nel suo cuore. Ricevette perfino un elogio dal Supervisore per "impassibile stoicismo". La sua unica, strana, anima affine, si era vaporizzata in una non-dimensione, per sempre. La vita non aveva più significato.

Due sabati più tardi, sedeva con lo sguardo perso davanti a sé sul treno del ritorno. Muovendo solo gli occhi, quasi per riflesso, guardò fuori nel momento in cui passava nel punto in cui gli operai-bot ronzavano attorno allo squarcio sugli altri binari. Quando riportò lo sguardo davanti a sé, sul sedile di fronte al suo sedeva la ragazza. Con gesto lento e deliberato, lei gli fece una linguaccia. Di quelle con gli occhi ridi-ridi.

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Thank you my friend for everything: your introductory words, the intriguing idea in the first part of the freewrite, that ignited my fantasy to write the second part, and last but not least the patience to format and post everything before you go to sleep! tip!

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You tow did so well together!! And thank you for the happy ending!!

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Ops! I ran out of deposit! Lol!

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disgraziato! XD

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You're welcome! We had loads of fun and that's what matters ;-) Plus this is a very good exercise for our future collaborations..I really like what we did!

@marcoriccardi @f3nix You two realize I'm googling everything you're saying. I'm on, "short-sighted chameleon". 😂 Very interesting...

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Is this a compliment? I'm always afraid that my English isn't understandable...

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It's absolutely a compliment. I love the names you two come up with.😁

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Thank you very much! It's been a lot of time we make fools together, we are well trained! :D

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Thank you @omra-sky! I appreciate your commenting on our little moment of madness very much! (I'm afraid that google will commit suicide if you keep entering our silly jokes :-P)

I wish I could speak with you to tell you in person how much I adore the story you and Marco wrote. tip! I'd like for you to be able to see the gestures that I make and hear my laughter over the faces (and their names, you cheeky man 😂). Your telling of the train, Theodore's boredom, and his discovery of someone else had me hooked. I hit the end before I knew it and went back to the beginning because I didn't want it to be over.
The flow of the story tells of the connection that you and Marco share, it's beautiful to be able to read. What a fantastic friendship the two of you share!! Instead of two minds and styles competing, you complimented each other.
I'm happy that the two of you had fun together writing this and (selfishly hope) that the two of you will do it again!

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Grazie amica!!!!!
You must know that me and Marco grew up together and shared many books, mostly fantasy ones.. we're also role playing (d&d) gamers .. and magic the gathering of course 😁 we have this thing that notwithstanding becoming adults we always kept the brain of teenagers and always love to play. Your comments are always the best ones Bris ..thank you for the tip and see you on discord! ☺️

I was going to start to cry!!! Thank YOU for making me not have to!!! Tip!

What a GREAT story!! I ate a whole bowl of popcorn without looking at it I was so engrossed in your story!! Bravo!!!!!!!!! and a WOOOOOT!!

sorry I'm so late reading this :( it's been a crazy week here for me!

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First of all I'm honored of receiving your personal special wooottt!! 😃👍 It's great to know that we could give such an intense feeling @snook .. that's a great reward for me! I hope your week It's going smoother now..

So fun!! I knew the two of you would come up with something special. And thank you, Marco, for bringing it to a happy ending!!

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Thank you Marianne! Marco was incredibile in developing this story. He has humour and poetry, I wish he can grow and be more confident on himself because he's an asset for us freewriters 🙂

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Mi cospargo il capo di cenere, Tip!

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per me lo fanno apposta a fare il bel messaggino con scritto a chiare lettere "sfigato non hai soldi!!" XD Grazie per la mancia Marco, me la infilerò nel reggiseno!

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