True Story

- A 28-year old male was brought into the ER after an attempted suicide. The man had swallowed several nitroglycerin pills and a fifth of vodka. When asked about the bruises about his head and chest he said that they were from him ramming himself into the wall in an attempt to make the nitroglycerin explode.

- A 50-year old woman came into the ER with a complaint of mild abdominal pain. During a pelvic exam the doctor found that the lady had inserted a whole chicken piece by piece into her vagina. Unable to have children she was hoping that the chicken would turn into a baby.

- A man in his mid-fifties did a Loraina Bobbit on himself in a drunken rage and ended up in the ER. The urologist thought that he could reattach the mans genitalia if it could be recovered and if it was in good condition. The police were dispatched to the man's house and the search was on. During the search one of the officers heard a choking sound coming from the man's poodle that was sitting in the corner. After a brief fight the officer was able to retrieve the man's jewels from the dog's mouth. After inspection of the parts by the urologist it was decided that the man would need to be taught to pee while sitting (if you know what I mean) The officer was given a commendation from his precinct for medical assistance.

- A woman with shortness of breath and who weighed approximately 500 lbs was dragged into the ER on a tarp by six firemen. While trying to undress the lady an asthma inhaler fell out of one of the folds under her arm. After an Xray showed a round mass on the left side of her chest her massive left breast was lifted to find a shiny new dime. And last but not least during a pelvic exam a TV remote control was discovered in one of the folds of her crotch. She became known as "The Human Couch".

- A doctor who spoke limited Spanish was rushed to a car in the ER parking lot to find a Spanish woman in the process of giving birth. Wanting to tell the woman to push he started yelling "Puta! Puta! Puta!" at this the grandmother started to cry and the baby's father had to be restrained. What the doctor should have been saying was "Puja!" (Push!). Instead he was saying "Whore! Whore! Whore!"

- An unconscious 36-year old male was brought to the ER with cocaine induced seizures. As a nurse pulled back his foreskin to insert a catheter (a tube passed through the urethra and into the bladder) a neatly folded twenty dollar bill fell out of the foreskin fold. When the man woke up and demanded to leave, the nurse gave him back his belongings and told him where she had found the money. His response: "It was a fifty, bitch!"

- An elderly woman came into the ER complaining: "I got the green vines in my virginny" (Interesting). A pelvic exam verifies that she did, indeed, have a six inch vine growing out of her vagina. Further inspection revealed that she had a mass in her vaginal vault. It was easily removed and looked very much like a potato. It was, indeed, a potato. The patient said that her uterus was falling out and that she "put a potato in there to hold it up" and then forgot about it.

- The most nonemergent ER visit: A male adolescent came in at 2 a.m. with a complaint of belly button lint.

- A young female came to the ER with lower abdominal pain. During the exam and questioning the female denied being sexually active. The doctor gave her a pregnancy test anyway and it came back positive. The doctor went back to the young female's room. Doctor: "The results of your pregnancy test came back positive. Are you sure you're not sexually active?" Patient: "Sexually active? No, sir, I just lay there." Doctor: "I see. Well, do you know who the father is?" Patient: "No. Who?"

- A 92-year old woman had a full cardiac arrest at home and was rushed to the hospital. After about thirty minutes of unsuccessful resuscitation attempts the old lady was pronounced dead. The doctor went to tell the lady's 78-year old daughter that her mother didn't make it. "Didn't make it? Where could they be? She left in the ambulance forty-five minutes ago!"

- A 15-year old boy was laying on a stretcher with his mother sitting next to him. The boy was coming down from "crank" (methamphetamine) that he had injected into his veins with needles he had been sharing with his friends. Concerned about this the doctor asked the boy if there was anything he might have been doing that put him at risk for AIDS. The boy thought for a while then said questioningly, "I've been screwing the dog?"

- A 19-year old female was asked why she was in the ER. She said that she and her boyfriend were having sex and the condom came off and she wasn't able to retrieve it with her fingers. I went to the bathroom and "gagged" myself to vomit but couldn't vomit it up either."

The Metamorphosis

It's midnight in Nirashgi, and the world is beginning to unravel. At the crucial moment the clock tower draws a deep breath into its rounded belly. Pulleys and levers and chimes all tense, wrenched out of a habitual lethargy as the hands align over the face, pulling up straight toward the sky. The sound of the first bell pealing splits the air with a wrenching, tearing sound, and from a league away the ocean is stirred from its slumber. The men and women of the city draw in one more breath, then lay still as dolls in their bedrooms, and dining rooms, and parlors. The silence would be stifling if there was anyone around to hear it.

By the third chime, the air is quivering, sparkling with an energy of change. At the fifth the waters groan and swell beyond their shores, extending creeping tendrils up toward the darkest alleys at the city's edge. A ninth peal, and they rise like a blanket to smother the cobblestone streets. By the time the 11th bell rings out, the sea has conquered the city, and the walls of certainty begin to crumble away into dust.

The waters boil green and red and purple along with their daytime grayish blue, and everything the ocean touches is transformed into its opposite. The uniform walls of the business district melt and twist as the buildings gain an assortment of eyes and ears and teeth. The fountain in front of the capitol building chokes, and suddenly a pale yellow light is streaming from its mouth in place of the usual water. The traffic lights flash frantically, faster and faster until they sprout wheels and wings, and the cars in the streets stand up on their tailpipes with the windshields all aflame; industrial Christmas trees complete with four-wheel drive.

The 12th strike hits the air with a fiery, thundering crash, and the people themselves begin to transform. A boy in his bed stretches like rubber, until his head is as long as his legs, which double over themselves like taffy where they hit the wall. His mother sprouts a second head from the skin above her ear, and then a third and a fourth, each a slight variation on the form and color of the original. The dog lying asleep downstairs, who has until this moment only dreamed of being ferociously large, is suddenly granted his wish. A tendril of slobber drips from his open mouth, flooding the kitchen as his head lifts the ceiling from its rafters.

New creatures stir with awareness beneath the earth: foreign, ancient things that shed their twin covers of dust and namelessness to breathe in the night air. Most of them are formless — a blob of fleshy head on top of a colorful, checkered torso — but a few sprout the weedy arms of insects and prowl away from the fantastic madness of the sea. They venture to those places still cloaked in shadow, off on nameless deeds that signal empty beds in the morning.

In the heart of the city, the central business of the night is under way. Two red-winged raccoons have pulled down the door of a music store nearby, and there are instruments running wild in the streets: woozy, blue-toned saxophones and cocky, sure-footed trumpets. They sing their anthems proudly as they wobble from lamppost to street sign in an attempt to stay upright. Bursts of music surge forth and take on a life of their own — changing from sound to smell to vision with a flickering restlessness while the denizens of Nirashgi waltz and stomp their feet. It's not long before the cobblestones themselves are stirred from their slumber. They rush back and forth underfoot, tossing the people into the air and catching them again with the ease of an expert performer.

For a while it seems that Time himself has abandoned his usual stoic sense of duty, and the night has become truly boundless. But the hours pass, and slowly, almost imperceptibly, the first hint of gray creeps into the horizon,

The festivities take on a note of desperation as the first rays of light puncture the black cloak of sky. Two stout, rainbow-skinned primates dissolve at the glancing touch of a sunbeam. Colors pale, and sounds are muted. The ocean, suddenly diminished in the light of day, pulls a rapid retreat toward its former boundaries, The walls straighten their stance, and the streets sink back into their earthen tombs. Everywhere things collapse back into the earth that formed them, or lose their brazen glamour and fade into normalcy.

It's dawn in Nirashgi, and the world is unraveling once more.
Take Me Away Contest Judge's Comments

This is a vision of transformation — the nightly transformation of dream, maybe? Starting at midnight, crazy things happen, told in fast, accurate, vivid images, with strong verbs and startling nouns, used with a sure hand and a light touch. The climax, with its red-winged raccoons and cocky, sure-footed trumpets and cobblestones that toss people into the air and catch them again, fades quickly and melts away into daylight. A strong, imaginative use of the very short story, making the limitations of the format into strength.

Winner

Megan Mikhail, 14, is a ninth grader at the Durham Academy in Chapel Hill, N.C. When she was asked what "Metamorphosis" means to her, Megan said, "The thing that strikes me most is that no one in the daytime world of Nirashgi will ever realize that it exists. There's something very eerie about that. It makes me wonder how much of my world I will never truly 'see' for what it is."

By Megan Mikhail