Wednesday, June 8, 2011

not quite music to the ears


A short story written by 2 friends at an iHop in Omaha, Nebraska. November 2004. Written back and forth. Lowercase and Uppercase shall differentiate one voice from the other. Part One (1).

from the dark woods appeared a person no one knew existed...how is that possible you wonder, well...HE HAD BEEN ALONE ALL HIS LIFE. HE HAD A FAMILY, ONCE, BUT HE ATE THEM SO THERE WOULD BE NO REMAINS OF THEM. HIS WIFE HAD LONG RED LOCKS, YES, THE CARPET MATCHED THE CURTAINS. YOU KNOW, A NATURAL. now unfortunately "he" had small hands and small feet, but the size of his nose compensated. he lives in the cold mountain woods. one day a dark storm moved through the valley. HE SAW A BEAR, A PANDA BEAR WAVING AT HIM, PUTTING HIS BACK INTO IT (IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN...) OK, ON A SERIOUS NOTE, HE LIVED ALONE IN THE WOODS CONTEMPLATING HIS ACTIONS FROM HIS PAST. DID HE DO THE RIGHT THING? DID HE SAY WHAT HE HAD TO SAY? REALLY, WORDS ARE NOT THE ONLY MANNER TO GET YOUR POINT ACROSS. IT'S OUT THERE, IN THE UNIVERSE, IN SMALL WAYS. HE FELT THE NEED TO BE TOTALLY ALONE, IN HIS SHELL. but it was christmas time, therefore a giant nutcracker from the ballet cracked his shell open! agh! he yelped but then remembered comforting words, like "geh" and "qef", and then he felt good. all of a sudden a waitress came and said "ya'll make a cute couple", thats when he said "meet my siamese twin, bitch!" then he woke up and it was all a dream. the phone rang. [to be cont.]
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