Sweet Seals For You, Always
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Childhood
Do you remember me? I sat upon your knee. I wrote to you with childhood fantasies. Well I'm all grown up now. Please dispose of those fantasies as I could go to prison and I didn't realize the severity of the requests when I was a troubled child.
Mavis
“GOD DAMNIT MAVIS WHY CAN’T YOU JUST TELL ME THE TRUTH” I screamed, because she never listens anymore. She calmly replied, as if she was mocking me “You sound frustrated. Do you want me to make dinner reservations for you and Karen?” A knock was at the door, probably because we were arguing for an hour, and I could see the cops lights through the door. As the police kicked the door in, Mavis said “I called 911 for you because I was concerned about your health, tone of voice, body temperature, stomach pains, and you urinated yourself.” The cops put me in handcuffs and I muttered “I should have never bought an Amazon Echo.”
Load
Well, fuck. I’m sitting here, on the train and headed to work with a hot load in my pants because I decided to eat half a bag of sugar free gummy bears for breakfast. Can anyone smell me?? How could they not, especially when I can’t get to the bathroom because there’s a hobo in there giving a handie to a cat, at least that’s what it sounds like. TGIF except it’s not Friday…FUCK
Eyes
“Don’t worry about it,” she said, with a smile on her face. She grabbed my ears and pulled my face onto hers for a kiss that felt too short. “Do you remember the first time we came here, to lay in this field?” I asked, with a sense of desperation in my voice. She looked at me with her naturally glazed eyes that I’ve loved for ten years and she smiled. She grabbed me by the ears and pulled me in for a kiss that, again, felt too short and said “Don’t worry about it.”
Boxes
I was on the train, riding in a big steel box that takes me to work, where I sit in a smaller box for 9 hours, then come back to sit in a big steel box that takes me home to a medium sized box. Every day was the same. Nothing ever seemed to change, and I was just fine with it. Then, on Thursday, August 13th 2015, something happened. Planet earth would no longer work, live, or transport in any type of box, ever again.
Choice
I was given a choice. I could either stay alive in this world and die a slow painful death, or I could be put in an induced coma and live in my dreams for...ever. I knew which one was morally correct, since I had a loving wife and a precious 2 year old. I couldn't help but look into her eyes when I told her what my final decision would be. She needed to know that this would be one of the last times I would ever speak to her.
Cat
"It's 3 a.m...why is my slave still sleeping?! I'M HUNGRY YOU FUCKIN FART! I pooped in the sink because you're trying to train me to relieve myself in the toilet like a disgusting slave human and I am ABOVE THAT! FEEEEED MEEEE jk lol I'm not even that hungry. I fuckin' love being a cat zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz."
Father
My father, Pastor John, has a following of millions of people. Most of them would give their own life for him. He has done unspeakable things which only I know about and the day I finally confronted him about it, he reacted as I thought he would. “I am not a monster I am a man of God!” he shouted. To which I replied “Those aren't mutually exclusive.”
Ship
It seems as though as the days get longer, my memory gets shorter. A day feels like a month, but at the end of it, I can't remember what filled the day up. Every night, as I lay down, I picture my mind as a ship. A ship that sails into the sea, through the fog and into the darkness. A ship that sails without direction.
Dave
“Where did this cut on my hand come from” thought Dave, a 300 pound Orangutan. “I haven’t touched anything in the past hour, have I Bill?” Bill, a 30 pound Toucan sat there with a puzzled look as he stared at Dave. Not because he didn’t know where the cut came from, but because his friend Dave was speaking English. Bill is a fucking Toucan.Â
Out of all of my short stories, this is my favorite. Is it yours?
Clove
My rocking chair used to make a squeaking noise every time I went too far back. My legs were getting weaker and I hadn’t heard that noise in a very long time, until today. I felt like a new man and could run, jump, shout, and see. The only problem was that no one recognized me. I looked in the mirror and it wasn’t me I was staring at. Just then, I heard a voice say “Mr. Clove, I’m sure you have a lot of questions, but first, we need to dispose of your old body immediately.”
Run
I turned on CNN and there she was. I knew I would see her on tv someday, but not like this. She had killed 4 cops and was on the run. They were unsure of where she was headed, but I knew. I knew that if she was on the run, I needed to leave right away, or else they would be after me too.Â
Window
I can see her through the window, sitting there watching tv like she doesn't have a clue what she did to me. Truth is, she knows exactly what she did, but I bet doesn't feel even a bit of remorse. She doesn't know me. She doesn't even know my name. I'm nervous and excited to finally destroy her and everything about her.Â
Taco(s)
When I was a kid, we didn't have a lot of money, so we ate tacos a lot. They were cheap and easy and fun for us to make. This one week in particular, my mom told us that if we ate tacos for one week straight, she would take us out to dinner that Friday night. That Thursday, I swung the cat around by the tail like they do the "hammer throw" in the olympics and it ticked off my mom so badly, she made us eat tacos for the next four nights. My sisters were pissed and I don't eat tacos anymore.
Rain
It was raining that day, but who am I kidding, that didn't matter. I had just finished my first cup of coffee when I turned on the morning news. It was 8:23 a.m. and I had just missed the weather, or maybe they had skipped right over it, I'll never know. A breaking news story was being shown about a school shooting at a Ryan's college campus, so naturally I panicked, and then I got a text from him. "You made me like this, Dad."
Man
I woke up and was flat on my back, staring up at what looked like palm trees. I looked to my left, and there was a snowman. To my right, a blue footed booby. I knew it was a booby because I had done a research project about them in 4th grade. Drugs man.
Mirror
We all have confessions. Some are bigger than others, while some are miniscule. Confessions, dark secrets, lies, untold truths. They fill this atmosphere with an unknown presence that everyone can feel, yet think they have more of than everyone else, which is untrue. I stare at myself in the mirror and have silent conversations with myself.Â