Friday, February 27, 2015

Microstory 3: The Wall

Malcolm peeked over the wall to get a look at what he wanted. Then he quickly ducked down. Did she see him? No. But she likely knew he was there, and was probably about to flip out about it. There wasn't much time. He had to do this now, or he'd be caught. As he slid along the brick, his back ran up against one that was jutting out. He squeezed his mouth with his hand to prevent a howl. That would bring them over too soon. Malcolm crouched and crawled behind a bush. They were nearly there. He had to time it perfectly. If they were too far away, they would have time to put up a defense. Too close, and they take him out before he's over. He rocketed himself into the air and pulled his stomach across the ledge. She went after him, screaming at the top of her lungs. He looked back and could see them right in that sweet spot, weapons raised. He lowered his legs down to her and braced for the pain. She clamped down hard. Blood trickled down and tickled his toes. The men, not quite realizing what was happening, ran over and grabbed him angrily by the shoulders to pull him back to the other side. But he wasn't alone. Her jaws were still wrapped around his ankle. Recognizing the smell of her captors, the monster released Malcolm's leg and had herself a nice meal. By the time she was done, she was full. So, she ignored Malcolm and ran off to find her monster babies.

Thursday, February 26, 2015

Microstory 2: Umm......What?

And so it was not that the man and his pet daffodil made the tedious and brief journey across the barren ocean sky. Burning snow rose from the ground and disappeared into the forest of plastic rubber bands. A miniature giant roared quietly and asked for spare change. The man took the change from the giant and apologized for its gratitude. The daffodil lifted her arms and bowed. The man smiled darkly before throwing the daffodil into a nearby meteor shower and forgetting about it nostalgically. The overshadow of an inferior man blinded the man as he slipped into something less comfortable. The end was far behind. The man whose name was Bob opened the window and jumped in to say goodbye to Bob whose name was The Man. And I lifted my eyes to see the valley below. And there I could hear the silent faces of the man; the man, Bob; Bob the Man; the miniature giant; the inferior man; the daffodil; and the temporary mouse. And then she unlocked the doors of the bowling alley on the sixth day of school. And someone said, "um...what?" I think it was you.

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Microstory 1: Then You

The other day, you struggled out of the twisted metal that was once your car. Then you soared through the air, and watched as cans of beer slammed into the windshield. Then you fell asleep at the wheel. Then you ran two red lights and nearly hit a pedestrian. Then you grazed a mailbox, twisting the post so that it was going in the wrong direction. Then you crawled into your car, from the passenger side. Then you spilled your coffee in the doorway. Then you put your pants on backwards and your shirt on inside out. Then you tried desperately to rub the cracks out of your phone screen. Then you threw your phone across the room to stop the alarm. Then you woke up at dawn. Then you went to bed a couple hours before dawn. Then you got home. Then you rubbed your eyes and stepped out of the car. Then you remembered what you needed and made a stop at the liquor store. Then you left work after a grueling double shift. Then your coworker suggested that you buy the boss a case of beer to butter him up so he'll give you that promotion. Then you took on some extra work. Then you didn't go through with the plan. Then you planned on quitting your job. Then you got to work. Then you got a couple hours of sleep after another grueling double shift.