It was a very lousy day. I made a whole bunch of new friends, and when I went into school the next morning, I gave some of my friends to my classmates. When our teacher found out, she made us stay in the room, even though Tommy had to go to the bathroom real bad. Some adults in white coats came in and we all had to go to the gymnasium. We stood in line for a long time, but they weren’t telling us why. Finally, when I got closer, I learned that the white coats just wanted to kill all my friends. I couldn’t let that happen, and so I bolted from the building, running into several of the other children. People started chasing after me, but I was the fastest in my grade. There was no way I was going to get caught. I weaved through the cars in the parking lot and sprinted across the soccer field. I found myself in a real pickle when I reached the corner. The light was red, but the white coats were catching up to me, and so I did something drastic. I ran across the street that was already blinking red and counting down. You’re not supposed to cross unless the light was white when you started. I thought I was home free, and that they were going to have to wait for the light to turn back, but they didn’t. A police officer held his hand out and stopped the cars from going so that she and white coats could safely get across. Rats! I had to think fast. Mommy told me never to go into the woods, but I had no choice. I slipped through the trees and continued to run. Amazingly enough, the white coats continued to chase after me. What was with these people and their obsession with murdering the only friends I’ve had since we moved? The forest is thick, but not deep. I could hear music, cheering, and other loud noises coming from up ahead. It was a parade. I raced through the crowd, my long and beautiful hair brushing up against the strangers, giving them new friends just like mine. I managed to escape, and I’ve been running ever since. So yeah, I’m sorry. I am the one responsible for the infestation that ended civilization fifteen years ago. Sue me.
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My name is Nick Fisherman III. It's not my real name, but that's not because I'm trying to hide from my former agency, or something. I named myself after someone I've known for most of my life, and he chose it in honor of his late best friend. I took up writing when I found myself failing 8th grade science, and realized I might never reach my dream of becoming a biochemist, a meteorologist, and a quantum physicist. I started developing my canon after a scouting trip to an island inspired what I thought would be my first novel. I founded this website upon the advice of many people, who told me I needed to get my work out there, and not wait for an agent to accept my manuscript. You can expect one new story every day. Weekdays are for microstories, which are one or two paragraphs long. They're usually only thematically linked, so you won't have to read one to understand another, but they do sometimes tell a combined story. Sundays are for my continuous longer story, The Advancement of Mateo Matic, which I started in the beginning, and won't end until 2066. Saturdays are for long series, most of which take place in the same universe as Mateo, and add to the larger mythology.
Tuesday, December 15, 2015
Microstory 212: Run for Your Lice!
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