What is 5MinuteFiction, you say? It’s an adrenaline-fueled, instant-gratification sort of writing contest. Sound fun? Great! Get in there and get dirty!
The Rules
* You get five minutes to write a piece of prose or poetry in any style or genre
* You must directly reference today’s prompt: ouch
(Note: The prompt is the word. The picture is for decoration/inspiration.)
* Post your entry as a comment to this post.
I’ll close the contest at 1:45. That gives you 5 minutes to write and ten to accommodate the vagaries of relative time, technology, and the fickle internets. If you are confused or just want to whine, feel free to email me.
At the close of the contest, this week’s guest judge, Kait Nolan, @KaitNolan will nominate five finalists.
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Ouch
so on the couch
I slouch
am a grouch
ouch
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Have you ever wondered, she asked, in a small voice, why the bad things are easier to believe?
Yeah, he said, turning his head slightly to look at her profile. But then I think, ‘The good stuff is more fun to contemplate.’
She pushed herself up on her left elbow and looked at his face lit by the pale moonlight. I like that about you, always have. It’s like, no matter how bad things get, you always manage to see things better. It makes me want to open up your head and take a look inside.
Ouch, he said, laughing. Please don’t!
Don’t be silly, she giggled. Of course I wouldn’t. But maybe if I ask you enough questions, I’ll start to get it? Maybe?
He looked into her eyes, Sure, he said. Definitely. Ask me anything any time.
She dropped back onto the blanket and stared at the stars. Why? she asked.
Why what?
Why anything? Why everything? Just … why?
Hmm, he murmured. Maybe it’d be easier if you did crack my head open!
The transfer went without a hitch.
Dr. Salzman watched as the guards retreated down the hallway. It was just he and a man dressed as a priest now.
The room was small, maybe nine by nine. There was a tiny rickety table in the middle. Two worn and scratched wooden chairs were positioned opposite of each other. In one sat the man of God.
The other chair, of course, was for him. The good doctor chose to stand.
“This is completely unnecessary,” he said. “I do not believe in your God, nor do I believe in the afterlife. Once they stick the needle in me, it will take ninety seconds and then my body will be ready for the maggots that will infest my coffin.”
The priest, an older gentleman with a shock of white hair and the girth that told a story of excessive food and drink, said nothing. The old man just looked at the doctor, waiting for him to continue.
And even the atheists continued talking.
“You are here to offer me final salvation. If I confess my sins to God, all will be right with my soul. Well I’m sorry to disappoint you Father. Since I have no soul, there is nothing that requires saving.”
The old man cleared his throat—a very wet and disgusting sound, not unlike the morning noises a heavy smoker makes.
“Ouch,” said the priest with a small smirk.
“I’ve admitted my guilt,” continued the doctor. “Thirty-two women in all. I’ve named my victims and led the police to their graves. It’s been a relief, actually. I’m ready to pay for what I’ve done.”
At this, the old priest’s smile widened.
“Payment is required, Martin Salzman—may I call you Marty? But you will not die today.”
“Oh?” said the doctor matter-of-factly. “Why? Has the Governor called?”
“No,” the priest said, shaking his head. “Nothing like that. I have need of your very unique talents. Take my hand, and together we will leave this prison.”
“Just like that? We’ll just waltz out of here.”
“Just like that.”
“Who are you and why would you free a psychotic like me?”
“Well, Dr. Saltzman. The ‘why’ I’ve already answered. I need a man of your talents. And I like your view of the afterlife. As to who I am…well, you can call me Mr. Scratch…”
@rbwood
“Ouch” Jason flinched as I applied alcohol to the scratches on his neck.
“Of course it hurts, you dumb ass. If you didn’t insist on getting in to a fight, I wouldn’t have to clean you up.”
“But the guy started it.”
“And you could have ignored it and walked away.” I grabbed his right hand and started cleaning the split knuckles. They weren’t very deep, his biggest injury was the cut above his eye. The other guy decided to attack Jason with a broken glass bottle.
“I couldn’t ignore it. He insulted you.”
I rolled my eyes at that. “Okay, so he implied that I’m a slut. Still not worth a fight.”
Jason shook his head. “Yes it was. You are not a slut and I won’t allow some dickhead to ruin your reputation by saying so.”
“Men are so stupid. You do realize that he just did it so he could fight you?” I started packing up my first aid kit. Once done, I sat there and just watched him.
“Why would he do that?” Jason asked, confused.
“Because men are full of testosterone and like to beat the crap out of eachother for no reason!” Exasperated I grabbed my kit and left the room. I would never understand the male mind.
“So what happened next, Officer Downs?”
“At that point it was observed that the defendant was not wearing any pants.”
“No pants?”
“No sir. The defendant claimed that he had removed them after the horse had stolen his wallet.”
“And that’s the same horse that the victim was riding?”
“No. No, that was a different horse. I didn’t actually see the wallet stealing horse, but the defendant claimed that was the reason he was brandishing the machete.”
“Now, was all of this before or after the clown arrived on scene?”
“Well after. The clown had already left having lost his balloons, and made the second call to the police station informing us of the incident.”
“After the first call from the angry midget?”
“No, his was the third call. The first was from the man in the gorilla costume.”
“Did you know at the time he was in a gorilla costume?”
Objection. Relevance?
“I’ll withdraw the question. So by the time you arrived on the scene the defendant was wearing no pants, and was brandishing a machete at the victims horse?”
“Correct.”
“What happened next?”
“When I arrived on the scene I pulled my gun and had it in a ready position. I told the defendant to put down the machete, let go of the balloons, and step away from the horse. I don’t think he expected a cop, because he turned around quite suddenly, which is why he tripped over the fountain, falling forward. He stumbled forward, gripping one leg in pain, which caused him to accidentally knick the horse with his machete. This caused the horse to kick him in the face and send him flying back towards the main body of the fountain. He struck the statue of the urinating boy head first before collapsing to the ground. At this point, the pigeons were finally able to get free from his shirt.”
“Did the defendant make any statement at the scene?”
“Let me check my notes. Yes. He made one statement.”
“Could you read it for the court?”
“‘Ouch.'”
“No further questions.”
@DL_Thurston
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“Ouch!”
Daren stopped what he was doing and looked up at Myka with wide black eyes.
“Ouch? In the middle of the sexiest act possible, being finally bitten by the vampire you’ve lusted after for three years and have chased around town with your neck bared even in -30 degree temperatures, you saw ouch?”
Myka pouted with a little moue that Daren was beginning to find really bloody annoying. “I thought it would be all romantical and sexy and feel like ten thousand orgasms all rolled into one. It just hurts you beast!”
Daren let his fangs retract, and sat up, having thoroughly lost the necessary level of arousal.
“Look, Myka. It’s just not going to work out. I think I may swing the other way, and I’m just not going to change.”
Myka’s face lit up at the suggestion. “Oh Daren, you like guys! Oh, I could bring over Lucien and we could all have a really good time together. I like to watch!”
Daren felt his fangs growing again, but not other things. He was just mad now. “Thanks for the tip, darling. But I’m not gay. I just think I might go for girls who have a brain. But you’ll certainly do for other kinds of fun.”
“Huh?” He loomed over her, pinning her to the bed, his wicked teeth at her neck.
“I’m hungry, dingbat.”
“Ouch!”
Jennings looked down the field. This was going to be a tough race. Hundreds of cars were there, bundled up into teams of anywhere from four to ten, representing every country left in the world, and all fighting for that greatest prize of all: which country would get control of the world. Jennings sighed. He never understood how battle had racing replaced warfare as the approved method of conflict resolution, but he figured it was better than letting boys shoot each other to death in a desert.
The yellow light blinked at him and brought him to the present. The race was about to start, and he needed to focus. When the light stopped blinking and turned green, he gunned it. The first part of the race was fairly straight forwards. Get out of the city. No weapons were allowed, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t drive dirty. He was hit on the side by a Japanese car, pushed against the edge of a building. The scraping noise was almost unbearable. He slammed on his breaks and swung his wheels around. His car stopped, but he Japanese car continued on, slamming hard against the wall, resulting in it flipping over and exploding before the two inside could get out.
“Ouch,” Jennings said. “That had to heart.”
He drove on, quickly getting back up to speed and out of the city. Here was where things got difficult. The goal was to get from New York to San Diego first to win. However, from here on out, weapons were allowed, and anything went as far as stopping your opponent.
Jennings only smiled as he gunned the car onto the highway, away from most of the pack. He was the best battle racer out there, having won the last three races. No one could beat him.
No one.
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“Ouch!”
“Don’t worry. You won’t feel a thing,” the doctor said.
“I already said ‘ouch.’ You can’t tell me I won’t feel a thing after I’ve already felt something.”
“I meant from here on out,” the doctor said distractedly.
“Oh. I guess that makes sens– Ouch!! I thought you said I wouldn’t feel anything from here on out!”
“Up until just then,” the doctor said matter-of-factly.
“What?”
“I just stuck a needle in you. Of course you’d feel something then.”
“Well then why didn’t you tell me?”
“Tell you what?”
“That I’d feel someth– OUCH!!”
“Sorry. That was my fault that time.”
“It’s all been your fault as far as I can tell!”
“Look,” the doctor stood up and looked me in the eye, “You can’t get better without a little pain. It’s just the way it is. I know these things. I’m a doctor.”
I stared deep into those confident reassuring eyes of his. “I don’t know why, but that makes me feel– YEEEOWCH!”
“My bad.”
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It was going to hurt. She waited through the first moment of unfeeling shock then the pain slammed into her. She knew it was coming, had known from the moment she heard the crack of the rifle and saw the starburst of red that suddenly appeared on her stomach. “Ouch” she whimpered to the surrounding trees, collapsed onto her knees then fell to her side. She wanted to curl around herself but any twitch only made the pain worse. The fire of it had spread through her body.
She could hear herself moaning, crying but didn’t know what she was babbling. All she could think of was the pain. Soon though she couldn’t feel her fingers or toes and she sighed in relief. She followed the spread of the numbness, her arms, then her legs, maybe it could quench the fire in her gut, extinguish the pain. Then she could find Justin. He was going hunting. Wouldn’t he be surprised to see she had followed him?
I balled my fists and pounded them against his chest. Whaling and screaming, I started to kick at him. He didn’t stop me; the look in his eyes told me that he knew he deserved it.
When I thought I was out of breath and finally getting tired, I remembered again the reason for my attack and continued to beat on him with all of the fury in my heart. The pain would never stop.
While this beating would be remembered as a simple ouch to him, the horror of his actions would hurt me forever.
Hot tears burned my cheeks as I finally collapsed onto the floor; I wanted it to open up and swallow me. He knelt next to me and tried to brush the hair from my eyes. “You don’t get to touch me…ever!” I screamed, but the words didn’t come. I had used them all.
He didn’t deserve to cry with me, to grieve with me. He had done this, he had slept with my best friend, and all I could do was hope that this hatred in my heart didn’t kill me.
In all of my sorrow, I smirked on the inside, at least I made sure no one would ever find that bitches body.
The yoga instructor maneuvered his body into this thing he called Dancer’s Pose — the sinewy lines of his long leg extended behind him and over his head, stretching and pulling.
“Now you,” he invited the rest of the class.
I stared at Kitty. “Ouch. He really expects my leg to do that?”
She shrugged, her brows drawing down into an exaggerated v shape. “I don’t know, man.” She cocked her head to the side and chewed her lip. “I may never be able to sit again if I try.”
The others around us balanced on a single leg, unsteady and wobbling. One brave soul grasped her ankle and shifted forward only to fall flat on her face, blood pooling on the floor below her mouth. The instructor fluttered around her with a towel, gesturing in the mirror and staring at me. “Continue!” he instructed.
Kitty heaved a long sigh. “Oh, shit.”
The yoga guy still eyeballed me, so I bent my knee and contorted until the bony protuberance of my ankle slid into my hand. The foot I’d “planted” on the spongy mat wiggled, trying to keep my equilibrium. I slowly pulled my leg back, the burn shivering up my thigh. Extend. Extend. Raise the other arm and stare at a point near the mirror. Stare. Extend. Stare. Ext–
“ARGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!” I screamed, releasing my ankle and flailing while I listed to the right. My knee buckled, the pain replacing the burn, my body falling like a giant tree while I grabbed for something . . . anything. Kitty swore, her voice too close to my face, and I landed on something both hard and soft.
“Ouch.”
“Ouch!? You bitch. Get off me — I think you broke my ribs!” Kitty shouted, shoving with her arms and legs.
The yoga instructor’s hands hovered offer me as I untangled myself. “Breathe through the pain,” he instructed.
I punched him square in the gut and curled over him, gasping on the floor. “You breathe through the pain, dipshit.”
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When the piano dropped, the crowd inhaled as one, all thoughts of laughter scared away by concern. They looked at one another for permission or understanding. Did that just happen?
A muffled voice crawled out from under the wreckage, hazy and wavering: “Ouch….”
Stage lights spiraled around catching dust motes and ivory keys alike.
The crowd cheered as the announcer boomed, “Welcome, one and all, to the fortress of folly, the jack of no trades and slave of all, miiiiiiiiiiister—”
The speakers went out with a high-pitch squeal. The crowd groaned, then chuckled as the squeal ended and explosions went off behind the scenes.
Another piano dropped on the first, and then a third. The crowd stood, clapping and shouting.
A body dropped onto of the wreckage, its support harness obviously cut. The crowd cheered louder than ever until the theater manager came out, sobbing and telling them to disperse.
“How much?!”
“One point five million dollars,” the repairman said.
John rolled his eyes and mouthed the word ouch in response but reached for his wallet all the same.
“Man that hurts the ol’ back side,” he said has he searched through credit cards.
“I’m just a technician Mr. Peters, I don’t make the rules or the pr-“
“I know, I know,” John interrupted, “I’m just saying it costs a lot, that’s all. But hey,” he smiled and held his hands apart in a questioning gesture, “when it comes to our kids we just don’t have limits, right? Am I right?”
“Yeah Mr. Petersen,” the tech said, “I guess you’re right.” He smiled and relaxed a bit as he accepted the card John then presented to him.
As the technician authenticated the payment, John glanced over at his daughter as she played with Ollie who was her best friend. Ollie was an automaton in the shape of a baby bear. His personality profile had crashed earlier in the morning and rather than a simple back up, John had insisted on a full reinstatement. This required and actual visit by a technician which of course meant it would be more expensive.
@redshirt6
Jake stood on stage, glanced out into the audience, and caught the eye of a pretty girl near the back. He winked, turned around to his drummer, and counted.
“1, 2. 1, 2, 3, 4,” he yelled.
The drummer banged the drums, and the rest of the band joined in with the song. Jake did what every singer does; he bobbed his head, kicked his feet, and paced the stage.
“This is for the pretty lady in the back,” he said into the microphone.
“I love you,
You always will be mine,
I’ve had you forever,
Now till the end of time”
His gyrations went crazy with the beat, and then he bent back like he was going to do the limbo. The crowd went crazy; the yells, hollers, and hoots filled the room. As Jake continued his act, he lost his balance because he bent back to far. He slid off the stage, hit his head on the ground and was knocked out cold.
When he awoke, the back of his head throbbed. He touched it with his hand and blood wiped off on them. Then he looked around, and there she was.
“Pretty lady in the back, huh? I told you Jake, no more. Do it one more time, and I’m leaving you. Well you got your wish.”
Jake’s wife brought her hand up high, slapped him on the face, and walked stormed from the room.
He watched her leave, speechless.
“Man, buddy,” someone from the crowd said, “that must’ve hurt.”
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When the piano dropped, the crowd inhaled as one, all thoughts of laughter scared away by concern. They looked at one another for permission or understanding. Did that just happen?
A muffled voice crawled out from under the wreckage, hazy and wavering: “Ouch….”
Stage lights spiraled around catching dust motes and ivory keys alike.
The crowd cheered as the announcer boomed, “Welcome, one and all, to the fortress of folly, the jack of no trades and slave of all, miiiiiiiiiiister—”
The speakers went out with a high-pitch squeal. The crowd groaned, then chuckled as the squeal ended and explosions went off behind the scenes.
Another piano dropped on the first, and then a third. The crowd stood, clapping and shouting.
A body dropped onto of the wreckage, its support harness obviously cut. The crowd cheered louder than ever until the theater manager came out, sobbing and telling them to disperse.
@kaolinfire
Just Breathe
“Did you do as I asked?”
Sierra’s words poured heat down my spine. I hadn’t heard her come in, though I’d been stretching for the slightest clue that my wait was over. I nodded. Her hands dropped onto my shoulders, heavier, as always, than I anticipated. “Show me.”
My muscles seized, torn between melting and shivering under her touch. Some day I would find the nerve to turn and look my boss in the eyes. One day I’d gather up my courage and ask her on a date.
My fingers clutched the mouse and pulled up the presentation. Sierra reached past me, flicking through the slides with practiced speed. Her body radiated heat into my back. Her lips pursed, tensed, and flexed in my peripheral vision. I could turn and kiss her. I could slide my lips along her jaw and nuzzle the soft spot behind her ear. I could pull her onto my desk and show her just how crazy she drove me.
With a nod she stood up, the last slide blurring in my vision. “That’ll work.” This time I heard the door open. I turned, catching Sierra’s sensual smile of greeting before she schooled her expression to its customary composure.
“Drop that onto a thumb drive and leave it on my desk for me,” she said, pulling her jacket on. My gaze met and slid away from her lover’s, nerves fluttering in my stomach. Sierra might be clueless to my infatuation. Not Nicki. “I’ll pick it up later.”
Before I could answer they disappeared into the elevator. The doors slid shut slowly, as if they conspired with the tall brunette to tease me with the unavailable. Sierra melted against the taller woman, offering her mouth for a kiss.
“Ouch,” I whispered to the empty office.
~finis~
@AislingWeaver
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Dara knew it was going to hurt. So did Alex. But really, they were both far too gone to care.
It wasn’t just Dara’s back to back tours of duty. She’d gotten through both with a single, and very cute, if you’re of the mindset, shrapnel scar on her left thigh. It wasn’t the irony of Alex’s car accident three weeks before Dara’s return. His foot was just fine in it’s polyurethane cast. It wasn’t even the ironic pain of their crushing embrace as he met her, crutches and all at the airport upon her return.
No, as Dara lay back, bare sparkling clean from a long, long hot shower in her _own_ bathroom, and Alex grinned down at her wolfishly, ferally, hungrily. She knew it was going to hurt in all the ways she wanted it to. All they ways they both needed it too.
Later, much later, the cleanliness of her body and the white sheets of the bed long shattered, she whispered into Alex’s ear, ‘Ouch,’ and bit him. And they began again.
@_Monocle_
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It had been a nice excistence between Carter and Leah for the last several weeks. Since Gran had been doing loads better, Carter and his mother headed back home. However, Carter continued to make visits to do manual labor around the house. As much as Greta liked to think he was doing it to help her, she knew deep down it was his granddaughter’s approval he saught. Even if he wouldn’t admit it.
Leah seemed ready to pop. With the pregnancy nearly over, Greta wondered just when they were going to stop tip toeing around the elephant in the room. They tried to ignore him as best they could. But, everyone knew those tusk sticking from under the blanket of truce they draped over it weren’t coat racks.
Greta was sitting on her back porch knitting when she heard it. It was in the kitchen, but thankfully, from where she was sitting, no one could see her.
“Leah, I’m sorry. Alright? I’m sorry!”
“Don’t apologize to me,” she heard her granddaughter practically snarl. “It’s done and over with. Let it go.”
“I was just trying to help you.”
“Who said I need your help?”
A silence stretched so long and wide, Greta nearly lost her mind. Tempted to go inside and see what was going on, she clucthced harder to the yarn she’d already knitted.
“I don’t understand you, Leah,” Carter’s voice was unseasonally cool. “Really don’t. Trying to, though. You’re all alone and can use some help. There’s no reason why you should be going to the doctor alone. Why can’t I be there?”
“It didn’t matter to you before, so why should it matter now?”
“What doesn’t matter?”
“Me! Not to you! You don’t want me. We all know it. So, why are you pretending?”
Carter sighed heavily. “I still love you, Leah. Never stopped.”
His was the voice of a man on his last breath, ready to give up, begging to die. “You leaving me was the hugest pain. I know why. Even understand it. But, that doesn’t mean I liked it. I know you don’t want to be with me, and that’s fine. But, I’m really trying here.”
“No, you’re not trying where it counts, Carter,” Leah snapped back. “You can’t want me. I’m a packaged deal now, and you don’t want the bonus! So, no! I don’t want you helping me, going with me to doctor visits, coming around here trying to help my grandmother. None of it! I want you gone. Out of my life for good!”
The silent pain radiating from Carter reached Greta all the way outside. She slammed her eyes shut, silently begging her grandchild to stop while she were ahead.
“Why are you still standing here? Get out!”
“Why can’t I be here for you?”
“Because I don’t need you! I don’t want you, either!”
Ouch. Now, that’s going to leave a mark.
After that, Greta heard footsteps quicking moving away. The front door slammed.
And then, her granddaughter began to wail as though all the pain in the universe lived in her lap.
“Did you hear that?” She sat up suddenly, snatching her hand out of his sweaty grasp.
He sighed, a flicker of annoyance passing over his features, “No, I didn’t hear anything. Now, come here…” he reached for her hand again, intent on pulling her back into the love nest they’d created.
She swatted him away, giving him The Look, “I heard something. There is someone out there!”
He rolled his eyes and shook his head, “You are ridiculous, Lynn. We’re miles away from anything. Who would be out here?”
She hopped to her feet, glancing around, “I have no idea…but I heard someone.” Her face clouded with concern as she snapped her head around, “There it is again! A kid…Tom…”
Shaking his head he pulled himself to his feet, sighing, “Ok, ok. I’ll check it out. Just stay here, ok? It’s probably just some animal caught…”
She gave him a grateful smile and handed him the flashlight, watching as he took off into the woods. He didn’t have to go far before he’d heard what his wifes keen ears had already picked up.
The voice was weak, but he stumbled through the underbrush towards it. She was right – it sounded like a child. Crying out over and over again.
“Help! Help…ouch…help, help!”
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Perhaps my reaction was a little less than it should have been, after all it was a full onslaught of supposed state-of-the-art nuclear warheads that hit my exposed belly. “Ouch,” was what I said. I said it calmly and without much feeling. I did sting, admittedly but what did they expect? I’m an asteroid roughly twice the size of their moon. I can’t help the fact that I got pulled into a trajectory that put me in line with their planet. If I could help it I would.
The unfortunate thing about no longer being an inanimate object is that I have feelings. I don’t know when this occurred exactly. I think it was after I blasted through Gabingga Tsuyala. I only guess that because that is the first impact which I remember the name of. Something happened after that. I could feel the psychic energy off of some planets, I could read the future and see the destruction I would cause. It brought me great pain. I have been struggling with my emotions since I witnessed the gas creatures of Jinga-Jinga float and implode as their atmosphere exploded with my impact. I bounced off, changing trajectory again. I felt no pain, that time.
The next time I knew that I was on a path to destroy living feeling entities. I hoped that I would miss the tiny planet, or if I didn’t that it would somehow stop me from travelling further, but it did not. My feelings intensified, as if the thoughts and feelings of those that I destroyed clung to me, hoping to live on.
My new found self awareness did not translate into being able to move. I focused all of my energy on altering my coarse, but to no avail. I wished to die now, I have no reason to live. The beings on this blue planet are the first that have attempted to protect themselves, they have known I was coming before I was even aware of them. I knew what would happen, I would glance a soft blow, pushing their planet but a slip further from their sun, but enough that they would suffer in cold and starvation for centuries.
As another flurry of explosions crackled upon my chest I prayed that at least one would end my suffering so I would not feel theirs
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Dang it! Oh, well, that’s what I get for not paying attention.
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The man with the baseball cap started out smiling, but it turned into a grimace as Monica began her routine.
The woman busting out of her halter top stood there at the front of the crowd, jaw slack and the remains of something green stuck in her teeth.
The tiny girl with green and yellow bows in her hair turned to her mother. “How does the lady do that?”
Several teenage boys began the performance gawking at Monica’s skimpy costume, but as she cortorted herself into one painful-looking position after another, they gasps and cheered.
It was that way with every performance. Although it looked terribly uncomfortable, there really was no pain involved.
Monica went home early, and counted the money she’d taken in that day. Not bad for a Thursday afternoon. The house was a mess, but it was time to rally the troops and get it into order.
“Everybody… OUCH!” she yelled, betraying a very real pain.
Stuck to the bottom of her foot was the one sadistic tool she refused to incorporate into her act.
One solitary, blue Lego block.
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OUCH!
Dad’s knee had been messed up all season, but when Billy Johnson smacked that ball deep into the outfield gap, dad was juiced with adrenaline. The crowd went crazy as Billy rounded first; he was tying run.
Dad, coaching at third, waved in Tommy Harper and then he looked at the outfielders just now getting to the ball. Dad knew Billy could score.
As Billy rounded second and headed for third, dad was waving his arms determined to get the tying run home. The outfielder thre the ball in, Billy hit the bag and headed home. Dad ran right behind him.
Everyone on our team jumped up and down hoping Billy would make it. The relay throw to the catcher came in just as Billy slid.
“Yer out!” The ump yelled.
“No” Dad yelled. He ran up to argue and lost his footing and he went down to the ground.
“My knee!” An ambulance had to take dad to the hospital.
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I am alone and in a world so dark it’s creepy. Where am I? The shadowy world lets in no light only dark. I feel earth under me. A cool rich feeling of peace comes over me. I touch my mouth and then my teeth
“Ouch”
Oh yes I had forgotten again in my sleep I’m a vampire. Breakfast time is upon me time to get some food.”
I crawl out of my hole beneath the ground and slip into the dusky corners near a street light waiting for my victim. I see him he looks delicious as I smell the sweet odour of his pumping blood. He has a cut from shaving. He is tall over six feet but no match for an old vampire like me.
“Hello nice evening isn’t it?” I ask
“Yes nice night.” he says smiling back at me
“Would you like to get a drink?” I ask “I know a spot”
“Sure ”he answers and I find myself taking him to bar what was wrong with me he was food.
We continue talking and even dancing the night away. I feel human again in his arms. What is wrong with me I think. The night is ending I need to get back to the cool dark earth but I am so hungry. One drink I think and I reach for him to take a bite .But his blood tastes odd and it’s green not red. I stop and he says
“We both have our crosses to carry but now you now my secret and I know yours.”
“You’re an alien.” I reply surprised
“You’re a vampire?” He quips laughing “Ouch.”
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OUCH!
Dad’s knee had been messed up all season, but when Billy Johnson smacked that ball deep into the outfield gap, dad was juiced with adrenaline. The crowd went crazy as Billy rounded first; he was the tying run.
Dad, coaching at third, waved in Tommy Harper and then he looked at the outfielders just now getting to the ball. Dad knew Billy could score.
As Billy rounded second and headed for third, dad was waving his arms determined to get the tying run home. The outfielder threw the ball in, Billy hit the bag and headed home. Dad ran right behind him.
Everyone on our team jumped up and down hoping Billy would make it. The relay throw to the catcher came in just as Billy slid.
“Yer out!” The ump yelled.
“No” Dad yelled. He ran up to argue and lost his footing and he went down to the ground.
“My knee!” An ambulance had to take dad to the hospital.
john keenan recently posted..The Day The World Changed!