It was Friday, Zach's favorite day. Friday
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It was Friday, Zach's favorite day. Friday meant no homework, no school tomorrow, no stress- and today he had art club. Meaning today he could finally see Yuki.
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Zach packed his art equipment into his rucksack and headed into school, gleaming with content. Art class started out as normal, before Yuki came into the classroom for the first
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few minutes, Zach arranged his neatly-sharpened pencils from smallest to largest. The rest of the Art students stopped smoking their cigs and stared. Yuki wandered in.
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Yuki stared at the staring students. Zach stared at Yuki. Then Yuki stared at Zach, who stared back at his beloved pencils. Yuki finally broke the silence. "Why?" he asked simply.
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"I can't help myself", said Zach fingering his pencils. I have to caricature. "Don't take it personally Yuki. I think your ears are cute, and you're no dumbo." The class groaned.
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Just then a bunch of Jihadi terrorists burst in & shot them all at point blank range. The cartoonists pleaded for their lives, but there was no point. They just weren't funny enoug
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h now that their brains were rendered incapable of mocking other people's faiths. "What shall we do?" some editors worried. "Lets mock the porn industry for a change" a voice sai
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d, tinged with harp music and somehow from above, and it was decided. The next edition featured Nuns munching In-N-Outs while Popes photographed cardinals with Mohammed at Piggly-W
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iggly, chowing down on pork rinds with Benjamin Netanyahu. Hell was indeed frozen over, but maybe all this was a good thing. Apparently God loosened the rules somewhat so that
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the pigs who had carried Legion into the sea had nothing to do with those pork rinds. In the blue Parisian evening, a rain began to fall, and it fell on everyone alike.
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- 2015-01-09 06:24:22
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- 2015-01-17 23:39:17
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zxvasdf Jan 21 2015 @ 19:47
The rain fell even on the blasted heath and a charred sweetness filled the moistening air. When the porcine vessels ceased flailing in the salted depths, Legion fled into a school of skipjacks, roaming endlessly the great big blue, shuffling mortal coils along the centuries as needed until it ended up in an unfortunate shoal of albacores who were hauled in by fisherman; throughout the fish indulging states, exorcism went up in demand and Legion found itself increasingly diffuse until one day it found it had to live with only itself.