Desperate for mockery, I head for the hives.

  • Desperate for mockery, I head for the hives. I cry out "Dear bees! Did you know you can tell a tree's age by counting the rings inside its trunk?" I can sense the honey boiling in

  • their catacombs, a superorganism dancing the sister jig. Out they came like a cloud of anger. I cooed in my little blue aphorism of sky. I, a bear, out for the nectar in their lair

  • crushed it all, raking in the sap into my talons to be slurped at in a storm of rage. Sated, I, bear, amble to the glittering ribbon of water.

  • Upon the first glimpse of silvery scales, I dart my head accurately into the roaring waters opening my gaping maw. Out of the water I arise, victorious, invincible.

  • But very much in need of a manicure. When I gallumphed my enormous water-logged body into the Lily Nails shop, the proprietress shrieked and leapt out the back door. In the mirror

  • was a face that seemed to defy all existence. It stared at me, followed my every move, not blinking. It wasn't my face - I could see that too. But the Lily Nails mirror face kept

  • staring. Then I noticed that nobody else was reflected behind her. That is when I realized it wasn't a mirror but a window. I also recognized the face as that of the woman who was

  • in fact trying to jack my car at that very moment. My legs knew what to do before I did, and I was hurtling across the street shouting a slew of things all to the tune of 'Wait!!'

  • "Let me do it for you, you'll raise the alarm." I jack my own car for him and show him what kindness truly is. It's inner beauty that matters, as my mum always taught me.

  • In his generously unthinking way, he thanked me...by not raping or killing me. Still, I was humiliated. Then he dropped me off, in front of my house, and he took off with my car.



  1. LordVacuity Jan 21 2019 @ 13:28

    Thats jacked!

  2. smalldots Jan 24 2019 @ 02:06

    That turned out nice! I couldn't remember writing that first line, then I saw it was 4 years ago and under a different account! Time sure flies. I wish I could retrieve my Servant account, but alas, I lost my password and deleted the hotmail account that was associated to it. Bummer.

  3. smalldots Jan 24 2019 @ 02:29

    I will now proceed to upvote everyone else except my old self, because that would be childish and dishonorable. I just now had a flash of horror come over me... I thought: "What if I spend all these years, all this time on folding story thinking I'm sharing something special with other people, only to learn, decades later while I'm lying on my death bed, that all these other "folders" were in fact AI bots, and I was the sole human participant in this experiment, tricked into loving the lie?" And what if those who reveal this lie to me are my loved ones at my death bed, and as I draw my last breath they will drop their act, and inform me that they knew I was in some kind of Truman show all my life, and finally relieved from that lifelong chore of acting and overjoyed that they succeeded in their plan to make me suffer existential terror in the final moment of my life, they all point their fingers at me and start laughing hysterically while I draw my last breath! The voices are not real. The voices are not real. The voices are not real.

  4. Jimbeau Jan 25 2019 @ 17:23

    Wow...with ''loved ones' such as yours, one shudders at the thought of enemies. In "The End," the existential terror you suffer will be nugatory...

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