Mother Knows Best
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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
1
Views:
988
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Mother Knows Best
Disclaimer: believe it or not, I thought this up after staring at a pen someone had forgotten on the desk I was sitting at in class. I do not claim ownership of the pen!
Author’s Note: No, this is not supposed to make sense, so don’t even try understanding. I was basically freewriting (instead of doing something productive) in class and it turned out as something like this. I cleaned it up a bit (full sentences and whatnot) and then I ended up with… this?!
Mother Knows Best
by Pontaloon Master
A boy stood still in the middle of an empty street. He wore an outfit which could very well have been made in the 1940s, going by how dusty it seemed. Corners of fabric stuck out awkwardly in places which gave it all a very square shape. He must have taken it out of its box after hundreds of years of disuse.
He was turning his head left to right as if in a mock search for something. It was clearly an imitation, as the only thing moving was from his shoulders up. Back and forth, like a broken record playing the same note. It was kind of sad how none of the other notes would be used.
I drew his attention as my foot pushed a pebble across the cement accidentally, sounding like something akin to nails being scratched raw on some kind of abrasive surface, only this stone didn’t leave a trail of blood behind. I was very disappointed at that.
“Are you Sebastian?” I asked, in a harsher voice than I intended. I must have still been upset about the pebble.
His lips stayed clenched shut as his gaze stayed locked on me and he didn’t say a word. He didn’t move an inch, except to crack his little neck with a resounding sound which resembled a rotting twig: not quite a crack, it was far fleshier.
I approached his with a smile, which he could probably tell was forced. Nevertheless, I kept it plastered on my face to show that I didn’t mind his lack of hospitality. If he wanted to deny me a friendly conversation, despite the fact that I was a guest in his home, I could live with it.
“You’ll never be able to use that as a helmet if you don’t poor the water out first” I chuckled genuinely this time.
He tilted his head forward, looking at the upside-down aquarium in his hands. I could have sworn I saw his expression change to one of confusion, until I realized that instead of despairing, he was now entertaining himself by staring at the tiny red fish in the bowl.
I wondered silently how the little one was going to fix his problem. I stayed wondering for hours, waiting to see the gears in his head move towards a solution, until he finally moved again. He put the fish bowl over his head, despite the water, then calmly brought his arms back down to his sides. He fell over when the bubbles stopped, though.
He must have really wanted that helmet. Well, his mother wasn’t going to be happy about this. He got his hair all wet!
“I have a sudden craving for fish” I said, to no one other than myself…
Author’s Note: No, this is not supposed to make sense, so don’t even try understanding. I was basically freewriting (instead of doing something productive) in class and it turned out as something like this. I cleaned it up a bit (full sentences and whatnot) and then I ended up with… this?!
Mother Knows Best
by Pontaloon Master
A boy stood still in the middle of an empty street. He wore an outfit which could very well have been made in the 1940s, going by how dusty it seemed. Corners of fabric stuck out awkwardly in places which gave it all a very square shape. He must have taken it out of its box after hundreds of years of disuse.
He was turning his head left to right as if in a mock search for something. It was clearly an imitation, as the only thing moving was from his shoulders up. Back and forth, like a broken record playing the same note. It was kind of sad how none of the other notes would be used.
I drew his attention as my foot pushed a pebble across the cement accidentally, sounding like something akin to nails being scratched raw on some kind of abrasive surface, only this stone didn’t leave a trail of blood behind. I was very disappointed at that.
“Are you Sebastian?” I asked, in a harsher voice than I intended. I must have still been upset about the pebble.
His lips stayed clenched shut as his gaze stayed locked on me and he didn’t say a word. He didn’t move an inch, except to crack his little neck with a resounding sound which resembled a rotting twig: not quite a crack, it was far fleshier.
I approached his with a smile, which he could probably tell was forced. Nevertheless, I kept it plastered on my face to show that I didn’t mind his lack of hospitality. If he wanted to deny me a friendly conversation, despite the fact that I was a guest in his home, I could live with it.
“You’ll never be able to use that as a helmet if you don’t poor the water out first” I chuckled genuinely this time.
He tilted his head forward, looking at the upside-down aquarium in his hands. I could have sworn I saw his expression change to one of confusion, until I realized that instead of despairing, he was now entertaining himself by staring at the tiny red fish in the bowl.
I wondered silently how the little one was going to fix his problem. I stayed wondering for hours, waiting to see the gears in his head move towards a solution, until he finally moved again. He put the fish bowl over his head, despite the water, then calmly brought his arms back down to his sides. He fell over when the bubbles stopped, though.
He must have really wanted that helmet. Well, his mother wasn’t going to be happy about this. He got his hair all wet!
“I have a sudden craving for fish” I said, to no one other than myself…