[ATL] Article #3 ‡ Short Story N°2

[sirogo 3,624]

Short Story N°2!

 

This is obviously a pure 'fantasy' text, but I thought I would write something different for once, so… Here it is!

Enjoy reading!

 

There was once, on a planet 6x10^28 km away from earth, a young charming girl called Carla. Her skin was made out of leaves, and unfortunately autumn was gone too quickly so she didn’t have enough time to make her eye and a part of her head, but she didn’t mind. Carla lived on Dednim, also called the Yellow planet. On Dednim, the water was yellow, and there were only a few islands here and there. Carla lived on one of these islands, an island called Borgabur. Borgabur was a small island compared to the main ones like Avidur, which was the capital of the planet.

 

 

Carla lived on Borgabur since her young age, with her brother Max. Max was much older than Carla. Carla was 5 months old while max was already 7 months old. When he was young Max hunted a green panther with 6 eyes together with his dad, and when they captured the beast, Max killed it and put himself inside of the panther’s body because he was cold, but now he can’t get out of it anymore, but he doesn’t actually mind either. Max likes smoking but he doesn’t smoke cigarettes, he smokes bamboo. Carla says it’s not good for his health, but he says the bamboo was what the panther used to eat, so he has to consume bamboo in honour of the panther.

 

 

One day, Carla wanted to do a party with her friends, so she talked about it with Max, asking him if he could help her organizing it, and he said yes.

 

It was Friday, after another day of doing nothing; Carla was waiting for her friends to arrive. She was staring at the window when the first guest arrived. It was Bubur.

 

Bubur was a terrorist, but nobody minded. He liked to have bombs all around his body to feel better, so Max always watched out for him when he was smoking bamboo, in case he ignited the bombs.

 

For the party, Bubur was wearing a black jacket and a black hat with bamboos on it, so Max asked if he could have some, but Bubur said no. Bubur also had black glasses, but that was because he was blind. And that’s also why the other terrorists haven’t recruited him, because he would have been useless, not knowing where to plant the bombs. But he didn’t mind.

 

Then the second guest arrived. It was Nothing. Nothing was the oldest man of Borgabur. He was a writer, or at least was supposed to be one. When he was young, he decided to plant feathers in his left hand in order to become a writer. He was surprised that it didn’t work, because he remembers his dad became blacksmith right after an anvil fell on his head. Now he still hasn’t written about anything, but he didn’t mind. He greeted everyone and went to the toilet.

 

Then the last guest arrived. The last guest was “What am I?”.” What am I?” is a very complicated person, that himself doesn’t know what he is, but he didn’t mind. He is still very young as he is 3 weeks old. It is very hard to describe him and therefore I will just ask you to keep on wondering what he is. All we could clearly see were 2 eyes, looking at everything all the time.

 

When Nothing came back from toilet, they all went to the living room and the party started! Carla gave them a cookie and some grass. Then they lit the automatic toilet flusher and started dancing on the smooth background music.

 

Everyone was having fun when someone knocked on the door. Carla went to open the door and saw a tall woman in the deepest black she had ever seen. The woman looked at Carla with a stern look.

 

Carla didn’t know what to say, it was the most silent moment she had ever had. Both Carla and the Woman were watching what was happening carefully.

 

 

The woman decided to talk first and said: “Hello, I am the mind, I am back”. At first Carla didn’t understand, so she turned back to see her friends’ reaction, but when she turned back in front of her, the woman had gone. She didn’t know what to do, so she closed the door and went back to the living room together with her friends. But then, she suddenly started feeling a pain in her head. She looked at the others, and they seemed unhappy and mad. Her brother started getting rid of his panther clothes, Bubur started becoming mad at the other terrorists for not recruiting him, and all started being afraid of him. Nothing started looking for a piece of paper to write on, and “What am I?” started looking at himself, wondering what he actually was. Carla could see that something was going wrong. She ran out of her house, turned right and saw the Woman at another house’s door. The Woman was waiting for the residents to open the door, and Carla ran at her. The Woman turned back as she heard Carla running. When Carla arrived in front of the Woman, she said “Tell me more about you”. The Woman said “Hello, I am the mind, I am back”. Carla didn’t understand what she meant, and asked “What do you mean? What is mind?”. The Woman looked around her and said “I reverse your consciences, I reverse this planet once called Dednim into Minded, Welcome to Earth”.

Edited November 24, 2015 by sirogo

[dilsharox 2,395]

Nice

[BlueDragon_tamki 3,204]

Awesome

[sirogo 3,624]

8th edition of ATL can be found here!

Feel free to check it out!

[Zenyth 6,494]

Good imagination power

[sirogo 3,624]

Good imagination power

Thanks! Although this story is pretty 'weird' and absurd I believe Fantasy is the writing style I'm best at  ^_^

[Quarks 2,255]

Thanks! Although this story is pretty 'weird' and absurd I believe Fantasy is the writing style I'm best at  ^_^

We would love to have a writer such as you in TWG.

[GHOST68INVINCIBLE 152]

Wow just wow I love the last part,of it.

[l.Eat.My.BuIIets 483]

Ever tried applying for the reporters vacancy ? That's one hell of a story you got there mate

[sirogo 3,624]

Ever tried applying for the reporters vacancy ? That's one hell of a story you got there mate

Nope  :huh: But thanks!

Edited December 8, 2015 by sirogo

[KillerGnat 3,135]

In the words of Dilsharox, NICE.

[sirogo 3,624]

We would love to have a writer such as you in TWG.

Hmm… To be honest I prefer staying an 'independent' writer… Thanks for the invitation though!