Fun topic, some great stories so far. Here's a short weird one I wrote called, "In the Bookstore Cafe."
Today I met a beautiful girl in a bookstore cafe. We drank some coffee that tasted way too bland while we debated heaven. I told her I believe that we're already here. We've already beat the odds of existence. We've won a lottery ticket in being alive. She said she wants the security of knowing there is more to life than this. She doesn't want to die and cease to exist. I told her to do something with her life, to make herself memorable and she'll live forever.
Suddenly a homeless man approached us. He had painted his face white and had a red sponge covering his nose. His clothes were very tacky. Green and yellow plaids danced around his jacket like someone had spilled paint on them.
He honked his nose.
Honk. Honk.
"HEY KIDS!" He yelled at us.
He honked again and I wasn't sure how to react. I was deeply involved in conversation with a love interest.
Honk. Honk.
"Uh...Hi..." I muttered. My mutter was followed by a gesture suggesting he leave our table.
"WANT TO BUY A FLOWER???"
Honk. Honk.
A bouquet of plastic flowers appeared from his sleeve.
"No thanks..." I whispered. I tried to hint at his departure.
He made some loud noises and the flowers squirted water onto my face. It took me by surprise.
"OH!" He screamed, "LET ME WIPE THAT OFF FOR YOU!"
Honk. Honk.
Handkerchiefs started pouring out of his jacket where the flowers had come from. It was a never ending line of cloth tied together. He kept reaching for more and patted my face trying to make it dry.
The situation had gotten out of control and a small crowd from the bookstore surrounded us. Everyone was watching. Some of the people were laughing while others stared in shock.
I lost control. I stood up and my hand formed a tight fist. I was losing touch with reality. This man was now making inappropriate noises as he poked my face.
Honk. Honk.
My fist swung at his head over and over again. I couldnt stop. My fist had a mind of its own.
Clown blood poured on to the floor when I finished. People were screaming and running away from the place. I barely noticed as the adrenaline pumped through my veins. I sat down to my date. She was in shock. I really liked this girl. I wanted to recapture that brilliant conversation we were having before this mess happened. I had to say something.
"So, do you think he will go to heaven?"
I touched the face of the bloody clown beneath me.
Honk. Honk.
Suddenly a homeless man approached us. He had painted his face white and had a red sponge covering his nose. His clothes were very tacky. Green and yellow plaids danced around his jacket like someone had spilled paint on them.
He honked his nose.
Honk. Honk.
"HEY KIDS!" He yelled at us.
He honked again and I wasn't sure how to react. I was deeply involved in conversation with a love interest.
Honk. Honk.
"Uh...Hi..." I muttered. My mutter was followed by a gesture suggesting he leave our table.
"WANT TO BUY A FLOWER???"
Honk. Honk.
A bouquet of plastic flowers appeared from his sleeve.
"No thanks..." I whispered. I tried to hint at his departure.
He made some loud noises and the flowers squirted water onto my face. It took me by surprise.
"OH!" He screamed, "LET ME WIPE THAT OFF FOR YOU!"
Honk. Honk.
Handkerchiefs started pouring out of his jacket where the flowers had come from. It was a never ending line of cloth tied together. He kept reaching for more and patted my face trying to make it dry.
The situation had gotten out of control and a small crowd from the bookstore surrounded us. Everyone was watching. Some of the people were laughing while others stared in shock.
I lost control. I stood up and my hand formed a tight fist. I was losing touch with reality. This man was now making inappropriate noises as he poked my face.
Honk. Honk.
My fist swung at his head over and over again. I couldnt stop. My fist had a mind of its own.
Clown blood poured on to the floor when I finished. People were screaming and running away from the place. I barely noticed as the adrenaline pumped through my veins. I sat down to my date. She was in shock. I really liked this girl. I wanted to recapture that brilliant conversation we were having before this mess happened. I had to say something.
"So, do you think he will go to heaven?"
I touched the face of the bloody clown beneath me.
Honk. Honk.
), a nice mix of martial arts and science fiction... yeah, I'm still working out all the details.
