Welcome Visitor: Login to the siteJoin the site

Reincarnation Whack-a-Mole

Short story By: Jack Flagberry
Flash fiction


This is just a short story I threw together in about an hour, and edited in something like five minutes. Let me know what you think.


Submitted:Jul 4, 2010    Reads: 63    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


The windows were down, and wind was pouring in, leaving that wind burnt redness on my face, but I was fine with it. Windburn is my way of proving to myself that I'm not wasting my life. It shows me that I've at least been out there doing something, instead of throwing time away in my house. It's a constant fear in the back of my mind that I'm going to dying slowly in my basement, reading and playing games. That's what happens when you don't take what you see in movies and TV and things with a grain of salt. There is always an unreasonable stress put on being as social as humanly possible.Solitude is made to look like a sin. Sometimes I get caught up in thought and forget what I'm doing. That's what happened in this case. Because I was thinking so intensely, I was not paying much attention to the road, and hit a telephone pole very hard.
I woke up in a white room. The sounds were incomprehensible, but it wasn't unsettling at all. I just got the feeling that I was getting a second chance, and that it was a good thing. Floating in beams of grey light were a caribou, a spiny anteater, and an animal that I did not recognize. Before long, everything went white again.
Crawling on the ground, looking back occasionally to admire my mighty mucous trail, I was enjoying the day in all its goodness. The grass was towering over me, and the weather was pleasant. It was the kind of perfect day where discovery seemed to be on the horizon, and good luck was the only kind you could have.
So with that sentiment, I continued moving until I came upon an interesting sight. It was some sort of warm weather snow. I did not know much about the world, but I knew I had never seen snow when it was warm like this, so I decided to approach it.
Slowly I made my way to the substance, my fascination building as I moved closer. In the time it took to get to it, my mind was churning out radical ideas one after another. Could it be that it really is cold out, and I've just become immune to it? Could it be the dandruff of some giant beast hereto unknown to me? Or, could it be some kind of magic dust, sent here by a far off deity to help me save the land from some threat unbeknownst to its inhabitants.
Finally, I made it to the substance. In my excitement, I took no notice of my bearings, and accidentally plunged into the pile. My flesh began to bubble almost instantly, and I felt like the life was being burned out of me. It was the worst feeling I had ever experienced, and after some time there was a flash of light.
I was back at the white place, and now there was another animal in the lineup: a man. I looked around, trying to get some kind of idea of where I was. Before I could figure it out, white surrounded me again.
Life is wonderful. I am fed lavishly every day, and I live like a king. I know I am only a child, but I think I have life pretty well figured out. I believe the world is there for my pleasure. I am the beneficiary of all things good.
The man comes to shower me with grandiose foodstuffs, and make sure I'm comfortable. He says something in a tongue I cannot understand, but it does not matter. He knows his place, and that is just about all I care about.
A few days pass, and the man comes back. He has a different feel to him this time. He does not bring food, and he seems much more solemn. I do not understand what is going on.
He gets me on my feet, takes me to a room I have never seen. This is wrong. I am frightened. I do not know what is going on.
He takes something off the wall. It is gray, and it looks heavy. He walks over, stokes my ears, looks at me and swings. Everything goes white.
I'm back in the room. "Back again so quickly? Alright, let's get you set up with something you can handle…"
White.
Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce. Float. Eat. Reproduce.
"I think we found one that'll work."





1

| Email this story Email this Short story | Add to reading list



Reviews

About | News | Contact | Your Account | TheNextBigWriter | Self Publishing | Advertise

© 2013 TheNextBigWriter, LLC. All Rights Reserved. Terms under which this service is provided to you. Privacy Policy.