The Chronicles of Jeff

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

A fluttering object, a centaur and a pastry. What more could you need? This is the thrilling short adventure about Jeff.

Submitted: December 19, 2017

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Submitted: December 19, 2017



He sat under the tree, looking up at the glistening stars. The wind flew through his deep black hair and for the first time that day, he felt peaceful. He looked down at the sandwich in his hands and evidently thought to himself about the meaning of life. In just a day, his world had been turned upside down; he didn’t know what to believe.

He stood up, throwing the sandwich to one side. Suddenly, he caught sight of a flutter in the corner of his eye. An arrow shot past him, piercing the fluttering object. A centaur rode past him, a bow perched on his shoulder and on most days, he would have freaked out but on a day like today this seemed ordinary. The trauma he had experienced earlier was far more disastrous than what he had seen just now. A whole new world of mythical creatures had been introduced to him, but instead of it being full of happiness and sunshine like so many books had told him, it was just as horrifying as his own, maybe even worse. Unfortunately, he did not have time to loiter, he needed to go home and sleep.

The next morning, he woke up in a daze, feeling as if everything he had found out yesterday was just a dream. Sirens sounded through the streets and he peeked out of his bedroom window to see nothing. Reluctantly, he walked down the stairs to his kitchen, where his mother was waiting for him.

“Hello Jeff, I baked you some pastries for breakfast,” said his Mother, blissfully unaware of her son’s excursions the previous day. He mumbled back a response, grabbing a pastry and running out of the door. As soon as he had taken a step out the door, he realised he had not changed his clothes, nor had he brushed his teeth or taken a shower. He proceeded nonetheless, determined to find out more about the centaurs. Sporadically, he ran towards the forest whilst still eating his pastry, in order to deeper understand what he had witnessed the night before. When he arrived at the forest, he looked around for any of the creatures he had seen previously, slightly hoping he had made everything up.

Upon seeing no signs of any creatures from the previous night, he angrily threw his pastry at the tree he was under last night. Distraught with annoyance, he noticed a centaur out of the corner of his eye, eyeing the pastry on the forest floor.

“Have it,” shouted Jeff, “A peace treaty”. It was at this moment he realised the centaur could not speak English. The centaur viewed this as a threat and shot a bow at his throat. Jeff was dead.

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