Mr. Unreliable

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Action and Adventure  |  House: Booksie Classic
an odd story about a twisted family
The winter night was cold and bitter, the wind whipped his face, his red cheeks were proof the whip had cracked and left its mark several times. Bundled up from head to toe Mr. Consistent was decked in his favorite apparel, a royal purple suit, but not just any suit, this was a smart suit, the latest thing in 2354, guaranteed by the local Choose-It-Yourself small town store in the mall. Mr. Consistent was walking down the street on the way to give his customary last kiss to his wife before he departed for the army barracks that day. When Mr. Consistent got to his wife she was in tears and when he left an hour later she was in tears. She never was a happy woman; her maiden name was Miss Depressant. Mr. Consistent went outside, got into his Juvra and flew off to the base only 43,000 miles away. A few seconds later, Mr. Consistent arrived. Mr. Consistent enjoyed his position as a commander at the base but today was about to be drastically different. The building where he worked was a big black long building with big white letters on the top that read, “this is not a drill” it was only in case the building had to leave the base and in that case the letters would turn red.

That would probably never happen because the only war the U.N.A. (United Nations Army) was in at the current time was against the antagonists; they were a very irate group of people who did various counterproductive acts such as not helping old ladies with their groceries, or walking a second before the little white man popped up on the screen that was exactly 12” x 18”. The main reason that Mr. Consistent was constantly looking at these things is because honestly, truly, there was nothing better for him to do. Eight hours later Mr. Consistent right on the dot of eight o’clock left to go home. He got into his Juvra, reversed the process and in short order was home with his teary wife.

Mr. Consistent entered, “Honey, I am home.” There she was crying, without skipping a beat she let out a simple daily phrase “I am pouring tears.” “Yes I can see that, but why this time dear?” She responded in a typical sad tone “I don’t remember, that’s why I am crying.” “Well alright.” Just like that the Consistent’s conversation happened every day. They would talk; she would cry. Mr. Consistent would normally watch television while relaxing in bed before dinner. Today he was in an unusual rush to get to the television because a special news report had been scheduled. Mrs. Consistent quickly dashed into the room and shouted, “Get out of bed right now we have dinner with my parents and your boss.” “Okay dear, give me five minutes and I will be out.” Howling loudly that he would make them late, she left the room. That’s when everything changed in the poor dull man’s life. Mr. Consistent as consistent as he was happened to be still watching the television when he tried to put on his shoe. He fell backwards and hit his head; changing the very ideas, thoughts and ways he acted, but only one person knew, for no one else was in the room.

Mr. Consistent got up dizzily and deciding he was going to flee from his dull life he jumped out the window and into the night he went. Due to all her howling, she did not hear the bump, she forgot what she was doing, did not bother to check on him at all due to a random event of crying as usual and as Mr. Consistent was not able to remind her had forgotten all about the dinner party.
Meanwhile, Mr. Consistent was free “I have to think of a new name for myself. Hmmm I know Mr. Unreliable, alright new identity.” When he stopped running, he looked around. To his surprise there was the Grab-It-And-Go store; he had run twenty blocks, this was a new record. Mr. Unreliable took a deep breath increasing his lungs and feeling the cool chilled air cut into his throat like waves of an invisible army attacking. Mr. Unreliable ran left then he ran right pattering the sidewalk with his footsteps. He was now “A nighthawk” making no other sounds than the little patter of his foot every time he took a step and the breaths he inhaled and exhaled; he was practically invisible.

Mr. Unreliable saw an old lady carrying groceries and did nothing to help, he was in trouble now; he was the enforcer of that law, but why? No one ever followed the laws, the only reason they were made was due to him or her having absolutely nothing better to do. Mr. Unreliable then ran towards a dark alley where he knew a group of antagonists would be gathered and decided he would check on what they were doing. Mr. Unreliable shouted “Hey what are you doing!” They simply replied “Nothing really.” Still short of breath from running, Mr. Unreliable replied, “Do you mind if I join?” “Not at all.” Off the unruly group went into the darkness once again, but this time not just one hawk but a whole flock of hawks almost flying across the streets as if weightless feathers floating around just blown in any direction the wind took them.

Mr. Unreliable was finally realizing everything he had done in the past was wrong he was making and enforcing all these laws; yet none of it made sense because you can push and shove anyone or thing but in the end they have to be willing. A perfect world wasn’t just right around the corner. Looking at the streetlights fluttering under his feet he jumped rooftop to rooftop; he truly was set free. Mr. Unreliable looked side to side watching the antagonists jump ever so gracefully all in sync not one toe landed unless another was landing at the same time, that was true perfection. All this time Mr. Unreliable had thought everything the antagonists did was pure trouble, but really he was the trouble, causing problems for others by making these pointless laws. Mr. Unreliable after many hours of running reached his house, passed it by two houses, came to a halting stop, turned around and came back to his house. Mr. Unreliable crawled back through the open window jumped into bed and fell fast asleep.

Submitted: January 12, 2010

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The winter night was cold and bitter, the wind whipped his face, his red cheeks were proof the whip had cracked and left its mark several times. Bundled up from head to toe Mr. Consistent was decked in his favorite apparel, a royal purple suit, but not just any suit, this was a smart suit, the latest thing in 2354, guaranteed by the local Choose-It-Yourself small town store in the mall. Mr. Consistent was walking down the street on the way to give his customary last kiss to his wife before he departed for the army barracks that day. When Mr. Consistent got to his wife she was in tears and when he left an hour later she was in tears. She never was a happy woman; her maiden name was Miss Depressant. Mr. Consistent went outside, got into his Juvra and flew off to the base only 43,000 miles away. A few seconds later, Mr. Consistent arrived. Mr. Consistent enjoyed his position as a commander at the base but today was about to be drastically different. The building where he worked was a big black long building with big white letters on the top that read, “this is not a drill” it was only in case the building had to leave the base and in that case the letters would turn red.

That would probably never happen because the only war the U.N.A. (United Nations Army) was in at the current time was against the antagonists; they were a very irate group of people who did various counterproductive acts such as not helping old ladies with their groceries, or walking a second before the little white man popped up on the screen that was exactly 12” x 18”. The main reason that Mr. Consistent was constantly looking at these things is because honestly, truly, there was nothing better for him to do. Eight hours later Mr. Consistent right on the dot of eight o’clock left to go home. He got into his Juvra, reversed the process and in short order was home with his teary wife.

Mr. Consistent entered, “Honey, I am home.” There she was crying, without skipping a beat she let out a simple daily phrase “I am pouring tears.” “Yes I can see that, but why this time dear?” She responded in a typical sad tone “I don’t remember, that’s why I am crying.” “Well alright.” Just like that the Consistent’s conversation happened every day. They would talk; she would cry. Mr. Consistent would normally watch television while relaxing in bed before dinner. Today he was in an unusual rush to get to the television because a special news report had been scheduled. Mrs. Consistent quickly dashed into the room and shouted, “Get out of bed right now we have dinner with my parents and your boss.” “Okay dear, give me five minutes and I will be out.” Howling loudly that he would make them late, she left the room. That’s when everything changed in the poor dull man’s life. Mr. Consistent as consistent as he was happened to be still watching the television when he tried to put on his shoe. He fell backwards and hit his head; changing the very ideas, thoughts and ways he acted, but only one person knew, for no one else was in the room.

Mr. Consistent got up dizzily and deciding he was going to flee from his dull life he jumped out the window and into the night he went. Due to all her howling, she did not hear the bump, she forgot what she was doing, did not bother to check on him at all due to a random event of crying as usual and as Mr. Consistent was not able to remind her had forgotten all about the dinner party. Meanwhile, Mr. Consistent was free “I have to think of a new name for myself. Hmmm I know Mr. Unreliable, alright new identity.” When he stopped running, he looked around. To his surprise there was the Grab-It-And-Go store; he had run twenty blocks, this was a new record. Mr. Unreliable took a deep breath increasing his lungs and feeling the cool chilled air cut into his throat like waves of an invisible army attacking. Mr. Unreliable ran left then he ran right pattering the sidewalk with his footsteps. He was now “A nighthawk” making no other sounds than the little patter of his foot every time he took a step and the breaths he inhaled and exhaled; he was practically invisible.

Mr. Unreliable saw an old lady carrying groceries and did nothing to help, he was in trouble now; he was the enforcer of that law, but why? No one ever followed the laws, the only reason they were made was due to him or her having absolutely nothing better to do. Mr. Unreliable then ran towards a dark alley where he knew a group of antagonists would be gathered and decided he would check on what they were doing. Mr. Unreliable shouted “Hey what are you doing!” They simply replied “Nothing really.” Still short of breath from running, Mr. Unreliable replied, “Do you mind if I join?” “Not at all.” Off the unruly group went into the darkness once again, but this time not just one hawk but a whole flock of hawks almost flying across the streets as if weightless feathers floating around just blown in any direction the wind took them.

Mr. Unreliable was finally realizing everything he had done in the past was wrong he was making and enforcing all these laws; yet none of it made sense because you can push and shove anyone or thing but in the end they have to be willing. A perfect world wasn’t just right around the corner. Looking at the streetlights fluttering under his feet he jumped rooftop to rooftop; he truly was set free. Mr. Unreliable looked side to side watching the antagonists jump ever so gracefully all in sync not one toe landed unless another was landing at the same time, that was true perfection. All this time Mr. Unreliable had thought everything the antagonists did was pure trouble, but really he was the trouble, causing problems for others by making these pointless laws. Mr. Unreliable after many hours of running reached his house, passed it by two houses, came to a halting stop, turned around and came back to his house. Mr. Unreliable crawled back through the open window jumped into bed and fell fast asleep.


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