Saturday, March 31, 2018

Meatballs

The young man starred at the sky. Moments ago he was sparred from embarrassment of his family eating his coffee marinated beef. Now his family had given him more time by going shopping. He had only a few hours to cook something for them. The young man did not waste time procrastinating and went straight for his wallet. He knew what he must do to get though the holiday. He pulled out his debit card, kissed it, and dialed a number. He ordered spagaspag and meatballs from his favourite Italian restaurant. The food came and the young man prepared it to look like he made it. The family returned home and he unvailed the food. He wasn't proud, but at least he fed his family.

Beef

It was 12AM. The beef had yet to be prepared. The young man was panicking. He had never cooked beef in his life and anything else he cooked was not raw. The young man sat down with a jug of coffee. He sat and thought for a long while. He looked at the coffee and had an amazing idea. He took the beef and put it in a container. He then poured cold coffee and submerged it. The young man placed it in the fridge and slept. He woke up and then proceeded to cook the beef. It wasn't long after which he began to regret what he had done. It was too late. The beef was cooked and his family had arrived.

Friday, March 16, 2018

A Cup of Fools

Long ago along the borderlands, there was a cup. This cup had many rumors surrounding it and as time went on, the rumors got even bigger. Once it was told to hold the elixir of immortality. Some other time it was told to hold great power. Many attempted the journey to find it, but all gave up. All, but one man. Many years after the rumors died down, a young man selling coffee beans decided to give this journey a go. It was much easier ever since the two surrounding cities were wiped out. All he had to deal with were scavengers. When he got to the suspected place he realized the landscaped had changed over the many years of bombardment. It had revealed what was once a hidden temple. The young man entered. Bodies laid scattered on the ground. Whatever traps there were were already tripped by others in the past. Upon a table in the middle of the temple was a cup. The young man stared at the cup only to realize what had happened. He knew the cup. It was familiar to him for as a young boy his father would often drink out of that cup. The young approached the cup to confirm his suspicion. Engraved on the cup were the initials of his father. Also carved into the cup was a crescent moon that he had carved into the cup as a child. He stood there for a moment laughing. The young man then took the cup and left.

Wednesday, March 7, 2018

Nights 1

A young man walks the dead streets. Not a soul in sight, yet there is a presence. It is visibly hidden, yet still seen. The young man does not stop. He continues his course. As he walks he is certain that he hears footsteps. The young man smiles. Lately there have been reports of people being mugged at night. It had been a long time since he has had any fun. The young man walks into an ally way. He stops. Then a hand taps his shoulder. The young man turns around to find a older man with a knife in his other hand. The old man demands for the young man's wallet and phone. He gives them up without a second thought. The old man looked through his wallet right there and then rather than wait till he got away. In that moment the young man took out a syringe and quickly stabbed the old man in the neck. Within seconds the old man went down. The young man grabbed his wallet and his phone. He dialed a number and asked for a pickup. It wasn't long until a van appeared. A woman steps out of the van. She smiles at the young man and thanks him before dragging the unconscious old man into the van. She waved the young man goodbye one last time and then drove off. The night was quiet again and the young man was alone. He stood there in the ally way for a few minutes. Then he went on with his night.

Thursday, March 1, 2018

Experiment 9

A young man sat on his porch. It was a beautiful day. He had just made himself a cup of coffee. He took in the coffee through his noise. The coffee was giving off a strong stench. Every time the coffee would exhale, the young man would breath in the air. "Bean. It's me." A voice said. Bean looked around. There was no one in sight. He shrugged and drank his coffee. "Bean, it's me, your father. Stop drinking me!" A voice said. Bean looked into his cup. The waves on the liquid's surface were still. Bean was sure the voice was coming from the coffee now. "I think I never woke up last night." he said to himself. "No you fool, I'm talking to you from the other world. You used those coffee beans I gave you years back." said the coffee. "The hell did you do? Transfer your soul into some shitty ass coffee beans? These are the worst I ever drank!" said Bean as he stood up. "It's not my fault the coffee is shit. The lady who sold me these infused beans didn't exactly sell them to me for their exquisite taste. Look, just listen to me boy. I don't have much time over here." the coffee said. "Alright, I'll listen. DAD." said Bean as he went inside his house. "Basically, someone fucked up and undid a seal from one of the ancient temples in Quebec. Long story short, dumbass got his body taken over by the soul of a forgotten warlord. He now plans to break the seals from the other temples. I'm currently in the other world so I can't just go back in a short amount of time. Your mother is busy dealing with a case in southeast Asia. You're the only one I could contact that was close by." the coffee said. "Right, by close by you mean a few hundred miles away. Now, who was the dumbass who blew up the only plane I had because he 'shot the wings' off by accident? Oh wait, that was you." Bean responded angrily. "bu-" the coffee said before being interrupted. "No buts. Don't even think about asking me to use a teleportation scroll. I'm dead broke and I don't intend on buying a scroll for some wizard who is probably going to rip me off." Bean said as he opened the door to his room. "I got the transportation covered. The bartender in the next town owed me a few favors. She'll be willing to give you a teleportation scroll." the coffee said as it was being placed down. "Right..." Bean said as he put on his bomber jacket and his gear. "I'm heading out now." he said as he drank the rest of his coffee. The room was then silent. Bean went downstairs and washed his coffee cup. He then went out of his house and began his journey to the bar.

Summer and a young man

A young man sits on his computer staring at his screen. He looks outside the window and sees children playing the streets. He wonders to him...