Written for Trifecta: Week 109. A story about disposing of trash begins after the image.
Genre: Urban Fantasy/Humor
Good Ol’ Boy
I’m an avid book-lover, so I guess it was destiny that I found the most incredible book.
It sat next to an empty recycling bin, while other bins remained full. It was entitled “The Stories.” A dull title, but when I opened it, I discovered the most amazing stories of the fantastic. Each time I finished a story and closed it, a new story would appear. It wrote stories. It was magic.
My fun was short-lived. In the morning, I returned to work at the warehouse. While I read a book in the break room, my arch-enemy, Lester Bloom, walked in.
“Why are you always reading, freak?” he growled.
“It’s a way to relax, to let the imagination soar.”
“Whatever,” he grunted. He snatched the book away and pretended to read. “Looks stupid. I don’t know why you keep bringing books. You know what happens.”
He did this a lot. Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451? Burned up in the furnace. Moore’s Utopia? Crushed in the compactor. And now he tossed I,Robot into a puddle outside the window.
I complained to management, again. They laughed, again. “He’s a Good Ol’ Boy,” they said.
I returned home, fuming. But my magic book was there to calm me. For the third day running, I found that my trash was empty. Strange, but I realized it made sense after all. For every magical feat, there is a cost. This book wrote stories, then ate trash. That’s cool. What could be wrong with that?
Then one day I wasn’t thinking and I brought “The Stories” to work. Worse, I left it unattended in the breakroom. When I saw Lester slipping in, I sprinted for the door. Lester was gone, but the book was safe. I opened it and found this:
“Where am I?” said Lester.
A squire handed him his sword. “It’s time to face the Dragon of Okievia, m’lord.”
Oh crap.
I turned to the end.
The Dragon picked his teeth contentedly saying, “Mmm. That was a Good Ol’ Boy.”
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This week at Trifecta, the writing prompt is to use the word, “Whatever” and use the third definition of it (Used to show that something is not important). As always, the story must have between 33 and 333 words. Here’s this week’s prompt: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2014/01/trifecta-week-109.html
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That magic book that writes stories for you… You still use it, don’t you? š
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Hehe. Yeah, but it’s all in my mind. š Thanks for stopping to visit. š
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Ha-ha! That was fun.
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Great to hear, George. That’s the whole idear. š Thanks much for reading!
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Ha! Always nice to see an arch-enemy eaten by a dragon. Now if I could only get the Dukes of Hazzard theme out of my head š
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Woops! Sorry to put you through that torture. There is an upside, you could think of Daisy Dukes as it plays. I sure wish I could the same with my arch-enemies this way. It would be poetic. *ahem*
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Bloomin’ marvelous! You gotta love dragons. Maybe you should put some photos of chickens into the recycle bin. The dragon was real when you checked ‘The Stories”, surely the chickens will be real too. Dragons are inordinately fond of chickens. It would be a nice reward š
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Oh yeah, Dragons are favorite of mine. They squeeze their way into my stories often. When you say Dragons are fond of chickens, in what way to you mean? With plenty of barbeque sauce? Shouldn’t be hard to leave the book beside some buffalo wings. Thanks for your visit as always, Lyn!
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mmm, good ol’ boy. hilarious!
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Thank you! Good ol’ boys have great taste, apparently. š
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