Story #44 - Let's buy stuff

One day I was thinking to myself, "I don't have stuff in my life. A book, a laptop, and that's about it." I really felt I needed more.
So I went and bought a few more laptops, just to have, who knows if I'll ever use them. Maybe I'll end up reselling them.
I never used chairs in my life, apart from school, and didn't miss them. But then I had an idea of building a fort and hiding myself under it.
I had been eating on the floor for years, and a table was lacking in my house. Maybe I could try some of those fancy pull-ups where you need a really strong core.
I always wanted to paint, so I'll buy some oil paints, since they look better, and a few canvases.
I always wanted to draw professionally, and I found the nicest-looking graphics tablet. Hopefully it'll work. It's kinda old.
And I went with "I always..." for a few weeks, until I felt that my house was filled too the brim. Then guess what? I didn't have time to enjoy them. I simply stared at them. I didn't know with what to go first. I only figured out that I had to sell.

Story #43 - Going in the zoo

"Stacy, Stacy..."
"Huh? What?"
"Stop reading on your damn phone. We're in the zoo now. Look at the animals."
"Seen one, seen them all."
"Do you really mean?"
"Yuh."
"Well, look. This monkey is giving us the finger."
"It's a chimpanzee, and I'm giving it my finger."
"Smart. Now it's going ballistic."
"So? That's why it's in a cage, isn't it?"
"Imagine if it were out."
"That's boring. Let's go somewhere else."
"Where?"
"I don't know. Aren't there any other type of animals around?"
"You said that if you saw one, you saw all of them."
"Yeah, well... Pictures are nice. And documentaries. But I wanna see something different than your average chimp or random bird like the magpie."
"Fine. Look. A giraffe."
"Boring."
"Zebra?"
"No."
"Hippo?"
"Yawn."
"What do you want to see?"
"A lion murdering a human."
"Er... Yeah... There aren't lions in here."
"That's a shame."
"Oh, look, a tiger. I'm jumping in."
"What????"
"See you in a few minutes."
"Stacy's really going in. Without fear. Now three of them saw her. They're growling. She doesn't care. She's just running towards that tree. One went after her. Boy does he have speed. Shit. I think he just clawed her leg. And she's rolling. The tiger's on top of her. And it just bit her hand right off. She's screaming. I couldn't care less. Oh, a guy with a rifle popped it and darted the beast. The others scattered around. Stacy's crying, but at least she's safe. I hope she'll enjoy that thrill forever."

Story #42 - Trying too hard to be funny

"Hey, Billy. Hey... Check out that kid."
Billy stops licking his popsicle. "Which one?"
"With the red t-shirt that "Huu-Hah" on it."
"Looks like a bellend to me."
"Everybody looks like a bellend to you. Probably you, too."
"Screw you."
"Alright. Let's go to him."
"Why?"
"For shits and giggles."
"Nah."
"What, you think licking a bloody ice cream stick is more worthy of your time?"
"It's sweeter."
"Oh, come on. I'll buy you a new one if you don't enjoy yourself. It's sweeter..."
Billy shrugs and continues on with his iced delight, as both of them go towards the person.
"Hiya, mate. How's it going?"
"Fine," the guy says, looking at them with half opened eyes.
"Rough night?"
"Yeah."
"Don't feel like chatting, are ya?"
"Not really."
"Okay. I'll just ask ya one thing."
"What's that?"
"Huu-hah...huu-hah. What's that all about?"
"Kinda like that Al Pacino bit, but not really."
"Who?"
"Never heard of him?"
"I only watch Youtube."
"You should know Scarface."
"No. I watch viral videos. And kittens playing. That type of stuff."
"Right. If you don't know, then you don't know."
"Huh-hah... Sounds funny, mate."
"Sure. I'm going now."
Billy was on the other side. Him and his friend stopped.
"Dammit. I wanted to be funny and I failed. Let's go home."
"You said you'd buy me another one."
"Fine. I hope it's bitter, this one."
"You should buy one yourself while you're at it. Maybe you can actually make a joke next time."

Story #41 - Talking to...

I like my hair. Don't you? Of course you do. Everybody likes my hair. Look at how curly it is. And black. If I were to have spiders in here, I wouldn't know about it. Not like it would make much of a difference. Anyone who gets wrapped up in my strings can die, or lose a finger. It's that feisty. But you already know that.
Oh, I so miss hearing your voice, even if it was all brash, rude, raspy, even if you always said the dumbest things. I guess I feel nostalgic about the worst things. I shouldn't feel like that, considering how you treated me my whole life.
You always spat in my face. When I was happy, you told me I was showing off, you made me feel paranoid, made me afraid to be myself. Every smile I had was turned into a scowl. Every piece of laughter added to the music of sorrow.
When I finally moved away from, you had to follow me. You had to know every thing I did. Why? Why couldn't you let me go?
Well... I suppose I started to accept you after a while. That's why you're here.
I still wish I could get rid of you. And I'd want you back straight away.
Oh, why are you doing this to me, mirror?

Story #40 - Everybody wants everything handed

"Hmm, I wish I had a fairy around. I could have it give me all sorts of wishes."

"You called, master?"

"Huh?"

"I am your fairy, master."

"Where did you come from? Why is there light in this room? I was about to go to sleep and now I have aliens in my pad."

"I am not an alien. I am a fairy, and you wished for me to appear."

"Oh, yeah? So, can you give me wishes?"

"Yes."

"Okay. I wish I had a girl next to me."

"Very well... Poof."

"What's this?"

"A girl."

"This is a doll for children. What can I do with it? Pet its hair? Dress it up?"

"Be more specific next time."

"Fine. I want to not have a job ever again, but have enough money for the rest of my life."

"Very well... Poof."

"Let me check my bank account... Nope. Still the same amount."

"When you will pay for something, regardless of the amount, you will have it."

"Let me try that. I'm gonna buy...hmm...twenty bags of peanuts at five bucks a bag. That should be more than what I have. Checkout... Holy shit, it worked."

"I'm glad you like it."

"Okay. Here's another one. Whenever somebody wants something from, they'll forget it and praise me instead."

"Very well... Poof."

"I have a new text message. From Melanie. "You are amazing." Haha. I might be the first one that she complimented in her life."

"Is there anything else that you would like, master?"

"I have to sleep on it. I will tell you tomorrow."

"Very well... Poof."

"Wait. What did you do?"

"It is tomorrow already."

"But I'm exhausted. I haven't slept at all."

"Very well... 

"S..."

"... Poof."

Story #39 - Every kid dreams wildly

"Mommy, I know what I wanna be."
"What's that, Danny?"
"A thug."
"A what?"
"A thug, mommy. Like those people on the streets that go around with guns in their arms."
"Do you want to kill people, honey?"
"No, mommy. I want to protect people."
"Why don't you become a police officer?"
"Because they hurt innocent people."
"How can you say something like that?"
"It's true. I saw it on the news yesterday. A man was walking down the street, and he wanted to cross over. He let the cars go by, and crossed over once there were no more cars. Then the police man came and hit him over the head with the bat. Then he arrested him. I don't want to be like that."
"You can be a good officer, in that case."
"No, no, no. I don't want that. Thugs dress nicely, officers do not. Thugs have their own schedule, and they are charming, too."
"Darling, thugs are doing bad things to people. They sell drugs. They make you want to do things you don't want to do."
"I don't care, mommy. I will do them, and like it."
"What happened to your previous dreams?"
"Everybody is a footballer, a baseballer, a hockeyer, a basketballer. Plenty of others are astronauts, scientists, musicians, painters, artists. I never hear a story of someone wanting to be a thug."
"Because they know better. You should, too."
"I should, but I don't care. I want to be a thug."

Story #38 - Marriage mischief

"Come on, we've got a train to catch."
"We have time..."
"You said that an hour ago. You don't even have your bags packed. Heck. You're not even dressed."
"We have plenty of time. When's the train supposed to arrive?"
"In twenty."
"How long does it take us to get there?"
"Five."
"Five."
"Packing, getting into clothes, getting out of the house and making sure you don't forget something..."
"You still haven't done that? Boy, you're lazy. Instead of berating me for an hour, you could've done just that and we would've been outta here much sooner."
"Are you telling me that this is my fault?"
"Duh."
"Are you joking right now?"
"When is the train coming?"
"Eighteen."
"Better get a move along."
"And you?"
"Don't worry about me. Just let me know when there are ten left."

"There are ten left."
"Great."
He shut off the TV, stood up, grabbed his jeans, his t-shirt.
"Nine."
He grabbed his rucksack from behind the sofa. It was already made.
"Eight."
"I'm ready. Come on."
"Seven."
"Well? I'm at the door. What are you doing?"
"Counting the time."
"I don't have time for this. Come on already."
"Six."
"Fine. Stay here for all I care. I'm going. Bye."
He closed the door. Footsteps could be heard going down the stairs.
She looked at the table.
"He took the tickets, but I forgot to tell him that they're for tomorrow."

Story #37 - Don't have friends like these

It's getting dark. I've been in this house for four days. It was me and four friends. I'm alone right now. One after the other, night after night. All their stuff are in their rooms, yet no one was shocked afterward. Maybe they didn't care. Hell, they were even asking me if I knew whose belongings those were. I almost snapped. But I kept my composure and said that I was expecting some friends. I even gave their names, and they looked at me like people at the start of viral videos.
Anyway, it's getting dark.

The phones have stopped working this morning. I should've called the police right after Marie vanished, but I figured she went with Josh somewhere and was messing with everybody. All four of them were. I was wrong. If they were messing with me, why would they leave everything here, including their phones and wallets? Did they go out in their PJ's? Not those people. They couldn't get out of the house without gel in their hair, mascara, lipstick, make-up, and some other stuff that I have no idea what it is.

I've had this pizza ready for five minutes now. Popcorn, too. I can eat it all, but I don't want to. I want to share. Where are humans when you need them? I have to stop thinking about that. The movie is starting.

The house is silent, except for the TV and my mouth. And that's alright.

Thunder sounded off just now. It didn't come from the screen, nor from the outside. It came from behind me. Beyond the couch. I...don't want to look.
I'll pretend nothing happened, and just eat more pizza.

Another thunder. Louder. I fart. Loud. It smells. Something grabs my shoulder. It's bony.
"You are the last piece of my puzzle. I can be alive again."
Is what I heard in a shivered kind of a whisper. Gave me goosebumps. Made me drop the pizza. My hands started twitching. My hole started releasing more gas. I closed my eyes.

I don't know what happened after that, but I found myself in a cemetery, wearing the same clothes. Then I saw my friends talking right near a crypt. I blinked a couple of times, then I rubbed my eyes. It was them.
I decided to close my eyes again. Big mistake.