Whrandom Writings

Mrs Vampire was sitting on the couch watching television. Her teenage daughter, Suzy vampire walks through the front.

Mrs Vampire exclaims “Why honey, I thought you were gonna be gone all night for your date. What happened?”

Suzy throws down her coat in a huff “He was was jerk and he lied to me, so… I came home!” She sits down, puffs up her cheeks and exclaims “Jerk!”

Mrs Vampire  comfort her daughter “That’s a shame, after all that talk about him being a positive young man.”

“That’s just the thing mom” Suzy says. “He wasn’t positive at all! He was B negative!”

Albert II’s eyes came into focus, with lights glowing softly over head. They dance lightly in and out of view. He tilts his head forward and realizes that he’s being pulled by the end of his space suit by two dogs. Yet, somethings not right. He feels a chill up his tail into his spine.
“Something’s terribly wrong” Albert II surprises himself that he’s able to talk but before even given the chance to think about it, his mouth goes agape. He’s not being dragged by Dogs.
“Dogs don’t have 6 legs!” The creatures turn their gaze towards him and Abert II goes into shock and screams
“Dogs don’t have 4 compound eyes and green fur and terrible.. terrible  and and and OHOHH AAHHH AHHH AHH
ALIENS OHH AHH AHH! ”
His adrenaline kicks in and he unbuckles his pants and flings himself back with such force that the creatures stumble forwards having lost the mass of the macaque. Albert with arms outstretched and with the gentleness of a natural acrobat landed in handstand and through instinct alone. Through the training he had seized in Astrochimp training he grabs at the opportunity and gently let his momentum swing around and he thrust out. ZOOM! he flies like a javelin at the one of the aliens and strikes it in the face, knocking it unconscious. The other aliens turns to face the attacker, but Albert II has already climbed the side of the wall and is coming down with an aerial attack. He buries his furry fist deep into the aliens skull and down it goes down as well.
Albert II after assessing the that all hostiles had been neutralized slumps down with eyes furrowed begins to think.
Stuck behind enemy lines, location unknown.
He feels the weight of the situation on him and it pushes him down, his eyes glaze over and eyelids begin to close and he remembers. The light, the soothing beautiful light, and the horror that  followed. He jumps back, heart poounding, like it was about to burst out of his chest.
“That’s right, this is no time to be dozing…” he stops, he’s not alone, and from out the shadows  another creature jumps out and tackles him and they both tumble about the floor. A pain rushes through him as the attacker’s jaws clamp down on his left leg.  Albert II clasps his hands together and brings them down like a hammer into the creatures side and it gives out a might yelp.

“Инопланетной нечисти!” the creature screams.
Albert II is stunned “Wait! I know that language. That’s Russian!”
The creature stops as well. Taking a few steps back stepping back into the light. A dog in a cosmonaught suit is reveleaved. She begins to growl.
“гух! Американский мразь!” and leaps at Albert II again.

To Tino the bird, who died last night.

Tino the bird lived in a dirty cage
He ate what we gave him and drank dirty water every day
He lived in solitude, alone and the cold he braved
Suffered winds, rains, raccoon and even the occasional hawk
And every time we opened his cage he moved away in disdain
And bites those who would dare to get close to him
Yet within his rusted cage he looked out and talked to every-bird he heard
He sang for every noise made
Whether crow, finch, or seagull he played
A song always coming from his noble brain
Now he is no more, just a birds body lying on the bottom of the cage floor
Nevermore to sing for those who would visit his door
Goodbye Tino the bird
Your pain and song is done

Sometimes, emotions become too much and in order to deal with them. I do whatever works. This time they grew and grew until they became too much. They grew and bloomed until i walked into a room with Atlas.

Towering above me, looming. Then the door, by their own force alone. Closed behind me.

….

A attendant leads a group of tourist through a hall, she addresses them and you without looking back.

“And these are the doors leading into one of the many thoughts of your friend and my mine.”

The attendant smiles.

“As you can see there are all shape and sizes and colors, the colors represent the emotions that our friend feels as he is having thoughts, the rooms represent thoughts themselves.”

A small hand raises from the back of the tour.

The attendant turns to the patron and before given a chance to speak the attendant screams.

“How should I know?!”

There is a silence…

The attendant smiles

“Anywho… In order to ensure the safety of the tour. All doors are locked and each lock is separated with a different key.” The attendant looks around and waves at you almost to impart a secret.

“Luckily… Tooday… We have accesssss…. To a neeewly created…

Door!”  the attendant screams again. This time with a jump and squeal.

You could see that the attendant loved their job.

“come right this way” as the attendant leaves you down a long corridor filled with doors. Doors of all kinds sizes and colors like the attendant had said before. New ones for that matter. They are tall marble doors. Corinthian pillars adorned. Yet, with each passing step. Each one grew darker and darker until they were so black. They seem to suck the light from the air around them.

“Let’s not dilly dally. Those doors are too dark and nasty.” And with each passing step the color and brightness did return until we are at a door. A grey one which kinda matched the floor.

“Here we are, now even though the thought has been recorded please keep your voices down. Enjoy and thank your for touring the mind. We welcome you to stop by anytime”

and with that the heavy marble doors open into a plain room, almost a museum and there in the middle stood a giant, nay kneeling. holding all the heavens upon his shoulders.

He spoke.

“For I am Atlas. Son of Lapetus. Forced to withhold the Heavens from the Earth for all time.”

“Did not Hercules release you from such heavy burdens”

“That was that and this is now.”

“I am sorry Atlas for this is my mind and I do not wish to see you burdened anymore.”

In his place I stood  two pillars and with a thank you, he left.