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| Since I'm (just a bit) small, I would probably be like "Thomas, the Cat". |
'I will soon find out where she is, however,' said the star-gazer, as he looked through his glass; and he soon cried out, 'I see her afar off, sitting upon a rock in the sea, and I can spy the dragon close by, guarding her.' - from: The Four Clever BrothersMe? I think I’m in a “Dragon day”.
Dreaming about places where they (the dragons) are real.
Yeah, I went to sleep.
Image: The Princess and the Dragon - Grimm and Other Folk Tales
The blood color sheep was also known as the Devil sheep.
When the Devil sheep spots the green one, she soon tries to engage in a conversation with that interesting specimen.
- Hello,
- Hello…
- Do you know you look like food?
- Do you know you are a monobrow being?
- Do not call me monobrow! I’m a devil!
- Right. Of course you are.
And the green and red sheep fought. It was an epic battle, that no one witnessed.
The monobrow sheep, sorry, red sheep, got her ass kicked, obviously, since the green sheep was used to fight everyday to save her fleece.
- We should scram, you know, get away from this dump.
- And go were?
- Who cares? The sky is the limit! We could buy a bike, join a gang and feel the wind in our fleece as we ride till sunset.
- We are sheep.
- Don’t underestimate yourself!
(To be continued...)
Story by: Snow White
Worst art ever also by: Snow White
All the other sheep, at least once a day, ended up finding themselves trying to chew up the strange looking sheep's fleece.
But, one day, everything in the green sheep's everyday changed, when the sheep, with fleece as red as blood, appeared!
Here she is:
So there I was, in that freezing cold weather, with no coat, only in my night t-shirt and barefooted. What a great idea, the one I had just five minutes ago, to come outside for a smoke, and forget the damn fucking keys inside the house. Just perfect, couldn’t love living alone more than at this precise moment. As if. Dammit, not even my imagination was helping me to bare this cold night weather. And, to worsen the situation, of course there was no one walking on the streets. I might as well be living in the woods right now, that the outcome would be the same. Where is a robber when you fucking need one? Or a rapist? No, forget the rapist idea, that wouldn’t be good. “Ok, stop thinking about being raped now”. The night turned creepy with all its shadows, and I would have to accept the situation I got myself into, and manage to just stay quiet till morning. And then, when the sun starts to shine, and the nearest café owners cross the street to open for business, I’ll borrow their phone to call my mom and see if she can bring me my spare set of keys. Fast.
But then, when I was starting to calm down “that” happened. A huge spaceship landed right in front of me. Oh…my…god. The spaceship from my imagination was there, here, in my world, right in front of me. In front of my naked eyes. This can’t be, damn you writers that say that imaginary things can’t come to life. I’ll shove this spacecraft up your asses and hear you say “ohh ohh it isn’t real”. That sounded like you were enjoying it, it’s not suppose to be enjoyable. I’m so screwed now, I’m a tough ass chick when the world I’m living in is all in my head, but outside, outside I’m just a short haired woman, skinny and small. She’s going to crush me. Oh yes she will, I could see the preview of the next minutes playing in my mind. “Ok, act tough, all rests in acting as you act in your imagination”.
- You fucking Whore! – She screamed, while she jumped from the spaceship to the ground.
I froze. Yeah I fucking froze, she was tall, with long hair that almost reached her waistline, and with an attitude as fierce as a wild cat's. Her eyes were menacing.
- You can’t be here. – I must say I didn’t sound very convincing while speaking, with my voice shaking a bit and with goose bumps all over my body. But, as a side note, the cold weather was partially responsible for that last part too.
- You bitch, unprogram him! Now! Or I’ll blast your brain! – And she pointed the very real gun, that came from my imagination, right at me.
- What? “Unprogram”? What the fuck do you mean with that? It’s not like I can actually do that, technically I never even touched him. That’s not even a word. – People sometimes aren’t very coherent when they are scared, so pardon my English will you?
And, it was then, that I finally saw him. He came from my imagination but he was different from how I imagined him. Was that even possible? His hair was darker, almost black, and his eyes were also black, or a very dark green, and he seemed more fierce than the sad human creation that was once only living in my mind. To sum up the description, he was hot, trust me, smoking hot. Tall as a tree and with a body that seemed hard as one. He looked at me with an angry stare, and I felt my knees shaking a bit. Bloody hell, what was I thinking when I discarded him in my mind?
But then, I came to my senses and there I was, with no keys to enter my house and being kidnapped by my imaginary beings.
- Take us inside. Now. - She ordered me in a cool tone of voice now.
- I can’t, even if I wanted I wouldn’t be able, I left my keys insi…
“BAM”, and the man, I’ll call him a man now and no more a discarded creation, had just knocked down my entrance door. The nice and pretty blue door of my house was ruined. He had more manners when he belonged to me. Oh God, have some mercy on my being... I liked it, his attitude, so rude and sort of sexy. He wasn’t very amused though.
Well, at least my problem was half solved, I only needed to call someone to fix my door in the morning. That is, if I was still alive in the morning. But now, inside my comfortable house and sited on my black couch, with the light of my computer gleaming on top of the table right next to me, I felt much better.
- What is this? – She asked me while pointing at my computer. – Can this unprogram him?
- I told you, I can’t do that. This is just a computer, I write my stories in there, I wrote about you both in there, there’s nothing I can do for him.
And then she fell to her knees, it was a pitiful sight. It made me feel superior right away.
- Then I can’t do anything for him too, he doesn’t respond to me, he’s mechanic, he follows your orders, he says “I love you” with his mechanic voice and I feel like I’m going crazy. I’ll turn insane soon if he doesn’t stop acting like that. I’m not a little girl anymore, I need a man, lust, love, pleasure and some kind of desire. This shit can’t be one sided. I can’t take it anymore.
It was all very dramatic, and for a second there, I feared that the brains she would probably blast that night, it would be her own.
Then, I got up from the couch, and patted her in the back. To my surprise she didn’t move. Then I had an idea, not brilliant, but they came from my mind right? So anything could work.
- My darling, I think that you just need a pet, and trust me, in this world you can have any man you want as a pet. – It was true, she was insanely beautiful.
- I want him. Unprogram Arkin for me.
“Arkin”, so that was the name of the man standing there, at the entrance of the door, looking at both of us with a cold gaze. He was a “thing”, passed on from hand to hand. That last thought made my heart feel a sharp pain for a second or two.
- Oh jeez, will you stop that, I can’t unprogram him or whatever you want me to do, can’t you understand that by now? Plus, I really need to pee. Desperately. Can I go alone or will you have to escort me to the bathroom?
- Just go. – she seemed disgusted by my words.
While in the bathroom, I took my sweet time, and, before I left, I even brushed my hair and my teeth.
At the living room, were the three of us were staying before, only Arkin remained. And he spoke, for the first time.
- She left me to you.
- Oh, she did?
I could imagine her pulling herself together and standing up. And I could see her in my mind saying a brief goodbye to him and getting out of my house without looking back. I must admit that I’m quite found of her, she’s truly tough. Outside my door, or, what’s left of it, the spaceship made little sound while flying away.
- What do you want me to do? – He said, in a very defiant tone.
“What the fuck? You are my creation, don’t talk to me like that”, I thought. He didn’t seem mechanic at all, just revolted and probably hurt. He lived in my imaginary memories, no big deal for me, but his whole life were those imaginary things. In the end, it really was a bit sad. But, honestly, who cares? I’m the writer, not the hero, so:
- Just strip your clothes off.
He blushed, I thought that was a very cute reaction.
And to think that I started this adventure by being afraid of some douchebag raping me while the morning didn’t arrive…
But don’t worry, and don’t pity him, Arkin enjoyed as much as I did what came after those last words of mine.
(This is NOT a real continuation, there is no continuation for Intergalactic rebels, this was just me, relieving stress.)
Story by: Snow White
(Image: Luis Royo)
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