Monday, May 28, 2012

Sammy Stink parts I and II


Sammy Stink goes to the Dentist



There was once a fair maiden of average proportion who lived alone in her small cottage among the blackberry brambles on the outskirts of a humble village. Her name was Gwendolyn Pocket, with long blonde hair and eyes that sting.
            One day, she thought she would treat herself to crabcakes, and so ventured to the fish market on the other side of the village. The fish vendor caught her eye. She had spoken to him before. His name was Fernando Basura.
            As he meticulously wrapped her order, Gwen spontaneously asked what would have to happen so that they may marry. Fernando said he would have to strike it rich so he could spend time with his wife and children and not have to work any longer. She walked away with her crabcakes, smiling hopefully.
            She wandered into the antique store on the way out of the market and went directly to the back of the store where she found the lamp she was drawn to. She rubbed it to get a better look at the pattern and conjured SAMMY STINK, a genie who appears as a seven-year-old boy with a dark goatee.
            Sammy offered three wishes and Gwendolyn talked him into letting her think about it. She could not afford the lamp and had to steal it in her purse, walking out with Sammy’s hand in hers. She purposely left the market in a roundabout way so Fernando would not see her, but he did anyway smoking a cigarette, naturally suspicious, jealous even of Sammy.
            Gwendolyn decided, of course, to make Fernando stinking rich with her first wish. He won the lottery some days later and eventually married Gwen. Shortly after she made her first wish, she made her second, that Sammy would pose as her human son so she could prolong her third wish without it being too awkward.
            Fernando didn’t know about Sammy until they were already married and always had trouble adjusting to his presence. Gwen liked having him around, so Fernando made the most of it.








            Sammy Stink complained one night at dinner, about a toothache. Fernando didn’t seem to care and Gwendolyn didn’t believe him because she realized his mortality still, even though Sammy himself was in fact becoming attached, becoming human.
            He went by himself the next day to the dentist, by advice of Fernando (to whom his relationship was also becoming vague); the office of Dr. Jules Whitaker. When the doctor looked in Sammy’s mouth, they were horrified: two rows of mangled, rotting disaster. Jules didn’t know where to begin, left Sammy disappointed saying it would cost “millions.”
            “How can I afford that?” Sammy thought as he meandered home. He eventually decided to ask Fernando, who he knew was heir to a fortune, though Sammy was reluctant to bother him. Fernando initially refused, and recoiled in horror at the sight of Sammy’s mouth. In embarrassment and anger, Sammy innocently killed Fernando.
            Sammy stole the money and went back to the dentist. Upon the doctor seeing the money, it turned to sand and burned from their perspective. Jules was flabbergasted at the vision and made a reason for Sammy why they could not accept it and successfully turned Sammy away.
            When he got home, the police were there waiting for Sammy, who then took him away. Gwendolyn had called them when arriving home to a bloody mess. She was crying. When Sammy finally left prison after serving his life sentence, and having forgotten his own immortality, remained in a world long after his master had died without making her third wish.

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

F.R.t.a.G.I. & C.o.T.F.T.I.T.E.


Freeform Response to a Graven Image

A proclivity for disobedience, that’s all. When she said she was no good, that all she would be is trouble, I thought she understood what a curse is. She had no black cloud around her head, and she knew right from wrong. But her lip quivered as she confessed that I would never see her again, and I only wish I had knew her a little better so I might argue that she’s so full of shit.
            She did her best to hide the obvious, like clutching water or sand only to become covered. Her plain clothes fit loose enough to make out her perfect form that she only could feel shame for. She wanted to break from her own skin to find no other, but simply to vanish forever.
            I’m not afraid of dying, and if I become afraid of anything I just move on. I didn’t know what a naysayer was and that every single piece of evidence I gathered to remember was for my own contextual benefit, while they had their own for telling me. I kept the ball rolling far beyond their expectation because of what they didn’t know I already knew.

Casualties, or The First Time I Took Ecstasy

            “Kiss it and make it better,” she said as I went from slumping to cringing in my squeaky chair. She leaned across the table and made sure I was watching. The triangle formed between our eyes and her body as I quickly disappeared.
            Flags were going up, my blood was filling my dry cavities of my head and I was trying to find words I would only utter upon my departure. She ripped her clothes off and felt my hair with her tiny tongue. The grease and saliva turned ghost yellow upon bonding and froze there. She too hardened as she waited to be moved, to a clean sheet, to a desolate dream about everyone we used to know and hope we could make that last forever.
            Her hot breath drew me in, I could not look away. We pierced each other with our parents’ arrows, with a promise of good health and suffering. I don’t think she considered our outstanding relationship and track record as she sucked the soul out of my window. I was traveling for a distant moon, a plate of cheese that I would have thrown up if I was any younger, with a palate only ready for the bland, wet and tasteless. It had become dark without me noticing and she was nowhere to be found. I felt so used, so ready, I needed it again and scrounged the couch and floor for any trace of me, an offering to the vicious jaws and permeating space.