Misfit Dreams' Stories

Not so Sweet Home

2008-05-30T11:45:26Z

Rough hands propelled me forward and around the side of a home I knew I would never live in. It didn’t seem to matter how fast I shuffled it just wasn’t fast enough. I took in what little I could of my surroundings at the pace that was set for me.

There was a man to the left trimming the bushes into rather complicated shapes. I could see him pause and shake his leg as if something was crawling on it. The glint of the chain that ran from his ankle off into the grass was the last thing I saw before I rounded the corner.

I stumbled and almost stopped at the extreme contrast of what I had witnessed up until this moment clashed with what I was seeing. For every finery and embellishment I had passed these sad little shacks lacked. Where the main house was made of stunning brick these were made of wood. Dilapidated, unpainted, worn, wood that was so warped everything seemed to cant in every direction at once.

A jab to my kidneys propelled me forward and reality hit me with two words. “Welcome home.”

I am... (200something Challenge)

2008-05-19T22:31:39Z

I AM …

I am alone.
I wonder if I will always feel this way.
I hear laughter and wonder at the joke.
I see the smiles that surround me and wonder when I lost mine.
I want to join in the laughter.
I am alone.
~

I pretend that everything is fine.
I feel like my world has shattered.
I touch my hand to my chest expecting to not feel my heart beat within.
I worry that even though it beats strongly it just hasn’t realized it’s shattered.
I cry from sorrow that is too much to bear.
I am alone.
~

I understand the pain is never ending.
I say that everything is fine as I smile and nod to those that surround me.
I dream of all that I have lost.
I try not to cry in my sleep and to seek peace.
I hope one day that the pain will end.
I am alone.

Optional (Make me Laugh Challenge)

2008-05-16T09:14:26Z

“What is that?” I pressed my face up against the car window.

“A cow.” My mom replied in the same tone she used for the other seven billion questions I had asked. “It’s where milk comes from.”

“Ohhh! Look!” I pointed and jumped around in the car seat. “That’s optional and that’s white and that’s chocolate!”

“What?” Confused she looked back in the rear view mirror at me.

“The one with spots is optional.” I replied. I was proud of showing off the big word I had learned at school and figuring out the big secret.

“Optional?”

I sighed, in the way only a six year old can, and replied, “Yeah, it’s white and black so you can get chocolate and white milk out of it.”

“Really? What about Strawberry”

I looked at her a bit confused because she was making these strange noises and the car was slowing down. I figured she was the big person she should already know this stuff. So, in a slightly annoyed tone I replied, “Mom, you know where that comes from. We just bought some. Quik with the bunny on the can?”

I'm going to be.. (When I grow up challenge)

2008-05-12T08:54:30Z

I’m going to be a superhero when I grow up. I don’t know what my super power is going to be but it will be a great super power. It’ll be so great that Marvel will wish they had thought of it. It’ll be so great that everyone will be in awe of it.

I grew up and I am a super hero. I can’t leap tall buildings in a single bound but I can totally make any owie stop hurting with just a kiss. I don’t have x-ray vision but I do have eyes in the back of my head. So you better stop making those faces, hey, I see you! I can’t freeze anyone in place with freezing breath but I can stop any fight with just a glare. I don’t have a photographic memory but I can remember every detail of that elaborate story that was spun last week. I can’t travel back in time to catch anyone in the act but I can make you wonder if I was actually there watching when you get caught.

I didn’t grow up and get to blow things up with just the power of my mind. I just grew up to be a Mom.

Just Your Normal Farm

2008-05-10T06:44:02Z

Not far from a very small town that was long forgotten was a farm. This farm was like any other farm that you might come across. Almost.

To the casual observer what was laid out before them was row upon row of corn. Depending on the time of year and how the crop was doing you might see the various vines and other ground growth beyond that. The absence of large machinery, of farm hands, or even animals was never noticed. Everything appeared just how it should. It was just a normal farm, growing the normal crops.

Yet if you looked deeper you might just find that it wasn’t exactly what it appeared to be.

There were indeed row upon row of tall stalks only it wasn’t ears of corn that grew upon them. It was just ears. Ears of every shape, color and size. There were small vines that grew every color of eye you could desire. Trees that bore hands of all shapes and sizes instead of fruit.

Shipments left this farm daily headed for a very unremarkable factory. Each bound for some very remarkable task.

Going Down

2008-05-08T13:13:01Z

“That had to have hurt!”

Liz wasn’t the least bit surprised the racket had gotten someones attention. She wasn’t even surprised she didn’t hear them come up behind her. She was surprised she could even hear them say anything at all over the sound of her heart pounding in her ears. “I.. uhh.. he.. I just turned the corner and he was there. I ran into him and he just went flying backwards down the stairs.”

“I’d say he went down and down some more.”

“Listen!” Liz whirled around scathing words on the tip of her tongue about how this wasn’t a time to crack jokes.

“What? You act like you’ve never seen a talking dog before.” The small black terrier looked up at her with what could only be described as a look of doggy annoyance.

“So, this is what happens when you finally lose it. You kill someone and then stray dogs start talking to you.” She muttered to herself while slowly backing away from what had to be a figment of her imagination.

Quiet Disdain

2008-05-08T00:55:41Z

She knows how he sees her. She sees it in his eyes every time she looks at him. That dismissive way he seems to look right through her.

She sees herself the same way. The wrinkles around the corners of her eyes. The drooping at the corners of her mouth. Her hair, her glorious mane of hair, dull now due to the effort to hide the gray.

She doesn’t know why he is apologizing. It’s her fault, she must not have tried her best. It takes all her self control to walk around him as he kneels on the floor pleading with her. How she hates him in that moment. No, how she hates herself in that moment. That very moment when she realizes that he knows, he has always know, it would come to this. Didn’t he set the wheels in motion with his quiet disdain?

An utter calm and sense of peace overcomes her when she walks out into the fresh air and warmth of the day. How easy it would be to keep walking and just not turn around.

She opened the mailbox and carefully reached her hand in, “Finally..”

Translation via the Internet

2008-05-07T21:45:59Z

What is it saying?

How would I know?

Aren’t you supposed to know?

Why would I know?

Maybe because you have been observing it longer?

It is the same thing every time. It’s nonsense sounds.

It’s obviously not nonsense everyone but us knows what it is saying.

Is there any more..

No, you ate it all.

Think we can ask for more of that…

If you get to work on the translation.

Fine.

Much later they watched Ian finally leave. It had been a long day of going through what seemed like nothing but nonsense. It had caused their eyes to twitch and if they could have they would have banged their heads against a wall in frustration.

Do you have the note?

Yes. It was a simple….

I don’t need to know just leave the note I need to get some rest.

They left the carefully crafted note right where the chocolate bars had been left the day before. It simply said, “More plz k thx bye”

Dopplewho?

2008-05-07T06:42:44Z

“Really, you..me..I..” James sighed and leaned forward in the chair and motioned towards the door, “That gets done three more times.”

James just looked at his mirror image and back towards the door. He was sure this was some type of parlor trick. He carefully walked around the chair looking for mirrors or anything else that might rationally explain this. One of his friends probably passed this guy on the street and thought it would be a wonderful gag. He, or she, had gotten the rest of the gang together and they had tied one on and thought up this whole little show. Well, he wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction. No sir. Not him.

“There weren’t any mirror’s last time either. No camera’s. You haven’t been slipped any drugs. This isn’t a dream. Oh for the love of…” James sighed and leaned back into the chair once more as he watched himself go back out the door. “Okay. One down, two more to go and we can get down to business. I just hope I don’t pinch myself again. It still hurts.”