Unbalanced Darling

Wonderland 2.0

They made her wear a long checkered coat that matched the background.

"Color. Style. It's intentional, darling," said the director.

The multitude of patterns gave her a headache.

Then, they added a huge hat. "For balance," they said.

"This is very Alice-like," she muttered.

The director smiled a condescending smile.

"Ever directed a play, darling?"

"No."

"Well then... This stage. It's different! New!"

"What?! It's a ripoff from Burton's!"

"Out," shouted the director. "Out, now!"

OK, time to call Mr. B and let him know he was right. This copycat wouldn't be calling anyone else "darling" for a long time.

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Scroll

 

Island of Lost Dreams

"The scroll, please"

Amidst the perplexing disarray of intentions (everyone darted in different directions), one of the monks tripped.

"So?"

They said the turmoil was such that no one fetched the scroll.

"Considering the monk's broken leg will stay broken for a while, someone, get the scroll."

Everyone hurried.

After a while...

"There are two scrolls, Father. Which one...?"

He took a deep breath. There are two, they said... Two scrolls, one broken leg. And he felt like strangling someone and shoving a scroll down someone's throat. Then, there would be only one.

Hell. That's where he was heading, Hell.

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Host

 

Milk Wood

"A plate full of love," she said, looking at the heart-shaped biscuits and blinking her eyes slowly, like a cat.

He frowned.

She raised her voice to a higher pitch. "You don't think so?"

Careful, he thought. Never ever contradict a host holding a plate.

"Valentine?" She insisted. "Love and all that?"

He nodded. Pink little hearts...

"Fine, don't say anything. I'll toss them in the garbage."

He nodded.

That's when that plate flew in his direction.

The gash on his head wasn't the shape of a heart.

That love wasn't meant to happen. He just hated pink freaking biscuits.

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Superhero

 

Milk Wood

Ding, ding, ding.

No one's home, not even the one you're looking for.

And who am I looking for, he thought. He didn't know.

Ding, ding, ding.

Why isn't anyone here? He didn't know.

And he thought he was special.

Ding, ding, ding.

The harder he hit that bell, the angrier he got.

He was the one, he was THE one.

Ding, DING.

Anyone? Someone?

When they finally caught up with him, he was at the counter, hitting that bell with hatred in his eyes.

"Back home with you, mister."

Ding...

Home? Superman never dresses in white. He hated home.

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