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Saturday, May 19, 2012

The Demon's Depressing Storybook


              Howdy everyone! I'm excited because I'm going to see the Avengers movie with the family tomorrow. I think that the Avengers movie, being about a team of superheroes can teach me about character interactions and naturally action scenes. (I try to learn what I can from anything I watch or read, like my post about how I learned about side characters from that Megaman comic) And even if the movie teaches me nothing the movie will still be pretty awesome! I also watched a mystery show with Mom and Grandma tonight. It's main characters were nice but it was hard to follow because it took place in a mansion with many servants about 8 of them plus several other characters. Just too many people to follow. I learned from that show to make sure I keep the character count down in a mystery. (I have an idea for a sci-fi mystery novel) Oh, only had like five seizures today so that was nice. Wow, I had quite the ramble for this post! Anyway, onto the flash fiction!

The Demon's Depressing Storybook
       “Why do you keep reading me all these sad stories!?” the young demon boy asked his father as the father turned the last page and said “the end”. “Why does everyone have to die, become sick, get poor, get brutally mangled, lose their friends or family, get eaten by birds, beheaded, drowned or poisoned? Why does everything end up bad!?”
        “These stories are here to show you how bad the world is without you having to learn it the hard way. Every young demon should know this.” the father demon explained to his son. “I don't want to give you any of the sugar coated garbage the angels give their kids. That's what this storybook is for, to teach you the attitude you need. Now go to bed I'll see you in the morning.” The young demon's purple blood boiled. He hated the stories. He wished he could change them. He got into bed and then as he got comfortable he glanced onto the floor and noticed he left his crayons on the floor and got an idea. He grabbed them and the book.
            The storybook his Dad used had many stories in it. The boy went to the first page of the story his Dad just read him. The story was titled The Demon Prince, Princess and the Evil Dragon Lord in it,
the Demon Prince had come to the very poor Kingdom of Sassin where there was a massive drought and the people were starving and half the populace had already starved and their only hope was that the Prince married the Princess and the wealth from his Kingdom would feed the people. But the Princess had been kidnapped by the dragon. The Prince went to save the dragon. When he dueled the dragon he was eaten, the princess was eaten and the Kingdom was left to starve to death. And that's where the story ended.
           The young demon boy grabbed his crayons and started editing. He used his red crayon to change the text, crossing out most of the old and using the rest to draw new pictures alongside changing the old. Now the Demon Prince came to the very poor Kingdom of Sassin, however there was no drought and nobody had died, they just didn't have enough money to buy neat things like television or video games. (He explicity stated this in his narration. The Prince had learned the Princess had been kidnapped so he went to rescue her. He met the dragon and when he drew his sword the dragon cowered as he was not mean he was just lonely and kidnapped Princess for company. So they went home to the Kingdom, became friends, The Prince and Princess married and they lived happily ever after. He noted they played lots of video games since the Prince came from a wealthy Kingdom and could afford them all.
         He didn't stop there. He edited every story in the book. Every ending became happy. Poison became soda. Frowns became smiles. Funerals became parties. People didn't fight, they fell in love. He also edited the stories his father hadn't read yet. Those he made the cheeriest. He wanted to make everything sad be happy so badly that it didn't cross his mind what his Dad's reaction would be. He went to bed and went through the next day with a smile.
        The father hoped he wouldn't get any whining out of his son when he opened up the storybook that night. The father usually read a sentence to himself before he read it aloud to avoid making mistake. When the father read the sentence his face grew ten times more red with anger. Though hardly anybody could actually tell, as a demon's skin was already nearly perfectly red to begin with. He finished reading the page before turning it to his son, in all its crayon-edited glory.
        “Could you explain to me why the 'evil bandit' is now the 'misunderstood bandit' and why the narration says that he 'secretly regrets stealing' and how 'everybody has enough money to get by even though they were stolen from so anybody reading this shouldn't worry' and also that 'nobody should worry BECAUSE NO VIDEO GAMES WERE STOLEN!?” the demon father yelled so loud it was as if somebody had pulled his horns out. “Explain yourself!”
        “I'm tired of all the sad stories.” the young demon boy mumbled deep under his breath, practically inaudible.
         “What was that!?” the father yelled.
The boy then grew furious himself, “I was tired of all the sad stories, all the bad endings. I made all the stories happy because that's how they should be!”
           “All the stories?” the father gasped. He then flipped through the pages, “You changed the ENTIRE BOOK!?”
           “YES! I know there's bad things in the world, but I want happy stories! I don't wanna hear sad things all the time!”
           “That's enough out of you! Your starting to sound like one of those happy-go-lucky sugar coating angels. I'm taking this book. And I'm taking these crayons so you don't get the chance to ruin ANOTHER book. I'm not going to read you a story, now you're just going to sit there and think until you go to sleep.” The young demon sat for a minute while the father glared at him.
           “You're right, I don't need a book. I just think up happy stories!” the young demon smiled.
           “That's not what I meant!” the father yelled.

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