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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