“Words are
meaningless”
Noah
Webster* #quote
Today ninjas
showed up and I had tea with them. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
Harry's
Errand
Harry went to
the grocery store, a bland errand for a bland man like him. He went
there in bland, society standard jeans and t-shirt. He lived a life
of being nothing in particular. The man defined the generic and in
the middle of things. A haircut neither short nor long, eyes a middle
between brown and black and hair as well. His skin even met in the
middle of everything. People could only think of him as Harry. Bland
as an errand to a grocery store.
Though this
bland man wouldn't have a bland trip to the grocery store all the
time. A vortex opened in the milk isle and a bizarre being made of
ghostly white mist stepped through and spoke to him.
“As you stand
alone in this store isle I will judge your worth for being a savior.
A Chosen One to save a far off realm,” the entire grocery froze in
time besides the both of them, the loud, haunting voice of the
creature unheard of by others.
“Okay,”
Harry replied in an unemotional voice.
After a few
seconds of thought the creature said, “Sorry, but you are too
boring and bland to be a Chosen One. No one will follow you. I have
to go somewhere else.” The creature vanished and time began to flow
normally.
“Whatever,”
Harry said. He continued his bland errand and his bland life
thereafter. Betty however, a fun, unique girl was visited by the
creature later. She was nothing but bland and was whisked away on an
adventure. Pity she had to die to save the far off world and all the
people in it. A noble sacrifice for millions but a sacrifice
nonetheless.
One advantage
to being bland is you tend to be picked less to do things.
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