Thank you for reading. This is my very first fiction, so it may not be the greatest of all stories, but I tried!
Haymaker
By Agustus
As perfect as it seemed, life would always steer you the hell away from the easy way.
It was mid June, a hot morning, as a young boy walked down a dusty old brick road. He took a bite out of a sandwich he was holding, looking ahead at the end of the bricks. Man, he said to himself, stopping to look around him, I wonder what mom really sent me out here for.
His name was Barnard. As much as people wanted to call him Barney, he never let them. He was 15, about 5.11, with square glasses and brown hair. He had stubble across his face, and his hair didn’t go more than exactly five centimeters past his ears. He wore an old dusty blazer jacket, an old white cotton sleeved shirt, blue slacks, and a green tie. He wore black leather boots, similar to the ones the gangsters wore that he saw on the news a day prior.
He slowly let himself fall to the ground, resting his back on a purplish rock. Then he realized, rocks aren’t purple. He fell back, dropping the sandwich he was holding, as the rock suddenly turned, revealing large, strawberry like eyes. The thing looked at him, with an inquisitive look. I reminded him of something he had seen in his brother’s study guide once.
What is that thing? He thought to himself. As he put his hand to his chin, he noticed the bug running to his feet. It dashed to the sandwich, chirping something similar to, “Veno-gnat.”
“Hey!” he shouted, looking down at the large eyed bug. “That was my lunch!”
The bug seemed to laugh at him, still chirping that same sound, as his face grew red in rage.
The bug ran, hiding behind a bush nearby. “I’ll show you,” he said, wondering what he would do. He looked to his right. A young girl, maybe 13, was walking by him. He looked at her, drooling. Then he snapped back. “I need this,” he said, grabbing the bag on her shoulder from her. He opened it, dropping out everything. Wallet, Mints, goodness, who carries a soldering iron with them?
“Um, hello?”
Barnard turned, to see a the girl, maybe an inch shorter than he was, glaring him. She had black, short hair, and was wearing all green.
“Good morning, ma’am,” he said, fox walking towards the bush nearby that the Venonat was hiding.
“I, like, have to study,” the girl said, with that stereotypical voice.
“Not now, busy.”
“What are you…” she was cut off.
“Shh… hold on,” Barnard said, placing his finger on her lips. He slowly returned to creeping towards the bush.
He leapt, making the girl behind him fall back on what really was a rock. At that precise moment, Barnard leapt, trapping the little bug right in its place, causing it to submit. He encased it with the empty purse, waiting for it to stop wiggling around. The purse wiggled a bit, until it finally stopped. Barnard held the purse up, doing the Hustle as he was too focused on the first Pokemon he caught to see the girl behind him look like she was a time bomb.
“Thank you!” Barnard shouted at the girl, running, still holding her purse, but forgetting his lunch. “GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!” she shouted, but Barnard was too far to hear her shouting and cursing at him.
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Thank you for reading!
Agustus
Haymaker
By Agustus
As perfect as it seemed, life would always steer you the hell away from the easy way.
It was mid June, a hot morning, as a young boy walked down a dusty old brick road. He took a bite out of a sandwich he was holding, looking ahead at the end of the bricks. Man, he said to himself, stopping to look around him, I wonder what mom really sent me out here for.
His name was Barnard. As much as people wanted to call him Barney, he never let them. He was 15, about 5.11, with square glasses and brown hair. He had stubble across his face, and his hair didn’t go more than exactly five centimeters past his ears. He wore an old dusty blazer jacket, an old white cotton sleeved shirt, blue slacks, and a green tie. He wore black leather boots, similar to the ones the gangsters wore that he saw on the news a day prior.
He slowly let himself fall to the ground, resting his back on a purplish rock. Then he realized, rocks aren’t purple. He fell back, dropping the sandwich he was holding, as the rock suddenly turned, revealing large, strawberry like eyes. The thing looked at him, with an inquisitive look. I reminded him of something he had seen in his brother’s study guide once.
What is that thing? He thought to himself. As he put his hand to his chin, he noticed the bug running to his feet. It dashed to the sandwich, chirping something similar to, “Veno-gnat.”
“Hey!” he shouted, looking down at the large eyed bug. “That was my lunch!”
The bug seemed to laugh at him, still chirping that same sound, as his face grew red in rage.
The bug ran, hiding behind a bush nearby. “I’ll show you,” he said, wondering what he would do. He looked to his right. A young girl, maybe 13, was walking by him. He looked at her, drooling. Then he snapped back. “I need this,” he said, grabbing the bag on her shoulder from her. He opened it, dropping out everything. Wallet, Mints, goodness, who carries a soldering iron with them?
“Um, hello?”
Barnard turned, to see a the girl, maybe an inch shorter than he was, glaring him. She had black, short hair, and was wearing all green.
“Good morning, ma’am,” he said, fox walking towards the bush nearby that the Venonat was hiding.
“I, like, have to study,” the girl said, with that stereotypical voice.
“Not now, busy.”
“What are you…” she was cut off.
“Shh… hold on,” Barnard said, placing his finger on her lips. He slowly returned to creeping towards the bush.
He leapt, making the girl behind him fall back on what really was a rock. At that precise moment, Barnard leapt, trapping the little bug right in its place, causing it to submit. He encased it with the empty purse, waiting for it to stop wiggling around. The purse wiggled a bit, until it finally stopped. Barnard held the purse up, doing the Hustle as he was too focused on the first Pokemon he caught to see the girl behind him look like she was a time bomb.
“Thank you!” Barnard shouted at the girl, running, still holding her purse, but forgetting his lunch. “GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!” she shouted, but Barnard was too far to hear her shouting and cursing at him.
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Thank you for reading!
Agustus