Heathcliff
Heathcliff had a list.
It wasn’t for groceries or school supplies. The paper wasn’t college ruled. In fact, the dimensions and texture proved
quite mind boggling. It looked burnt.
How and why Heathcliff wrote on it or saw anything he put down was a prevalent
observation. Rumors started it was
joke-shop parchment used to cheat on tests.
But he never had it out during tests and a teacher couldn’t easily miss
something so easily distinguishable.
The real reason for the paper was far more fantastic than
any perceived. Heathcliff was practicing an ancient form of sorcery. Being on the smart and quiet side he had
never quite fit in. This led others to
pick on him. Sorcery seemed to thus have
all the answers. He could get his
revenge clandestinely with seemingly no chance of retribution. You might be
thinking of old movies where magic comes back with equal force on the
conjurer. Heathcliff was much too smart
for this. The negative energy was instead channeled to a generator and sold
back as clean power to the local electrical cooperative. His parents got a tax deduction and everyone
was happy; except his enemies that is.
Josh Bautista woke up one morning to find his head two
times smaller than normal. At first he was elated, thinking a new workout and
muscle supplements had finally paid off.
Any illusions, however, were broken as it continued getting
smaller. His girlfriend Millie literally
gasped and fainted as she saw him walking to his locker that day, thinking him
beheaded. It was seemingly a large price
to pay for questioning Heathcliff’s argument in Social Studies. How dare he deny my claim the world is
metaphorically flat!
By all accounts, Josh had had it relatively easy. Rob Mullins was debating in speech class when
for seemingly no reason he took down green curtains from the window, garbed himself and
pretended to be Robin Hood. The principal was called in immediately but Rob
refused to back down. He insisted
Principal was short for Prince John and demanded his lands back. When pressured
further he ran out the door into a nearby forest shouting for his merry men. Heathcliff finally achieved his revenge for
losing the third-grade Spelling Bee. No one will remember accordion had two “c’s”!
Somewhere between shrunken heads and English folklore
Heathcliff realized sorcery could benefit himself in the same ways it harmed
Josh and Rob. He wrote his name on the
parchment underneath the others with the intention of becoming a shrimp; a
graceful creature he had long admired.
Unfortunately, for Heathcliff that particular marine animal was on the
school lunch menu and he became an exceptionally large cocktail.
I think the knock knock joke's far crazier. I should have read this before counseling because I really, really liked it. I was smiling quite gleefully at the end. And perhaps I should discuss this with her...
ReplyDeleteYes, indeed, I am liking your blog. Again, maybe with the counseling need.
Thank you, Jeannette :D Happy to make you smile!
DeleteYour hopes are matched by life.
ReplyDeleteWell done!
Must be a slow day for crazy ;-)
DeleteShrimp. Num-num-num. xo
ReplyDeleteCan you go shrimping by your place, Marion?
Deletegarbed himself made me laugh. that sort of satirical use of seemingly sophisticated vocabulary was the creme. i also like seemingly no chance of retribution. especially with the title, i get a little wuthering heights flavor in this. did you read it recently?
ReplyDeleteOh, no I haven't yet. It seems interesting though!
DeleteThis is so funny...you have an incredible knack for humor...oh and I am allergic to shrimp :)
ReplyDeleteAny other seafood too? I'm allergic to blue crab but can eat regular crab and shellfish.
DeleteOne of these days Ben I'll cook up my four star clam chowder......and tell you how good it was;-)
Deletefunny spin on the negative energy, I am always into renewable energy...let that rotten little s#@t hex all he wants papa needs juce for his electric nail file!
Or you could invite me over ;-)
DeleteAn electric nail file sounds pretty dangerous. I won't even use an electric razor (when I shaved).
Ben after writing this I had a dream that I was trying to shave what I call a beard and all the electric razor would do was pull out the hairs...very painfully. You took the razor from me and said "let me show you how to do that" and started shaving huge chunks of your beard off...strange I dont usualy have situational dreams.
DeleteEven stranger me shaving my beard ;-)
DeleteConcider your self invited...although Portland is better in the summer:-) yeah that chin mop you got going on would take more then an electric razor (I wouldnt use one either)
ReplyDeleteIt's actually a full face mop now.
DeleteThis is just fabulous! I was already intrigued by the name Heathcliff.
ReplyDeleteIt's such an awesome name. We should use it more.
DeleteBen! We have to drive for about 3 hours South to go shrimping. But now crawfish....I can find you some scrumptious mudbugs around my block in ANY ditch with a string tied to a chicken neck, I shit you not, my friend. They're as yummy as shrimp with the added benefit of not having BP oil on them!! Come on down and I'll take you crawfishing. :-) xoxo
ReplyDeleteOoo that sounds envirgorating, when's the best time for crawfishing?
DeleteCrawfish season starts in January around here and goes till Summer. As kids we used to crawfish all the time in the deep ditches. Nowadays, we buy them at the local fish market. Wally World sells Chinese crawfish, but we boycott those and only buy Louisiana Crawfish. Annie had some while she was here last year and she loved them. :-) xo
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