Monster: A Narrative Fiction
“Fatty? ARIANA!”
She was just standing there frozen in a gaze, as if she was trapped in a different dimension. I put my put hand on her shoulder and she jumped in shock. “Yes!”
That was a strange reaction. Then again… “What do you want this early in the morning?”
“I came to see you, silly,” she smiled, taking a step closer to the doorway. “May I come in?”
Can you come in? There’s a few unanswered questions here before we get to the discussion on why I don’t want you in my house. “How do you know where I live?”
“Mike told me. May I come in?” Bastard! He ain’t crashing over if he gets kicked out of his place again. “Um, Tre… May I come in?”
Why are you here?! “I guess.”
The first thing her noisy ass did when she got inside was wander around …show more content…
I got two options here One, tell her this shit is inedible, watch her cry, but get to live another day. Two, eat the pancakes, die and be remembered as that guy who lost his life from a breakfast flat cake. A devil, in the form of Monster, and an angel, in the form of Michael, popped up on my shoulder.
“Be nice and eat it, Tre. It’ll make her very happy,” the angel stupidly grinned, sprinkling what appeared to be fairy dust over my homemade meal. “This will make it all better.”
“Don’t do it, dumbass. Wanna see me twenty-four seven?” the devil stated, making the best, reasonable case any lawyer could possibly make. “Cause I don’t want to see you.”
“Don’t listen to her; she’s just mad Ariana wouldn’t make any for…”
“You eat them then!”
The angel had a crazy ass look on his face after hearing that. “I gladly would intake in some of these delicious, gourmet pancakes, but unfortunately I already ate...”
“Bullshit!”
“I don’t have to make excuses. Do whatever you feel is right, Tre.”
Seems like there’s a unanimous pick. “Look, Fatty…” I raised my head up and stared directly at her face. In her right eye there was a tear talking to me. No, the thing basically taunted me. ‘Say the wrong thing and I swear I’ll fall.’
“What is it
She was just standing there frozen in a gaze, as if she was trapped in a different dimension. I put my put hand on her shoulder and she jumped in shock. “Yes!”
That was a strange reaction. Then again… “What do you want this early in the morning?”
“I came to see you, silly,” she smiled, taking a step closer to the doorway. “May I come in?”
Can you come in? There’s a few unanswered questions here before we get to the discussion on why I don’t want you in my house. “How do you know where I live?”
“Mike told me. May I come in?” Bastard! He ain’t crashing over if he gets kicked out of his place again. “Um, Tre… May I come in?”
Why are you here?! “I guess.”
The first thing her noisy ass did when she got inside was wander around …show more content…
I got two options here One, tell her this shit is inedible, watch her cry, but get to live another day. Two, eat the pancakes, die and be remembered as that guy who lost his life from a breakfast flat cake. A devil, in the form of Monster, and an angel, in the form of Michael, popped up on my shoulder.
“Be nice and eat it, Tre. It’ll make her very happy,” the angel stupidly grinned, sprinkling what appeared to be fairy dust over my homemade meal. “This will make it all better.”
“Don’t do it, dumbass. Wanna see me twenty-four seven?” the devil stated, making the best, reasonable case any lawyer could possibly make. “Cause I don’t want to see you.”
“Don’t listen to her; she’s just mad Ariana wouldn’t make any for…”
“You eat them then!”
The angel had a crazy ass look on his face after hearing that. “I gladly would intake in some of these delicious, gourmet pancakes, but unfortunately I already ate...”
“Bullshit!”
“I don’t have to make excuses. Do whatever you feel is right, Tre.”
Seems like there’s a unanimous pick. “Look, Fatty…” I raised my head up and stared directly at her face. In her right eye there was a tear talking to me. No, the thing basically taunted me. ‘Say the wrong thing and I swear I’ll fall.’
“What is it