The light comes on to reveal a staid, wooden table. One of the legs, seemingly shorter, lulls the staid, wooden table into an inconvenient motion. Until suddenly it jerks her into conversation. She is sitting opposite him. And in their loose, daily attire they start talking about super-heroes.
She: Really?
He: Yes, I am serious. I posses actual superpowers.
She: Uh huh. And what might these superpowers be?
He: I cannot tell you. When I start telling people, they start...(emphatic pause, deliberate stare)...dying.
She: Err....
He: Yes, I kill people with my talk. That is indeed my superpower.
She: What do you mean? (darts a look here, darts another there.)
He: It can be quite gruesome if I so wish. It takes the beginnings of forming my lips into ovals, moistening my lips, and expending the slightest whoooooosh of a word. I can feel the world around me spinning, Yes, I can feel it. There is a sudden energy that suddenly grips me. I feel like my brain is aware of a brand new consciousness. A world with my victims, and a world without. I have the power, the simple power of only talking about this power. And then the schism penetrating my consciouness, vanishes into thin air, taking with it the victims as I so desire. It is devastating my power, in execution and in style. Such ultimate power, all contained in a little, itchy ball dying to escape my throat...
She: (yawns)
He: (looks away, defeated) Well, looks like my superpower is to kill people with my talk.
She: Really?
He: Yes, I am serious. I posses actual superpowers.
She: Uh huh. And what might these superpowers be?
He: I cannot tell you. When I start telling people, they start...(emphatic pause, deliberate stare)...dying.
She: Err....
He: Yes, I kill people with my talk. That is indeed my superpower.
She: What do you mean? (darts a look here, darts another there.)
He: It can be quite gruesome if I so wish. It takes the beginnings of forming my lips into ovals, moistening my lips, and expending the slightest whoooooosh of a word. I can feel the world around me spinning, Yes, I can feel it. There is a sudden energy that suddenly grips me. I feel like my brain is aware of a brand new consciousness. A world with my victims, and a world without. I have the power, the simple power of only talking about this power. And then the schism penetrating my consciouness, vanishes into thin air, taking with it the victims as I so desire. It is devastating my power, in execution and in style. Such ultimate power, all contained in a little, itchy ball dying to escape my throat...
She: (yawns)
He: (looks away, defeated) Well, looks like my superpower is to kill people with my talk.
11 comments:
A superhero quite apart from the usual bespandexed fellows, and still far more interesting than anything DC has put out in a while.
Does he go by the name 'Spittle-Brittle Man' ?
ha ha..lol...
Hahahahhahahaha.
nice...
24 years just waiting for a chance,
to tell her how i feel and maybe get a second glance,
Now i've gotta get used to not living next door to Alice.
Alice, who the fleck is alice...
Out of context, i know.
But hey, hi!
And that was the only intention.
:)
he has the most coveted super power ... rhetorics, even Hitler craved that - the broad masses of a population are more
amenable to his power than to any other force.
Whatsup whatsup whatsup?
Too bad he isn't a puppy. Death by cuteness?
suparv blog . its really a nice blog and u express urself very well . keep it up.
visit my blog
www.netfandu.blogspot.com
and make comments
Sad that this space has died out :(
Post a Comment