InfiniteCombo
08-11-2008, 10:09 PM
Hi there everybody! I figured since this forum is geared to both Artists/Writers alike I should stick something on here. If one of the many talented artists here dig my style I'm upping my chances of finding someone to work on a comic with. Without further ado here is a short story I wrote last week... Some Sunny Day by Jeffrey Paul Louis Schiller.
It was three-seventeen Sunday morning, and young Theodore Archibald sat in his bed watching television, with the lights on and a bowl of popcorn in his hands. Theodore was not like most of the other children his age. Instead of being on an adventure in the dream world, he's up having one of his final snacks before HIS bed time. Young Theodore, aged nine, did have a bed time like all the rest of the children his age to be sure. Only Theodore's bed time was more closely related to the Sun than mere time increments. Those of a man made source were of no consequence to Teddy. T'was the Sun itself that forced Teddy's (and his Parents') hand. The boy feared it like no other creature, living or non, on this planet. He found it to be the villain of all his darkest dreams. Teddy was once asked to sum up his fear into as few words as possible, to which he replied, "have you seen this thing?"
At that moment it occurred to the man that he had not really "seen," the Sun. The question asker had blocked the Sun out every instance it crept into his field of vision. It was nothing more than an annoyance to this man who asked the question. It was an annoyance to him, like the Boy's "irrational," fear. "Its only the Sun, what could it really do to you?"
"Its the Lord of the Galaxy, It can do what ever it wants to all of us. Do you think it is some kind of coincidence that every planet in this solar system is spinning around in perfect balance to the Sun?" Teddy sternly asked the man. The man didn't have any reply that would satisfy Theodore. He just told him there was no more time to converse, and sent him to the exact spot we picked up with him. Theodore stared through the endless amount of lights that made up his television screen. It was as little use to him as the alleged Doctor his parents sent him to therapy sessions with. The damn thing may as well have been off, but Teddy still would stare at it, to present the illusion to his parents that he at least still did something normal. It was never about being a rebellious son to them, and it had also never been about making them proud either. He pretty much took their love for granted like any nine year old boy would, but he still pretended to watch the TV for them because he felt so bad. It had been a little over three years since the last time Teddy played outside, and he knew it was killing his parents on the inside.
The hour and change flew by like a penguin for Theodore. Nothing he thought of could ease his mind, or relax him in anyway. The sunrise that would soon be upon his bedroom window just weighed him down the whole time. He shut his light off, tucked himself into his racecar bed, and closed his eyes hoping for a quit entrance to the dream world. Sadly for Theodore, there must have been a line trying to get in because the next twenty minutes were endless restlessness. The longer he went without sleep, the more elusive the theory became. Every moment he remained without sleep was another moment for him to dread his astronomical foe. He tried everything from changing the sides to his pillow, to laying on top of the sheets, and he even tried sleeping at the foot of the bed. Nothing did the job. Minutes stood between Theodore going face to face with his greatest fear for the first time in those three years I mentioned earlier. The thought seemed all to real for the boy who jumped out of his bed.
"Where'd my dad leave those thumbtacks he used to put my A-Rod poster up," Theodore thought to himself as he shuffled through the mess he had on his desk. He knew they had to be there somewhere so he kept digging through the left over uno cards he forgot to put back the last time he played, and the bits of dried up play doe, and the little plastic tan army men, and the multicolored lego pieces, and the thimble from Monopoly, but in the end he could find the thumbtacks. "Tape!" crossed Teddy's mind like a bullet train from L.A. to Vegas. He pulled open his second desk drawer immediately because he remembered leaving his roll there. The tape sat in the exact spot the boy recalled, but not long enough for celebration as he was still battling the clock. Theodore grabbed his desk chair, and pulled it in front of his bedroom window. He then pulled his top blanket off of his bed with the hand he wasn't using to hold his tape.
Theodore climbed the chair as quickly as he could, but he was still not a master controlling his own body, and so his balance was far from impressive. The chair wobbled as Theodore held a piece of the blanket with his left hand over the left portion of the window, and bit off a piece of tape that was hanging from the roll in his right hand. Teddy held the roll with his neck as he place the tape over the blanket and window. Quickly he repeated these moves, only this time with opposite sides of everything involved. Before the Sun could come anywhere near Teddy's window the threat had been averted. The blanket was dark blue, and was going to hold well against the rays of light the Sun planned to emit. Teddy stepped down off the chair back, turned around, and realized there was another window directly across from the one he just covered.
"You win again Sun, you always do." The boy thought a few moments before the Sun was going to flood the room with its 'shine. Teddy's bedroom door quickly swung open as his mother tackled him to the ground. Before Teddy could see what was going on she covered his face with a sleeping mask. Teddy's eyes were instantly surrounded by darkness, just the way he liked it. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," was all Teddy could put together as his mother picked him up, and carried him to bed.
"You didn't think I was going to leave you out in the Sun did you?" She asked the already sound asleep boy. Teddy's mother tucked him in and gave him a kiss good morning after his eventfully stressful night. She left the room without making a noise, Teddy had finally made it to the dream world, and the Sun went on to terrorize the rest of the world like any other usual day. Later that evening when Teddy rolled out of bed he noticed the house was deafeningly silent. A bunch of what if scenarios based on many horrible thoughts cluttered Teddy's mind as he raced into the kitchen to find his parents sitting in the darkness at the kitchen table.
“What's happening you guys?” Teddy asked the depressed looking couple.
“Teddy We have a very serious question for you, and we want you to feel comfortable answering us, but we only know one way to ask it.” His mother said.
“What is it? Just ask. How bad can it be?”
“Well son,” Teddy's Dad started,”we want to know if you think you're a vampire.”
Teddy just stared back at his parents for a little less than a minute than said. “I'd spit at that question right now if there was any place nearby that I could spit, and you guys wouldn't yell at me.”
“We'll take that as a no.” His dad said. Teddy just walked back to his room shaking his head.
“Vampires? What am I crazy?” He thought to himself.
The end... I'll be back in the next few days or so with something else.
It was three-seventeen Sunday morning, and young Theodore Archibald sat in his bed watching television, with the lights on and a bowl of popcorn in his hands. Theodore was not like most of the other children his age. Instead of being on an adventure in the dream world, he's up having one of his final snacks before HIS bed time. Young Theodore, aged nine, did have a bed time like all the rest of the children his age to be sure. Only Theodore's bed time was more closely related to the Sun than mere time increments. Those of a man made source were of no consequence to Teddy. T'was the Sun itself that forced Teddy's (and his Parents') hand. The boy feared it like no other creature, living or non, on this planet. He found it to be the villain of all his darkest dreams. Teddy was once asked to sum up his fear into as few words as possible, to which he replied, "have you seen this thing?"
At that moment it occurred to the man that he had not really "seen," the Sun. The question asker had blocked the Sun out every instance it crept into his field of vision. It was nothing more than an annoyance to this man who asked the question. It was an annoyance to him, like the Boy's "irrational," fear. "Its only the Sun, what could it really do to you?"
"Its the Lord of the Galaxy, It can do what ever it wants to all of us. Do you think it is some kind of coincidence that every planet in this solar system is spinning around in perfect balance to the Sun?" Teddy sternly asked the man. The man didn't have any reply that would satisfy Theodore. He just told him there was no more time to converse, and sent him to the exact spot we picked up with him. Theodore stared through the endless amount of lights that made up his television screen. It was as little use to him as the alleged Doctor his parents sent him to therapy sessions with. The damn thing may as well have been off, but Teddy still would stare at it, to present the illusion to his parents that he at least still did something normal. It was never about being a rebellious son to them, and it had also never been about making them proud either. He pretty much took their love for granted like any nine year old boy would, but he still pretended to watch the TV for them because he felt so bad. It had been a little over three years since the last time Teddy played outside, and he knew it was killing his parents on the inside.
The hour and change flew by like a penguin for Theodore. Nothing he thought of could ease his mind, or relax him in anyway. The sunrise that would soon be upon his bedroom window just weighed him down the whole time. He shut his light off, tucked himself into his racecar bed, and closed his eyes hoping for a quit entrance to the dream world. Sadly for Theodore, there must have been a line trying to get in because the next twenty minutes were endless restlessness. The longer he went without sleep, the more elusive the theory became. Every moment he remained without sleep was another moment for him to dread his astronomical foe. He tried everything from changing the sides to his pillow, to laying on top of the sheets, and he even tried sleeping at the foot of the bed. Nothing did the job. Minutes stood between Theodore going face to face with his greatest fear for the first time in those three years I mentioned earlier. The thought seemed all to real for the boy who jumped out of his bed.
"Where'd my dad leave those thumbtacks he used to put my A-Rod poster up," Theodore thought to himself as he shuffled through the mess he had on his desk. He knew they had to be there somewhere so he kept digging through the left over uno cards he forgot to put back the last time he played, and the bits of dried up play doe, and the little plastic tan army men, and the multicolored lego pieces, and the thimble from Monopoly, but in the end he could find the thumbtacks. "Tape!" crossed Teddy's mind like a bullet train from L.A. to Vegas. He pulled open his second desk drawer immediately because he remembered leaving his roll there. The tape sat in the exact spot the boy recalled, but not long enough for celebration as he was still battling the clock. Theodore grabbed his desk chair, and pulled it in front of his bedroom window. He then pulled his top blanket off of his bed with the hand he wasn't using to hold his tape.
Theodore climbed the chair as quickly as he could, but he was still not a master controlling his own body, and so his balance was far from impressive. The chair wobbled as Theodore held a piece of the blanket with his left hand over the left portion of the window, and bit off a piece of tape that was hanging from the roll in his right hand. Teddy held the roll with his neck as he place the tape over the blanket and window. Quickly he repeated these moves, only this time with opposite sides of everything involved. Before the Sun could come anywhere near Teddy's window the threat had been averted. The blanket was dark blue, and was going to hold well against the rays of light the Sun planned to emit. Teddy stepped down off the chair back, turned around, and realized there was another window directly across from the one he just covered.
"You win again Sun, you always do." The boy thought a few moments before the Sun was going to flood the room with its 'shine. Teddy's bedroom door quickly swung open as his mother tackled him to the ground. Before Teddy could see what was going on she covered his face with a sleeping mask. Teddy's eyes were instantly surrounded by darkness, just the way he liked it. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," was all Teddy could put together as his mother picked him up, and carried him to bed.
"You didn't think I was going to leave you out in the Sun did you?" She asked the already sound asleep boy. Teddy's mother tucked him in and gave him a kiss good morning after his eventfully stressful night. She left the room without making a noise, Teddy had finally made it to the dream world, and the Sun went on to terrorize the rest of the world like any other usual day. Later that evening when Teddy rolled out of bed he noticed the house was deafeningly silent. A bunch of what if scenarios based on many horrible thoughts cluttered Teddy's mind as he raced into the kitchen to find his parents sitting in the darkness at the kitchen table.
“What's happening you guys?” Teddy asked the depressed looking couple.
“Teddy We have a very serious question for you, and we want you to feel comfortable answering us, but we only know one way to ask it.” His mother said.
“What is it? Just ask. How bad can it be?”
“Well son,” Teddy's Dad started,”we want to know if you think you're a vampire.”
Teddy just stared back at his parents for a little less than a minute than said. “I'd spit at that question right now if there was any place nearby that I could spit, and you guys wouldn't yell at me.”
“We'll take that as a no.” His dad said. Teddy just walked back to his room shaking his head.
“Vampires? What am I crazy?” He thought to himself.
The end... I'll be back in the next few days or so with something else.