Truly Unforgateable (I Godda Say)A Story by PatienceA short, somewhat surreal story, wrought with pundrous word play, plus words that are so epic they haven't quite made it into the dictionary yet. The juvenile bricks
taunted the poor decrepit gate's crusty life, with his creaking back and
delinquent jaws. He groaned to himself pathetically as he slammed himself into
life's pintulent bintings. “He does it to himself,” one bin nearby muttered. “Gets
himself wasted and hangs about in dark alleyways.”
“Stop talking such
rubbish,” the gate muttered. “You should try it sometime. It's a lonely little
life.”
The happy bin
ejected an empty bottle of flimpings at his sour attitude. He would have taken
a fence, but she wasn't worth his time- he didn't swing that way anyway. “Stop hinging on
about life's tragic bundings! You choose to turn your back on the outside world
and bang on about all those who pass you by while you creak s**t about them,”
the bin replied. “Utter garbage. You
stink!” “You're missing the
point, binter,” a blunt pencil mentioned as he lay limp on the ground, his
lonely little life had surely seen better days. “Speak for
yourself,” the gate tutted. All of a sudden God
floated down in his benevolent frying pan of faith, showering the earth with
his glorious rainbow river of peace and joy. Everyone basked in its soothing
rays and bathed in its healing waters- that is, until God told them to piss off. No one could speak
a word as this was just far too spectacular and awe inspiring! “Oh my god!” a
woman cried, as she took out her phone, like many others, and took a few
billion selfies, “I forgot to update my Instagram!” With that, everyone
went on about their humble little lives as usual, up their own arses. “Do not fear, my
children,” the tiny ant god boomed. (No one did- not because they were calm in
the first place though, obviously.) “I bring with me Pringle weed and some
bottled glory!” The bin had
collapsed before her lord and kissed the fountain of truth that was spurting
from God's mouth. “Give me a break!”
the gate groaned.
A holy hammer took
it upon himself to honour the Lord as he bravely launched his hammer headed
ignorance at the grumpy gate. The gate didn't
know what'd hit him- until he received a healthy ear bashing from the impulent
moron at his side. “You…” “You are a
disgrace, grumpy guts!” the hammer of peace cried as he pounded him with
agreeable insults. “You don't belong in our honourable sliding of destiny! Gate
out of here!” The Lord of them
all descended from his holy frying pan when he witnessed this. The hammer gasped.
“Such holiness!” God nodded. “Yes,
I'm afried so. But I've patched it up as best I could and while it is a bit
scuzzy I can't afford s**t else.” The gate wept on
the ground. God shook his tiny
ant head. “Look at all the paint this poor gate has endured over the years,
brother. You can see it in his eyes- browns… whites, blues… and a hint of what
might have been green. He is left battered and broken. Kicking a gate when he's
down is surely not the way. Let us take mercy on him…” With this God
released mercy from his golden barn of truth and watched as it pummeled the
gate, beating him relentlessly with the doom and despair the ant had collected
over the years. A binterful black
cat with a splinterful bow tie happened on by and witnessed the frilliscosia
the universe had been sneezing. Not wishing to get his paws dirty he scooted
off promptly with a pack of benevolent snow clouds that were headed south for
the winter. The end © 2017 PatienceAuthor's Note
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