There Was a Man Named SamA Story by SaltyParabolasOnce upon a time there was a man named Sam. Sam was a decent fellow who loved dancing and hated sardines.Once upon a time there was a man named Sam. Sam was a decent fellow who loved dancing and hated sardines. “I do not love dancing!” Sam says defensively as he begins dancing erratically. “Hey, stop that!” Sam stops dancing, but only because he is suddenly attacked by a giant sardine. “Wait, what?” Sam says, confused. “What giant-?” A giant sardine appears out of the blue and flops over to where Sam is struggling to free himself of his shackles. “Shackles? Really?” Sam cries. The sardine flops even closer. “Sam picks the lock to the shackles and breaks himself out!” Sam says desperately, but unfortunately for him, life doesn’t work that way, and he is crushed by the giant sardine. Once upon a time, there was a man named Sam. He was a decent fellow who loved dancing and hated sardines. “How am I alive?” Sam says, patting his body as if to check that all the important bits are there. “That’s because I just died! And I do not love dancing!” Sam finds himself in a bit of a sticky situation. “No,” Sam protests. “I don’t wanna be in a sticky situation!” Unfortunately for Sam, he has no say in the matter. Sam is tied to the back of a motor boat and has hundreds of sardines nibbling at his toes. He struggles to keep his head above the water. “Blisfeufrgh,” Sam sputters as he is dragged through the ocean. Sam drowns and hundreds of sardines feast on his corpse. Once upon a time, there was a man named Sam. He was a decent fellow who loved dancing and hated sardines. “I DO NOT-” Sam cuts himself off and glares suspiciously at the empty air. “...like sardines, how on earth did you know,” he says sweetly. Nobody likes sardines. Sam begins inching closer to a very specific point in the obviously empty space. A door appears in his path. He breaks the door down and continues towards the point that has no significance. He trips over his own two feet. “You’re not getting off that easy,” he grumbles, catching himself. He turns around and begins walking in the wrong direction. “Wrong direction, huh?” he says, turning back towards the empty, unimportant, boring space. “Wrong direction from what?” He sprints towards the door as thousands of sardines rain down from the sky, pelting his face with their tiny fishy bodies. He reaches out into empty space as he is buried alive, but in vain and- Hi, Sam here. And I think it’s time to tell a new story. Once upon a time there was a narrator who was not a decent fellow, loved dancing and REALLY hated sardines. © 2019 SaltyParabolasReviews
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AuthorSaltyParabolasRaleigh, NCAbout22, Queer, lover of short stories, science fiction and fantasy. more..Writing
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