Tagged: humor

The Story of Harmless Bullet

Day 24 Alphonso Beard or How to Become a Leader  Someone shook my hand – calmly and methodically – as if testing my reaction to the surrounding reality, which was so indescribably sad in the previous days that, finally, I was ready to surrender and accept the tragic fate that foreshadowed my “miserable” future in the Warrior Farm. I grabbed the arm of the new guest with my trembling hands. When...

The Story of Harmless Bullet

Day 23 The Face of Tyranny /absurdist comedy/ The Warrior Farm was the first place in the Gunung Kinabalu Kingdom that had all the usual features any town in the world has: a pond with a big park, a market, a bank, a big circus with sexy acrobats, a police force, a strong army, an excellent high-tech hospital, landline phones and post office. It looked civilized and truly reminded me...

‘Blue’ Humor or Can a Sad Clown Tell a Joke?

– Do you hear the helicopter?  – No, it’s an angel…  – What? An angel? Then why does it make such a horrible noise?  – Gone crazy because of life on the Earth.  (Viktor Koklyushkin, Russian satirist) After reading my new, straight-from-the-oven story, called ‘Upside Down,’ one of my followers told me it was sad. It took me by surprise because I never perceived the events in the story to...

The Story of Harmless Bullet

Day 20 The Gossips “That’s another thing I don’t understand,” my mother interrupted the livestream of my incoherent words, “Why you – of all people in Rsa – should save those poor sick souls in that desolate wild land? You aren’t a doctor!” For a second, I stopped my confused revelation and asked myself, “Really, how did it happen? Why am I here? What was the reason in the first...

Literature – with or without ‘writing style’

#guestpost written by Laolu Ogundele  “So, what’s your style”? Someone once asked me in the middle of a neighborhood writers meetup I attended a decade or so ago. “Straight jeans, dark-colored zip hoodies, and basketball shoes…” I began, but my voice trailed off as I noticed a couple of people try hard and fail to stifle a laugh. “I mean writing style,” the original asker graciously clarified. “Oh, my bad....

The Story of Harmless Bullet

Day 14 One percent  /absurdist comedy/ I sat at the maple table and listened to the conversations at the bar. Despite the increasing attention and distrust of the saloon’s regulars, I found out that roughly 1 percent of Gunung Kinabalu owned 92 percent of the Kingdom’s wealth. The gap between the high-tech quarter and the rest of the land widened last year. Constant taxes, erosion of farmers’ rights, cost-cutting, and...

The Story of Harmless Bullet

Day 12  Fatal Meeting /absurdist comedy/ Who knew that writers could be so dangerous? The hunger didn’t block the flow of my brain activity. On the contrary, it switched on my wit, making my neurons work with increased speed, at full power. It seemed strange that Hamilton had promised the post of cook to Martha, who wouldn’t be able to make scrambled eggs even in a conscious state. The extraordinary weakness...

The Story of Harmless Bullet

Day 9 The Ark  /absurdist comedy/ When angry, count to four. When very angry, swear. My ex-wife, Martha, took the definition of angry to another level. When she realized where she was, she started to swing the raft, madly kicking the wood floor. Three muscular Hamilton sisters pressed Martha’s body against the wet boards, but she did not give up. She slipped out from under their fingers, grabbed Mr. Brahman-Carrado’s suitcase,...