Tagged: surrealism

The Story of Harmless Bullet

Day 27 Beneath your feet /absurdist comedy/ I was proud of the meeting results: it seemed I was cleared, and the murderer – whoever it was – had been identified. While walking through the city, I began whistling softly to myself. Ms. Asunción watched me from her basket, which I dragged behind me on the dusty road. People looked at me – the man covered in the red mud – with...

The Story of Harmless Bullet

Day 26 The Board of Eyes /absurdist comedy/ I never knew the darkness could vibrate – through the waves of macabre curse dancing on its own – wrestling with the mindset of ordinary individuals like me while re-modeling my truly pessimistic reality. No doubt, a combination of increasing wealth, foreign stimulation, and political instability throughout the Warrior Farm allowed that darkness to flourish. I felt how the air sang and...

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...

The Story of Harmless Bullet

Day 19 Some Peculiar Ways of Love /absurdist comedy/   ‘Love is the best medicine’ – who would disagree with this famous statement? Nothing changes our moods, effectively reduces stress, bolsters the ego, relieves backache, or lifts our self-esteem better than a good ol’ love. After hours of indescribable pleasure, where each breath obeyed to my rhythm and tempo, I crawled to the couch near the window, frightened that I’d have...

The Story of Harmless Bullet

Day 18 American West Palace /absurdist comedy/  Ms. Glorious escorted me to the narrow tunnel with a massive granite door. After three short knocks, we entered the so-called West Valley – the modern T-shaped central hall with an ugly row of chairs on both sides of the mainline. A team of highly qualified professionals, looking too non-binary for my liking, approached us with forced smiles and greetings, guiding us to...

The Story of Harmless Bullet

Day 17 A Dope Party /absurdist comedy/ When I poked out from the intimate saloon of Mrs. WickedBreaker, it was as bright as day – the moon was shining. Then a cool breeze began to blow, and soon enough, the clouds covered the sky. I tried to sit down on the bench under the tree (it was a healthy motion my tired body needed, knowing what was to come), but...

The Story of Harmless Bullet

Day 16 A haircut selection /absurdist comedy/ I woke up with the feeling that everything that had happened in the Death Tower had been only a dream. The images of the visitors swept back and forth in my mind – their seductive voices, their sugary smell, their delightful touch – and slightly opened the window into strange reality, or the truth behind the insane asylum called Screw Quarter, filled with...

The Story of Harmless Bullet

Day 15 Miss Sedative & Co /absurdist comedy/   The four of us were sitting outside on the pool terrace, with a mojito in hand, desperately trying to find a common topic for conversation.  “Arcadio, where did you learn to create such a high wave of sexual latitudes? It was quite incredible,” Martha asked, testing my reaction or perhaps out of idle curiosity.  “Just following the wind, sweetheart,” he grinned. ...