I don’t remember what the assignment was here, but I know I wrote it for a class. It could’ve been a really vague assignment like “write a 1500 word story with first-person dialogue.” I really don’t know. All I do know is that it was inspired by events going on at the time. 9/11 occurred just a few years before this was written, and we’d only been in Iraq for a year or two. One of my classmates that reviewed the story felt it was a completely unrealistic story, and I’m sure they are right. But cautionary tales aren’t supposed to be warm, fuzzy, and realistic. They’re supposed to be terrifying. It should also be noted that I wrote this years before the World War Z movie had zombies piling on top of each other to get over a wall, so the “human ramp” idea was my own. Not to say that the filmmakers took the idea from me, but I just want to be clear that I didn’t steal it from them.
I loved this assignment because I was told to “write the worst, horriblest story you can.” I’m sure it could’ve been worse, but I wanted to make sure someone could enjoy it if they tried to read it. Though I’m sure I missed a few rules, I tried to break every one I could think of, including (but not limited to) grammar, spelling, spoilers, coherency, consistency, honesty, blasphemy, and decency. How many can you find?
The last line of this story is: “Damn, I look good in a loin cloth.” That has nothing to do with the story, so it really don’t matter. I just wanted to ruin the ending for you. I have no shoes on right now because I’m sitting at my desk with my shoes off. This story has already started, so let’s tune in and see what we founded…
I was walking down the street and saw this guy and he was really neat, so I stopped and talked to him, but he would not talk to me because he was in a bad mood and probably didn’t want to be talked to. So, I talked to him anyway and it was nice. At first he just ignored me but then he started getting slightly annoyeded and then he got really annoyeded and eventually started telling me stuff like, “Go away” and “Go away NOW!” and “Why are you still here? I have a gun.”
I really didn’t know what to do about it so I tried to hug him. He didn’t not like that much, and I figgered it would just take some time so I kept holding onto his arms and shoulders until he starts to scream. I finally realized the problem after that: he was lonely and stupid and probably a communist. So I followed him around and always aimed at acquiring an all-encompassing attention. It didn’t work, so I started a fan club.
The complete story appears in the 2026 revised edition of Ten Terribly Terrific Tall Tales Trying to Trip the Triune, coming soon.
