Tag: Story049

Take the weather into your own hands.

You spew a steady stream of expletives at Sun. Offended, Sun spews heat waves back at you. With your last breath, you call Sun a “shithead.” Right before he sets, Sun sends warm muggy air at you. No love is lost between you. THE END

You decide to challenge Sun’s conception of itself and take joy in its inevitable struggle. “What gives you the right to lord yourself over the rest of us?” you question. Sun gives its answer in the form of laughter and hot breath. You continue to experience Sun at its worst. But after Sun sets, he […]

You play a game with the sun. The game begins when you say, “I spy, with my bloodshot eyes, something orange and horrible.” Sun thinks for many moments. He does not answer. When you tell him what you spy – Sun itself – he cries tears of sadness. Tears turn to rain showers. Sun is […]

A thought occurs to you. As Sun continues to pound on your neck and arms, you dig a large chunk of grass and dirt from the ground with your hands. You put the mound on top of your head. Sun looks at you confused. You proudly explain that it’s a hat. Sun rolls its eyes. […]

You lie casually on the grass. It is surprisingly cool. You turn to your stomach and pay Sun no mind. Sun tries to get your attention by burning your skin, and it sucks, but you refuse to acknowledge it. Sun reluctantly sets, but swears revenge. THE END

You passionately dance under Sun’s hot breath. As you twirl, you raise a middle finger to the sky and laugh. Sun is hurt and angry and appalled. He radiates more rays, causing you to collapse from heat exhaustion. But Sun tires himself out in so doing and quickly sets. It is a draw. THE END

You take off your sweaty shirt. Sun looks intrigued. Then you hold the shirt above your head, squeeze it tight, and drink the sweat that drizzles down into your open mouth. Sun is confused as you let out an aggressive “ahhh!” You have given Sun a lot to think about. THE END

You bend down and uproot a small handful of grass. With defiance in your eyes, you eat the thin leaves in front of Sun. They taste like nothing. They will be hard to digest. But the leaves are strangely cool. For a moment, you have relief. Sun is not pleased. THE END

In your mind, you compose a letter to Sun. You curse him. You call Sun a sadist, an egotist, a facist. The contempt flows from your imaginary pen like cool air from a freezer. Yes, Sun continues to beat you down. It burns your skin and makes you very thirsty. But in your mind, you’ve […]