Daphne lives alone. Her mother and brother are laying dead in the hallway. Blood is dry. Flies are all over their bodies. Daphne knows where is the man who did it all. Daphne is angry.
They looked at her when she crossed the streets. People thought she did it. People thought she is a very bad child. Only few people known the truth. She loved her dad. Perhaps too much. Even before she knew it was her dad. But now she needs to save him. This monster keeps him alive to pay.
Daphne teamed up with few more kids in her school. All like her 9 year olds. All angry. All willing to die, but to kill the killer of her mom and a little baby brother. All willing to kill Daphne's grandfather.
The car was stolen. The car was driven to the place where granny lives. Guns were stolen. Kids were armed.
Daphne, her best friend Michele and 2 boys Zack and Max from their school are now the bad kids. Are now about the kill.
They move closer and closer to the gate. The gate is locked. So they need to climb over it. Zack comes from over the wall to the gate and looks up at the building. There is a silhouette of a man in a window. Michele looks at him from behind.
- Don't shoot. It might be Fred. - says Michele. - it might be Daphne's dad.
Zack puts his hand on the gate for the attempt to climb it. As soon as he does a red light appears visible from the window. The man's silhouette turn to the gate. He raises his arm. A flash of fire. A loud bum. He just shot at the gate. Zack is hurt. The side of his stomach was penetrated.
- Let's get out of here - cries Michele.
- You can leave. I'm going in. - says Daphne.
The man in the window is gone. And they just barely hear sounds of steps. Daphne with Max climb the gate. Michele stays with Zack.
Daphne and Max stop at the front door. They hide by the sides. So they would not be seen through the eye peace. The door shoots open.
There is Granny. Just so happened to be Max sees him and Daphne is blocked by the door that just opened. Max raises the gun. He shoots. The bullet penetrates the door and hits Daphne in the shoulder. Granny turns at Max and shoots him in the chest. Max. A little 9 year old boy. Just fell. He is bleeding and crying. Granny rises the gun again. Points to Maxes head. About to make sure that Max is dead.
Adrenalin rush is quite a unique thing. Everything is suddenly slow. It's the spider sense. It's the quick-sliver slow-mo scene. It's the Matrix bullet-time.
Daphne comes out from the other side of the door. And using her other hand...
- For dad, for mom, for Tommy, Zack and Max. Die motherfucker!
... using her other hand. Shoots her own grandfather to death.
How did granny knew? Why would he go so far to get his revenge? Fred and Daphne loved each other before she knew it was her father. Similar to how Humbert loved Dolores Hays. Similar to how Leon loved Matilda. Similar to how Zack loves Michele. And no old man should be able to prevent it. That what Daphne thought when she looked from the window of an asylum for young murderers. When just in the next building was a facility for sexual predators. Where from the window she could barely make out the shapes of her father, her beloved, Fred.
THE END
Wednesday, September 11, 2019
Monday, September 9, 2019
⬛ STORY EXERCISE ⬛ PATRICK ⬛
So my name is Patrick. Patrick Cucumber. I am 12. My favorite color is pink. And I wear glasses. I love chemistry. It's my favorite class in school. I love when colorful water with a silly name is mixed with another colorful water with a silly name and you get a third different color water and even sillier name.
My doctor from school advised me today to start a diary. Alright I guess I'll go sleep.
Tuesday.
They told me that I forgot to indicate a day last day in the diary. So here I am indicating. It is Tuesday.
They call me "The Pee" in the school. I don't like it. Its making me feel not that great. I think they are referring to my name Patrick Cucumber. Because Cucumbers are like green willies. And that's what they are joking about.
I just found the new best class. It's biology. They were showing pictures of naked women today. I liked it.
Wednesday.
My teacher in the biology class is a very good man. He always loves hugging people. And he never said a bad word to me. He explained that the kids in the school call me DP, not The Pee. What ever this supposed to mean.
Tuesday.
I just found my old diary. It was under the closet the entire time. Let's update. My name is Patrick Cucumber. I'm 15. And in class they call me DP. Short for Director Of Photography. I like cameras.
Today I took a sneaky picture of Helena. She is our teacher of the English language. She is hot.
Wednesday.
I think I like this diary more then the other. Today I found out. That they were joking about the DP all the time. Because there is this guy Roger Dickins. So I think they were laughing at my last name after all. Not feeling that well.
Thursday.
I saw aliens. True... Not joking.
Tuesday.
Oh my god. What a cringe. This is my old fucking diary. Ha. Alright. Let's update. My name is Patrick Cucumber. I am 27 years old. I work at Hollywood as a Director of Photography. Yesterday I've been on the Oscars. Met with Roger Deakins. He is a truly crazy guy. Living well.
Still saw the aliens tho. I need to go look what Benedict Cumberbatch doing right now.
My doctor from school advised me today to start a diary. Alright I guess I'll go sleep.
Tuesday.
They told me that I forgot to indicate a day last day in the diary. So here I am indicating. It is Tuesday.
They call me "The Pee" in the school. I don't like it. Its making me feel not that great. I think they are referring to my name Patrick Cucumber. Because Cucumbers are like green willies. And that's what they are joking about.
I just found the new best class. It's biology. They were showing pictures of naked women today. I liked it.
Wednesday.
My teacher in the biology class is a very good man. He always loves hugging people. And he never said a bad word to me. He explained that the kids in the school call me DP, not The Pee. What ever this supposed to mean.
Tuesday.
I just found my old diary. It was under the closet the entire time. Let's update. My name is Patrick Cucumber. I'm 15. And in class they call me DP. Short for Director Of Photography. I like cameras.
Today I took a sneaky picture of Helena. She is our teacher of the English language. She is hot.
Wednesday.
I think I like this diary more then the other. Today I found out. That they were joking about the DP all the time. Because there is this guy Roger Dickins. So I think they were laughing at my last name after all. Not feeling that well.
Thursday.
I saw aliens. True... Not joking.
Tuesday.
Oh my god. What a cringe. This is my old fucking diary. Ha. Alright. Let's update. My name is Patrick Cucumber. I am 27 years old. I work at Hollywood as a Director of Photography. Yesterday I've been on the Oscars. Met with Roger Deakins. He is a truly crazy guy. Living well.
Still saw the aliens tho. I need to go look what Benedict Cumberbatch doing right now.
Sunday, September 8, 2019
⬛ STORY EXERCISE ⬛ LITTLE FELLAS ⬛
This happened on the last day of the great war of 2053. I was only 10 years old. I remember being terrified to death from the silent motors. You could here before bombings. It wasn't a loud mass massacre as all of the wars hundred years before that. I was rather silent. You hear propellers trying to mask them self in the wind, getting louder and louder. At first you barely hear them. Then you can just make out the sound. You sweat cold sweat. Because in any moment, at any second there is a click and a bum. Silent one. Like if somebody just slapped a fly with their hands. But you know that it wasn't a fly. You hear a human body falling.
Those little fellas. I saw one on the first day of the war. They are really tiny. About the size of a clock on a watch. The one I saw had a little device on it. Later I learned it was what's called a tree-sixty camera. An eye that looks at every direction in the same time.
So that day... I remember waking up from the dust that fell into my nose. The construction we used to hide was made very poorly. And somebody just fallen on the top floor. "Little Fellas!" - I heard my mom scream. See... everybody had this thing called EXP in the head. It's short of "Expensive". It was a little mind reading cheap. It wasn't called Chip because it wasn't cheap. It was expensive. At first at least. By 2053 it reached nearly everyone. The idea was that you could interface with machines and online services. Basically control your computer with your mind. But then our lords, people who enforce all kinds of rules. They started to use it to identify who's from their perspective Thinks Wrong. And so little fellas appeared. Everybody knew what those things called, everybody knew who's controlling them. But we could not think the words.
- It was drones? - ( somebody interrupted )
Please. I don't really feel good about this word. Or anything related to the words we didn't speak at that time. ...
...
So yeah. Where was I? She screams LITTLE FELLAS. And we all know that we need to keep our thoughts straight. The hardest thing in the situation in NOT to thing about the stuff you not supposed to think about. Because it's immediately comes to your mind automatically. Even harder is to try not thinking. Try it. You can't. You will think about not thinking. And for the fellas it was the same as wishing to die. They aren't humans. Not thinking is not executing code or whatever. Means dead. And wanting to die is illegal of-course.
So I hear the sound of the propellers. I know that one little fella is quite close. I'm terrified. I'm just a little kid. And this rush of thoughts comes through my mind. The fella gets so close that I hear him right near my ear. I hear it come closer and sits on my head. My mom looks at me. She can't move to do anything. Because it requires complex thought. I hear a click. But somethings wrong. The fella doesn't explode. So I grab him with my hand and look at it. I feel like somebody is now looking at me though his eye. Somebody smarter then the other fellas so far. It flies away from my hand toward an open area in the room. And then BUM. It's gone.
Later they told me that I was thinking about so many things so closely to the fella. That his circuit was overwhelmed. And he could not bare with it. So many conflicting thoughts happened to him in the same time.
His job was to listen to what people think and decide whether this person should live or die based on the pre-existing model of good and bad in his system. But somehow this rush of thoughts made his question his own core values. To the point that he was confused whether his own existence worth it. So there it was. The first ever AI suicide. Yeah. Not guns. Or tanks. Or sword won this war. But a little kid with an active brain. What the hell am I talking about kids? Go sleep!
Those little fellas. I saw one on the first day of the war. They are really tiny. About the size of a clock on a watch. The one I saw had a little device on it. Later I learned it was what's called a tree-sixty camera. An eye that looks at every direction in the same time.
So that day... I remember waking up from the dust that fell into my nose. The construction we used to hide was made very poorly. And somebody just fallen on the top floor. "Little Fellas!" - I heard my mom scream. See... everybody had this thing called EXP in the head. It's short of "Expensive". It was a little mind reading cheap. It wasn't called Chip because it wasn't cheap. It was expensive. At first at least. By 2053 it reached nearly everyone. The idea was that you could interface with machines and online services. Basically control your computer with your mind. But then our lords, people who enforce all kinds of rules. They started to use it to identify who's from their perspective Thinks Wrong. And so little fellas appeared. Everybody knew what those things called, everybody knew who's controlling them. But we could not think the words.
- It was drones? - ( somebody interrupted )
Please. I don't really feel good about this word. Or anything related to the words we didn't speak at that time. ...
...
So yeah. Where was I? She screams LITTLE FELLAS. And we all know that we need to keep our thoughts straight. The hardest thing in the situation in NOT to thing about the stuff you not supposed to think about. Because it's immediately comes to your mind automatically. Even harder is to try not thinking. Try it. You can't. You will think about not thinking. And for the fellas it was the same as wishing to die. They aren't humans. Not thinking is not executing code or whatever. Means dead. And wanting to die is illegal of-course.
So I hear the sound of the propellers. I know that one little fella is quite close. I'm terrified. I'm just a little kid. And this rush of thoughts comes through my mind. The fella gets so close that I hear him right near my ear. I hear it come closer and sits on my head. My mom looks at me. She can't move to do anything. Because it requires complex thought. I hear a click. But somethings wrong. The fella doesn't explode. So I grab him with my hand and look at it. I feel like somebody is now looking at me though his eye. Somebody smarter then the other fellas so far. It flies away from my hand toward an open area in the room. And then BUM. It's gone.
Later they told me that I was thinking about so many things so closely to the fella. That his circuit was overwhelmed. And he could not bare with it. So many conflicting thoughts happened to him in the same time.
His job was to listen to what people think and decide whether this person should live or die based on the pre-existing model of good and bad in his system. But somehow this rush of thoughts made his question his own core values. To the point that he was confused whether his own existence worth it. So there it was. The first ever AI suicide. Yeah. Not guns. Or tanks. Or sword won this war. But a little kid with an active brain. What the hell am I talking about kids? Go sleep!
Thursday, September 5, 2019
⬛ STORY EXERCISE ⬛ COLD DAY ⬛
This was a cold day in the middle of the Autumn's yellowness. It was just after a rain. Streets were wet in a pretty way. Reflecting things. It was near the dark part of the evening. But some light could still be seen in the sky. Clouds were slowly going away. Raining on the other parts of the town. It wasn't a big town. It was tiny. It's biggest supermarket was the Johnny's Store. It's a garage with a couple of shelf and an old cash desk from pre-computer era. An old man Johnny sit there, bored to his death. His phone is laying besides him on a table. But the phone is too old to be entertaining. So poor Johnny is just sitting there.
Somebody comes by. Johnny feels it. And infect somebody does appear. A little kid. "He has no money" thinks Johnny to him self. But the kid stops and looks at Johnny. "He will ask me for something for free." Thinks Johnny.
The kid puts his hand in the pocket of his pants. Johnny is kind a confused a little. The kid takes out a grenade. A real military grenade.
- What the fuck! - Says Johnny.
- Sorry. - Says kid.
He pulls the ring and throws it to the right of Johnny. The grenade flies. Johnny is hiding behind the desk. The grenade falls near the store on the out side. Near the corner. Closer to the road then the walls. A van appears.
BUM!!! Van explodes. Flying to the air. Peaces of the van fling to all directions. The van flips.
A man with a big automatic gun shows in the van. He still alive. He loads the gun and points it onto the kid.
- Do you have here a security camera? - Asks kid from Johnny.
- Yes.
- Where is it?
Johnny is pointing to the far back in the store. There is a tiny old camera. Yellowed from time. Hanging on the corner.
- Shit! - Say the kid.
The guy in the van starts shooting. Kid is running into the store. The guy in the van stops shooting. He waits when the kid will come back. Meanwhile the kid puts his school bag on the floor and takes out a little UZI gun. Johnny is scared and confused in the same time. The kid loads the gun and get's out of the store. The guy in the van starts shooting again. He hits the side of kid's solder scratching him a little bit. The kid is not even noticing the scratch. He points the gun and shoots one bullet. The guy in the van is dead. It was a head shot.
- Where is your security camera storage unit? - Asks the kid.
- Over there in the computer, don't kill me.
- Thank you.
The kid aim at Johnny. Shoots a bullet and kills him. Then goes to the computer under the camera. Opens it up. And takes all of hard drives with him. He comes to the cash desk. Takes the boring phone of Johnny's and calls.
- Autumn , Rain. 42 B NC 13. - says the kid - Mission accomplished. Damages. One civilian witness and a hard drives with an unfortunate security camera footage. Operation Spy Kids. Over and out.
Written by J.Y.Amihud ( For STORY EXERCISE )
Somebody comes by. Johnny feels it. And infect somebody does appear. A little kid. "He has no money" thinks Johnny to him self. But the kid stops and looks at Johnny. "He will ask me for something for free." Thinks Johnny.
The kid puts his hand in the pocket of his pants. Johnny is kind a confused a little. The kid takes out a grenade. A real military grenade.
- What the fuck! - Says Johnny.
- Sorry. - Says kid.
He pulls the ring and throws it to the right of Johnny. The grenade flies. Johnny is hiding behind the desk. The grenade falls near the store on the out side. Near the corner. Closer to the road then the walls. A van appears.
BUM!!! Van explodes. Flying to the air. Peaces of the van fling to all directions. The van flips.
A man with a big automatic gun shows in the van. He still alive. He loads the gun and points it onto the kid.
- Do you have here a security camera? - Asks kid from Johnny.
- Yes.
- Where is it?
Johnny is pointing to the far back in the store. There is a tiny old camera. Yellowed from time. Hanging on the corner.
- Shit! - Say the kid.
The guy in the van starts shooting. Kid is running into the store. The guy in the van stops shooting. He waits when the kid will come back. Meanwhile the kid puts his school bag on the floor and takes out a little UZI gun. Johnny is scared and confused in the same time. The kid loads the gun and get's out of the store. The guy in the van starts shooting again. He hits the side of kid's solder scratching him a little bit. The kid is not even noticing the scratch. He points the gun and shoots one bullet. The guy in the van is dead. It was a head shot.
- Where is your security camera storage unit? - Asks the kid.
- Over there in the computer, don't kill me.
- Thank you.
The kid aim at Johnny. Shoots a bullet and kills him. Then goes to the computer under the camera. Opens it up. And takes all of hard drives with him. He comes to the cash desk. Takes the boring phone of Johnny's and calls.
- Autumn , Rain. 42 B NC 13. - says the kid - Mission accomplished. Damages. One civilian witness and a hard drives with an unfortunate security camera footage. Operation Spy Kids. Over and out.
Written by J.Y.Amihud ( For STORY EXERCISE )
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