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Short stories

The Moosy Tale

"No shit, man, no shit!" said Louis. "We are driving HOURS to get to this godforsaken party." "Relax, we should be there any minute, Louis. Right after this forest we should see the sign ’da partey’," Jenny replied annoyed. From the backseat they heard John fart gently. "Sorry guys, my guts are still severely congested." "No shit, you say it!" Louis pulled his shirt over his mouth and nose to protect himself against the gas of DOOM. "Do you have to say these things all the time?" Jenny really hoped they would arrive at the party soon. "Meh, the smell was just really disgusting..." They drove silently for the next 10 minutes, but there was no end of the forest in sight. It was long after nightfall, and Louis began to get tired. "Man, my eyelids are getting reeeally heavy, guys..." Louis yawned "Maybe we shouldn't have come in the first place, we could have made a sweet night at my house, instead of driving through the night!" Jenny said annoyed. "No shi…-" "WATCH OUT!" Jenny was pointing out the front window at a giant moose standing right in the middle of the street. Its eyes were focused on the car. He did not move a single stop to evade the three teenagers. Louis dodged only one second before they would have crashed into the moose, and instead they collided with a tree next to the street. Darkness and silence… As Louis opened his eyes it was as if his lids were still closed, his head felt as if something heavy had crashed against them. His body was in excruciating pain when he moved even a little. Slowly he began to work himself out of the car wreck trying not to think about the pain, while he tried to think about what had happened in the last hour. But the only thing he remembered was the dumb-looking face of a moose staring at them. He finally managed to open the door and worked himself out of the car, it was a pretty painful procedure and he was fatigued as he sat down on the ground next to the car. After letting himself come to breath and recover from the accident, he looked where his two friends were. He was stunned as he looked inside the car, and found no one. They were gone. "Jenny! John! Where are you? " he screamed. Looking around he saw something glistening in the light, taking a closer look he recognized that it was Jenny's necklace she always wore around her neck. Right next to it he found imprints of hooves, like the ones moose had. "Goddammit!" was the first thought Louis had, and the second one, "How does a moose taste??" He didn't know but he felt that his stomach definitely wanted to. Louis glanced at his watch noticing that he must have been unconscious for at least two hours. His stomach growled instantly as Louis thought again about the moose. Louis shook his head, took a fisherman's friend and searched for a trace of his friends or the moose. Following the trace, the forest was getting denser and darker, till Louis could not even see his own hands anymore. His eyes were getting tired again, but as Louis saw a small house in a clearing of the forest, he was wide awake. It was not bigger than an arbor and run down, but it looked sweet in the middle of the forest. Louis hoped this would be the end of his torture … "Jenny , John?! Are you in there?" A whimpering answered, and Louis began to run. He opened the door carefully, took a look to his right and to his left. The moonlight coming from outside turned the small house into a strange scenario, but it was still too dark to see a thing. Louis waited a moment, waiting for a moan, or any sound. After a few minutes he sneaked into the direction of something which looked like a chair. Moving slowly but steady into its direction, a gust of wind shut the door with a loud noise. Everything was completely dark again. Louis felt his fear rising again. He glanced around, blinking his eyes, but he could not even see silhouettes. He groped for something which could give him hold. His heart beat like a drum, as he suddenly touched something covered with fur. He heard a quiet “click”. The light turned on, and Louis saw that the thingy he had touched was the leg of the moose he had seen. Backing off, he now saw the whole picture: Three moose were lying on the floor around him, next to them he could see empty bottles of booze. Next to the moose he saw Jenny and John, sleeping. Louis now was able to put the pieces of the jigsaw together. His friends, apparently not injured, followed the moose after the car crash to this hut, and because they had no chance of reaching the other party, they decided to have fun with three giant moose. Louis felt his anger rising…

I shot the deputy

It was a few minutes to nightfall when somewhere you could hear three sentinels sing: “I shot the sheriff!....” “Are you guys f****** stoned again? What am I paying you for?” Doug the Head said with his hoarse voice and went back into his office, to devote himself to his drug deals again. Somewhere near the entrance five hidden policemen were observing the house of the drug dealer. At nightfall the sheriff ordered to engage. The policemen quickly crushed the sentinels and approached the door. The sheriff smashed the rotting door, which flew into flinders and shouted: “On the ground f****** asshole!” In the same moment a window broke, you could hear the broken pieces of glass hitting the ground and Doug the Head jumped out. “Get him!” the Sheriff yelled. Two of the policemen saw him as a black shadow running down a narrow pass to the creek and followed him. Having finally reached the creek, Doug hid a plastic bag filled with drugs, took two pieces of rotten driftwood, put his weed on one of them and quickly mounted the other one. As the policemen arrived out of breath, they opened fire. To dodge the bullets Doug dived down and held on to the driftwood to escape from the bluecoats. After the successful escape he felt unobserved, so he searched for the driftwood carrying his drugs and swam to the sandy bank of the river to relax."I´m the greatest, even better than Al Capone or Toni Montana," the Head shouted confident of victory. Celebrating his victory he became careless, lit a joint and took a deep breath. Suddenly he heard a gently voice singing the loveliest melody:"I shot Doug the Head, but I´m not the officer!" Doug collected his mind, drew his weapon and turned around. He saw a bluecoat taking aim. The roaring shot went through the man’s ribcage right into his heart. The deadly injured man fell to the ground and his gun slipped from his hand. "I told you a**hole." These were the last words he heard, before he closed his eyes and fell into a never ending sleep.

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