Instead of meddling with fate like I should have, I stood still. Despite the fact that time had slowed to a crawl and I could easily dodge the bullet, I stared it down.
About forty-five minutes passed before the bullet slowly began to burrow into the skin between my eyebrows. "Ouch," I thought. "That's hot."
Soon after, Roger the Time-Travelling Cat pulled up on a motorized scooter. "What are you doing?" he meowed.
"I won't meddle with fate," I replied.
"You moron!" Roger retorted. "Do you realize how many favors I owe Humphrey the Time-Stopping Rabbit? I promised him my last Fezziwig to spare you from that bullet!"
"Dont worry," I spoke as the bullet proceeded into my brain, affecting my ability to use apostrophes. "Fezziwigs are coming back this winter." And with that, I dropped dead.
My only regret is that now Roger has to pay for parking when he gets back.
© 2000 kyle t.
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