The Story of the Man (A Children’s Tale)

“Kids are little monsters. They bite at your ankles like little fucking munchkins. I can’t step on them, so I hope they die in a plane crash instead.” Notation submitted to Shock Therapy/Kill your Mother Comic Distributions by Simon the author w/ the manuscript before he left for the Donetsk People’s Republic to fight the Americans. (2015)

still without the art, but this basic concept.

 

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THE STORY OF THE MAN

by

SIMON GASPER

Dedicated to all the children of the world. May the books they read teach them more than their parents ever will.

THERE ONCE WAS A MAN.

HE WAS A GOOD MAN. HE WAS KIND MAN.

NOTHINGS THAT THERE WAS DID BOTHER HIM.

ONE DAY SOMETHING HAPPENED HE COULD NOT UNDERSTAND.

WHAT IS THIS THAT’S HAPPENING?” HE ASKED.

BUT NO ONE WAS THERE TO TELL HIM.

WHAT IS WRONG WITH EVERYTHING?” HE ASKED.

WHAT IS WRONG WITH EVERYONE?” BUT NO ONE WAS THERE TO ANSWER.

THE THINGS HE WAS BEING TOLD DID NOT MATCH WHAT THEY WERE TELLING HIM.

HE WAS SUPPOSED TO BELIEVE THAT EVERYTHING WAS OK.

SO HE WATCHED IN THE MIRROR AS TIME CARRIED ON AND HE SAW IT WAS HE HIMSELF WHO AGED.

HE CONTINUED TO GROW AND WHEN HE OLD, HE KNEW AT LAST THAT THEY WERE LIARS.

BUT EVERYTHING IS OK,” A VOICE TOLD HIM.

EVERYTHING IS FINE. BELIEVE US,” IT CONTINUED TO SAY.

EVERYTHING HERE IS OK.”

WHAT IS THIS PLACE?” HE ASKED.

BUT NO ONE ANSWERED.

WHAT CAN I DO TO GET OUT OF HERE?” HE ASKED.

BUT NO ONE WAS THERE TO TELL HIM HOW HE COULD DO THAT.

SO FINALLY AT LAST HE OPENED HIS EYES AND REALIZED INDEED, THAT THINGS THEY WERE TELLING HIM WERE NOT AT ALL TRUE.

ARE YOU A BELIEVER?” THEY ASKED HIM. “WILL YOU DO WHAT WE TELL YOU TO DO?” IT ASKED HIM.

AM I DREAMING?” HE ASKED.

BUT NO ONE AT ALL COULD ANSWER HIS QUESTION.

THIS IS NOT CORRECT,” HE SAID.

BUT STILL THEY CONTINUED TO LIE TO HIM.

BELIEVE US,” THEY SAID. “EVERYTHING IS FINE. EVERYTHING IS OK. WE DO WHAT WE HAVE TO DO,” IT SAID.

YOU ARE LYING,” HE TOLD THEM, AND ROSE TO HIS FEET.

HE LOOKED AROUND AND SAW THAT THERE WAS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.

NOTHING HERE, NOTHING THERE.

NOT UP HERE,

NOT DOWN THERE.

SO HE BEGAN TO READ.

AND HE WHEN HE WAS DONE, HE REALIZED THERE WAS NOTHING AT ALL TO BE FOUND.

HE REALIZED AT LAST THAT NOTHING AT ALL EXISTED.

HE REALIZED FOR ALL THAT THERE WAS NOTHING IN THEIR WORDS BUT SORROW AND SELFPITY.

I DO NOT LIKE SUCH THINGS,” HE SAID & BEGAN TO WALK AWAY.

AND SO HE WALKED, FOREVER FAR.

AWAY, AWAY.

FOREVER AND ON.

THE END

 

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