Author Topic: The Haunted Wastebasket [Short Story]  (Read 2518 times)

0 Members and 1 Guest are viewing this topic.

Reives

  • Dr Platplat
  • Director
  • Tier 7
  • ****
  • Posts: 11334
  • Gender: Male
    • Freebird Games
  • Current Mood: happy happy
The Haunted Wastebasket [Short Story]
« on: February 18, 2008, 12:39:56 AM »
Disclaimer:
[ Nominated for "one of the most immature, tasteless and pointless ending ever , that serves nothing but stupidity, without the slightest respectable sense of humour". Please excuse. :) ]



   It solemnly stood, several feet high, as an aura of grimace invisible to the naked eye emitted around its darkened metallic texture. Everyone that had ever set a foot upon the properties of Tanvil High School knew of it; they respected it, and they feared it.

   It was the haunted wastebasket.

   As Coby sauntered across the classroom, gazing at its taunting presence, he could not help but remember the most recent horrid incidence that had occurred.

   It was just a few days ago, a week before the prom. Rick Powers, the most popular kid in the school, attempted to shoot a wastebasket paper ball into its gaping frame. Rick had laughed about it, joked at its presence as his blind confidence made the shot.

Ever so gracefully had Coby seen such a wastebasket paper ball throw being performed, with such precision and perfection in every movement.

   But as with every other fool that had dared to challenge it; the paper ball was no where close to landing in the haunted wastebasket. The crowd had fell into a complete silence, before breaking into chaotic screams and unbreakable riot. Rick had stood there, limbs numb, mouth agape as he stared at the wastebasket; pure horror mirrored through his unbelieving gaze.

It was said that his girlfriend dumped him within minutes of the event in the utmost shame, and Rick was never seen again on the unholy grounds of Tanvil High School.


   
   And now, several days later, it was Coby’s turn.

   As he stood, sweat dripping freely from his forehead down by his undaunted eyes, there was not a single thought going through his mind. For that he knew; knew that the slightest distraction would lead to his ultimate failure.

The haunted wastebasket stood still, too. Mocking him, taunting him.

   Coby’s grip around the crumbled paper ball tightened itself as he took in one last inhale, enjoying the familiar scent of air one last time. The class fell silent; dozens of gazes fell upon Coby’s still figure as they pondered his wretched fate. 

   They all knew; knew that no one had ever made a successful wastebasket-ball throw into the haunted wastebasket.
   
   Through the corner of his mouth, Coby let out a sigh. Adjusting his position, his arms held out, gripping tightly around the blunt paper ball as his brows lowered. The crowd held their breath, every second seemed like an eternity.

This is the moment of truth, the moment where a man shows what he is made of.

   And that’s when it happened.

 Out of the corner of his eyes, Coby caught Rick’s figure. Rick, whom had been thought to have disappeared into the abyss, had reemerged. With the swiftest movement, Rick’s grim figure tackled Coby, and ripped off his ass with one foul swoop.

   Where Coby’s ass once was, there was no more. The crowd stood still, silence roared through the seconds that resembled an eternity.

This was the moment of truth, the moment where a man shows what he is made of. . .


FIN

Valtier

  • Tier 5
  • *
  • Posts: 368
  • Gender: Male
  • Apathy taken to an artform
  • Current Mood: depressed depressed
Re: The Haunted Wastebasket [Short Story]
« Reply #1 on: March 13, 2008, 11:00:52 PM »
Disclaimer:
[ Nominated for "one of the most immature, tasteless and pointless ending ever , that serves nothing but stupidity, without the slightest respectable sense of humour". Please excuse. :) ]


I second that nomination.   :P

menti

  • Mod-Suspect
  • Tier 5
  • *
  • Posts: 302
  • Gender: Female
  • Ça plane pour moi
Re: The Haunted Wastebasket [Short Story]
« Reply #2 on: March 14, 2008, 05:01:07 AM »
Very random... yay!

Andris

  • Tier 2
  • *
  • Posts: 39
  • ...Wut? (RyanAllen)
Re: The Haunted Wastebasket [Short Story]
« Reply #3 on: March 27, 2008, 04:21:04 AM »
'His ass is mine' Now has an entirely new meaning!