Summer’s late afternoon settled over the landscape bringing a wave cool, refreshing air into the where a bouts of this conundrum. A tale of two friends sitting by a workstation to further their crafting of a krystal sculpture. Everything was going fine as the two laughed, lived, and lived some more - then in the evenings they would part in sharing salutations with families and return for a final good night - and on the side they’d do the some more laughing because the one friend practiced medicine. That it is only an important piece of information because i just needed a better ending to that very long sentence. So as their sculpture began to take shape, the comedian friend noticed that the other comedian friend - who it should be noted was actually a comedian - was laughing less and sculpting less. Then this happened: … . Then they spoke some words that went something like how words are typically typed. Impersonal, confusion, laughter after the mix up then total totalness - that was just a paraphrasement. This is how it happened:
Dusk was setting in over the still yet to be named area that i totally won’t name until a better time and not just because i can’t think of a name. Anyways, dusk was setting in when … happened so now the first friend, “Wait what?” He exclaimed even though it was in question form. “I thought we could enter the project together?” Utter confusion was his expression because up until now they crafted separate pieces for different competitions. He figured since his competition dropped off the earth after setting out to prove that it was round, friend two would be flattered.
By the way just so you won’t start wondering, neither friend will be named…EVER…
Friend two was a fan of sorts of separate pieces, “I just don’t want it to get in the way of our project.” Of course when the last letter was shared it was more intrigued-ragefull with a hint of concern than just concern. “I mean think about it, really.” This look was somewhat of a puppy faced pwease.
“I did and I have and I think it’ll be a splendid idea to finish our project and let the world see it.”
Friend two wrapped an arm around friend one, spun to face the work in progress and then put thier own arm around friend one, “Found this laying around, need a hand?” Was the easy approach to what was coming up next. Friend one was just all the more confused. “See, I’ve heard from an extra source that our project should be shown to the world when it’s ready.” Friend two gestured to the incomplete sculpture during this with the limp arm. “And in honour of that, I also got a great new idea.”
Friend one was at this point in a further state of confusion because the sculpture that a second ago was on its work stand - now held up his hands. Then he remembered to grab onto it before it dropped and shattered. “Such as? And how did it get from down there to up here?”
Friend two, during that explanation went off to gather some tools, returned. “Well instead of our current vision, how about we go with something a bit more abstract.”
“Such as?”
“Like it would look awesome if you don’t add on to what we agreed you would and instead, work on the lights around the stand.” The sculpture had once again, in a matter of an eye blink, went from straining the muscles of the friend to resting peacefully on the stand - as expect-able, once this realization hit the friend, he was quite surprised…and confused. “And while you’re doing that, I’ll add some things that should make it a bit abstract.”
A light bulb was now perched in his still ‘sculpture holding’ hand open-ness. Aside, “The ‘ell did this light bulb come from?” To the friend, “OK, I guess.” And with dog’s head cocked confusion, “what?” It should be noted that the light bulb dangling above his head still hadn’t turned on because it was in his hand. “You want me to abandon the project while you keep at it, but also by adding someone else’s ideas?”
With no concern for confusion or attention because of a preoccupation with adding the new ideas to the sculpture, “Yes, what do you think? Be honest.”
It finally occurred to him that the light bulb came from the socket above him so he began screwing it in, “I think it is a horrible idea. It was supposed to be our project.”
Shivers now went down his spine as the spare arm from before once again wrapped across his shoulders. It spake, “But I like the idea, the other person likes the idea, so it should look better.”
Friend two now decided it was time for some input, “If it doesn’t work, then you’ll be let back on” The new, It, now began helping with sculpting.
Friend one retired for the time being. Partly because he had nothing to do with all his newly aquired materials, but mostly because he needed a break to ease his head of just what exactly happened. So he returned some time later, “Ok, so what exactly happened?”
Friend one annoyingly turned away from the project, “We just felt that there should be some change. Got a problem with it?”
“Yes, it’s our project.”
It spoke, “Right, ‘our’ project.”
Friend one, “Dinklespam! I shoulda known it was you.” Then completely, unaccusingly to friend two, “So your just going to abandon our project?”
“I’m not abandoning anything. And what do you have against Dinklespam?”
Author’s aside: mwhahahahahaha! I named a character and it completely threw you off guard. Especially with its reference to an old cartoon on Nick. Just felt I should rub in the exasperation that there is finally a name to a character…
“You’re working on a completely new project with the neighbor known for selling beautiful creations for spam.”
“I only did that…and what about you,” yes a name would’ve been put here, but as it were, a cat jumped onto a shelf and knocked over metal ware creating a loud noise drowning the name out. Dinklespam continued, “Let’s just all get along here so we can go back to working on our project.”
Friend one, completely outraged that there’s no defense or sympathy from friend two as to their original art work, “Except that, you won’t let me in on the project! I would love to get back to ‘our’ project, but it’s in the corner!”
Friend two, “I’m working on a new project now, if you don’t like it then leave. It will probably be for the better anyways since your the judge for the competition now.”
In the course of this, friend one went from enraged at Dinklespam to being clothed in judge’s attire and given a mallet shaped pen. His confusion now showing like an ogre’s dumbness, “How did I? When did? I’m not a judge!” He then stubbed his toe on the old sculpture that had transported itself from the corner to right in front of him, the inscription read: Strike with shatter to abandon. He asked when was that put on there, but no one payed attention - he then noticed an inscription on his pen: Shatter. “I swear I just feel like I’m the target of some dry humour story.”
Friend two, “You know what? I’m tired of you constantly annoying me and pissing me off.”
Dinklespam, “Yeah, just let your friend be if you still want to work on the project. But understand that no matter what you choose,” Dinklespam gave a very stern but innocent look, “you won’t work on the project because it’s finally mine now.”
Friend two, “Just leave” She unscribed friend one’s name off everything except a clipboard.
Friend one, needless to say, couldn’t decide if he was more furious or confused at what just happened. But definitely shamed and aggravatingly astonished at the amount of blind stupidity now infecting the area. Then completely confused as out of no where, they were at a booth at the competition. Looking up pleadingly, “With how everything’s been going so far, can the punch line not actually be a punch…or any other form of physical abuse…please??…??”
Dinklespam, “Blah. And thats what this piece represents: whatever it was I just said. Can I be awarded my spam now?”
Judge two, “You’re kidding right? That’s just a formless glop of clay.”
Dinklespam, “It’s art.”
Friend one (coincidentally also judge one), “Look Dinklespam, this mallet shaped pen gives us the experience to say, get some. Come back to this league’s competition when you have something artful enough to challenge atleast one other thing here.”
Friend two, “Stop judging, just because it’s a formless glop of clay doesn’t mean it can’t be used as something.”
Dinklespam, “Yeah, think of if I had made something. Or better yet, you enter something and I’ll judge it.”
Judge three, “Do you even understand what a competition is?”
Friend one, “I have no comment to stupidity, but can that be our new award? As the prize they can get an all expense paid trip to Isle of No Return…Until You Learn How to be Smart and Figure a Way Off.”
Friend two, “Or your the retard who should be sent there. Look at what I made without you!” A twisted piece of metal and glass is held up.
Friend one, “I’m confused and car sick just trying to figure it out…”
Dinklespam, “I don’t care what it is. I think it could be better, but you made it so I won’t say anything.”
Friend one, “Seriously, does someone have a muzzle or a shock collar that we could use?” Looking around for a response: friend two looks angered, Dinklespam is trying to figure out why that was asked, judge two inconspicuously agrees, and judge three answered ‘i wish’.
There was now an audience gathered around the stage where sat judges two and three at an aside table and friends one and two and dinklespam stood around the old project. Dinklespam held friend two in a grip with hollow pieces of material, both glaring at friend one who held the pen…and was also ultra confused because he had no clear recollection at how their old project made it onto the stage, into the competition with his name entered whilst he was the judge. He thought, This just doesn’t seem possible. The crowd now occupied with their own creations and the two judges looking over the tallies, the trio had at it once again.
Friend two spoke because friend one was still trying to add everything up, “Thank You for being one of the extras in my audition.”
Dinklespam still just held.
Friend one, “Wait what?”
Friend two, “Dinklespam says I should enter my art into better competitions. So I am.”
Friend one, “This is the best, they have categories for virtually every talent. And what do you mean just an extra?”
Friend two, “Somewhere I know that, but it’s spam against you.”
Friend one, “So you feel more secure listening to spam than to an a good partner?”
Friend two, “See, it goes back to the project.”
Friend one, “How?!”
Friend two, “You set it aside to be shattered and he stood ready to pick up the pieces.”
Friend one, “It’s sitting right here. I’ve been trying to get us to keep working on it during this whole confusing whatever it is!”
Friend two, “Dinkle spam says that I think your trying to shatter it by wanting to work at it.”
Friend one completely confounded, “Am I seriously the only one who sees the reality of this? Even though I feel that there’s still something I’m not seeing here??”
Dinklespam, “Just admit it, I win, you lose.”
Friend two, “I think it’s better if we just leave it here.”
Friend one, “You do realize the implications of what your saying, yes?”
Dinklespam, “That you’re going to shatter the project.”
Friend two, “That now that I’m working on a new project, I’m saying that I never once cared about that project.”
Friend one, “Just making sure that you know I’m not the one whose been holding the real mallet called shatter.” Friend one walks off into the summer sunset accompanied by a haunting project.
Author’s note: this is officially my first piece in which I used symbolism to transcribe something. even though i hate when english professors and teachers make us find other authors symbolism…i think i understand a bit more now, why they used it. also, this is a new style that i tried out. ive been dying to get back to scott pilgrim vs the world comics so i tried writing how i thought a comic strip would be verbalized…
