A Molecule Affair

Maria was the very first molecule created. She was surrounded by darkness and silence. What was her purpose? Sub atomic particles bounced around inside her. She wanted answers.
One day Anthony appeared. Another molecule. Soon they were a couple. They wanted to merge, but had no extremities and sex hadn't been created yet. Their particles were getting more restless. Maria and Anthony decided to take a break.
Soon, however, billions of other molecules appeared. They lost track of each other. Maria wound up in Cleopatra and Anthony was placed inside Napoleon. Two different, but exciting lives.
Life became more complex. Time as a concept became important. Particle accelerators destroyed sub atomic particles. Maria and Anthony never did meet again. This tragic couple was lost to time.

Francis

Nunzio knew being a good father meant teaching your son. Francis was frightened. He looked up at the 40 foot tree and cringed. You got this, his father insisted. It's in your DNA. Go ahead and climb.
His son tentitively grasped the tree and started climbing. At ten feet, he lost his grip and fell. His big eyes pleaded with his father to take him home, but Nunzio was determined to finish this task.
Ten, fifteen times Francis tried  and the resulys were the same. Nunzio despaired. Was he a failure as a father?
Suddenly a tour bus pulled up full of people with cameras. Francis spotted them and impulsively scampered to the top of the tree and hung upside down on a sturdy branch. One tourist became so excited, he got off the bus and walked toward the tree. The tour guide ran up and stopped him. Koala bears look cute, but they can quickly turn vicious. Get back on the bus.
Francis eventually dozed off up there.

Husky Revolt

The eight huskies stopped dead. The sled came to a halt. The maniac driving it cursed them. Walt, husky leader, told his crew what they already surmised--the human was insane. Crossing Antarctica alone in sub zero temperatures was suicide. We didn't sign up for this, he barked. The others howled in agreement.
We need to turn this baby around and head back to civilization. I want to have kids. My balls are frozen. So is my tongue. Eight of us, one of him. Plus, you're sick of staring at each other's butt hole. We were ready to sacrifice in the name of exploration, but not this insanity. Even Polar bears are huddled together.
Let's shift our weight and do a reverse. If he falls out, not our problem. See that? He just spit on Malcolm. The swine.

Dracula

Dracula was getting impatient. His watch said 315 PM. Five more hours until daylight. His idiot caretaker insisted on leaving his coffin in the living room with the TV on.
Dr. Phil was a blowhard. Ellen was silly and immature. He knew all of Rachel Ray's recipes. Got annoyed at soap operas. Judge Judy scared him. So did the women on The View.
He was consumed with nightfall and blood. His caretaker sometimes played music. Metallica, Radiohead, Connie Francis and Barry Manilow. Dracula especially enjoyed the Andy Williams Christmas album.
But the days dragged to the point he wished he weren't the un-dead.He wondered what blood type Dr. Phil was. The only real celebrity he'd bitten, bit him right back. It was Dick Cheney. Dracula respected that man. How could he not?

Silence

I live in silence. My condo has no parties, my neighbors are quiet. Sometimes it is so quiet I play with zippers and call credit card customer service just to hear menus.
People who live out in the country must go slowly insane. I think that's what happened to J.D. Salinger over the years.
Last night I was alone in a coffee shop except for a guy sitting behind me who didn't make a peep. I hardly knew he was there as I wrote in my notebook. Maybe the glare from the top of my skull drove him into a trance.
There was mercifully no piped in music, no scrambling, giggling kids.I closed my eyes and thought about my legacy as a writer. Then I thought about chocolate as I remained in my quiet little bubble.It was so silent I prayed I wouldn't fart and have it heard by the teenage counter girls.

The Journey

Eldon was exhausted, as was his family. The covered wagon bounced and jerked sideways. His kids cried. His wife was a pillar of strength, which kept him going.
He had the paperwork giving him a stake, a piece of land he could farm. His cousin Josepi was already established out west with a pizza parlor. Business was popping, although he had to make his own cheese.
His son asked about Indians and Eldon could not betray his own concern. Day after day they trudged on through freezing cold and wind. One day it rained hard, causing serious mud, which the horses got bogged down in. They were stranded. Off in the distance they heard music growing closer.
Out of the rain and fog emerged a mariachi band. They were lost, looking for Mexico.
Eldon pointed south and told them to keep going in that direction. In return, the band offered a maracas player. Cannibalism crossed Eldon's mind for a moment. He shook his head. Even here in the middle of nowhere, a man must keep his principles. Eating one of the horses was not off the table however.

Dissent

The idea came to me as I drove past a Chuck E. Cheese. Why not a similar place for adults. where they could engage recklessly. I'd call it Dissent, a place where adults could gather and do nothing but argue.
Light refreshments would be served and admision would be $20 a head. Get all of it off your chest. Make it clear you are right 100%. Lung power was vital. Listening was not. Anyone caught agreeing would be tossed out.
For a $100 yearly membership you get a black card entitling you to join any Dissent group anywhere.
Who needs understanding when one has a perfectly good position?
I personally believe not all body fungus is bad. Go ahead, argue that.