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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Teens
- Theme: Mystery
- Subject: Comedy / Humor
- Published: 06/30/2022
The man walked through the abandoned building, checking corners, and looking every-which way. He heard footsteps and instantly pressed himself against the wall, blending into the shadows. He creeped slowly to where he knew the bomb to be, at the centre of the house, at the centre of the block. The tall, cunning man stepped on a creaky floorboard in a very not cunning way. He tensed, his heart in his throat.
‘What was that?’ he heard from somewhere to his left.
Footsteps pattered past his hiding place in the corner. When they passed, he investigated the board and found it to be loose. He silently eased it up, and nearly jumped back in shock. He checked his GPS system which was rigged to show where the bomb was.
Surely that can’t be right, the clean-shaven man thought, rubbing his eyes.
He pulled the bomb out of its hiding place underneath the floorboard. He examined it and found that it had a timer.
Too late, he thought.
And then it blew up.
Hi, my names Kevin Jones and this is the story of how I became speechless.
Well, it all started the day of the bomb blast. We all heard it alright, but it didn’t actually do any damage. Everything stayed the same… except our voices.
I live about 10 miles from school, so I was one of the only people unable to speak.
I came out for breakfast after I found my mum hadn’t called me and tried to say good morning, but nothing came out. I frowned and tried again. Still nothing.
Eventually I found mum, who was sitting with dad on the sofa, and they both had extraordinarily worried faces. I pointed at my voice box and then drew a line across my throat to indicate that I had no voice. She nodded and got out a piece of paper.
Same all around the block, she wrote on the sheet, and then handed it to me.
I decided to ask the all-important question, do I have to go to school?
Mum smiled and nodded, and that was that.
As I arrived at school, I waited nervously for someone to ask me a question. Suddenly, the school bully came out to greet me.
‘Hey punk, heard everyone in your block’s a mute. Did you join the tradition as well?’ he said before shoving me onto the ground.
‘Hey dirt face, whatcha’ doing down there?’ he spat for everyone to hear.
He picked me up and chucked me against the wall. Just as he was about to give me the first 3D tattoo shaped like a fist, I ducked out of the way and started running.
His fist came crashing down on the wall (which was brick!). He howled in anger, bloodlust, and I think there was a bit of pain. Just then I was saved by the bell-and the bullies cruel wrath. The day was, quite frankly, due to my inability to perform the simple basics of human communication, extremely embarrassing.
As I was heading home, I heard an almost deafening, Bang! Turns out that was all the way over at Brooklyn, America, ‘the centre of the world’! Suddenly the bus went silent.
‘The bus has never been this quiet!’ I thought.
Or thought I thought. Or thought I thought I tho- whatever. Well, it turns out it doesn’t matter what I thought, because I could speak, and what else mattered? Right?
Everyone in the block rejoiced, which was good because they (including me!) might have been the only people in the world that could speak.
The next day, I went to school and walked right up to the bully, saying, ‘who’s speechless now?’
He looked rightfully livid, and I swear his eyes were about to fall out of his head! But I didn’t care and left it at that. I turned around and walked out of school, with no one to tell me no.
Speechless(Xavier Wilkinson)
The man walked through the abandoned building, checking corners, and looking every-which way. He heard footsteps and instantly pressed himself against the wall, blending into the shadows. He creeped slowly to where he knew the bomb to be, at the centre of the house, at the centre of the block. The tall, cunning man stepped on a creaky floorboard in a very not cunning way. He tensed, his heart in his throat.
‘What was that?’ he heard from somewhere to his left.
Footsteps pattered past his hiding place in the corner. When they passed, he investigated the board and found it to be loose. He silently eased it up, and nearly jumped back in shock. He checked his GPS system which was rigged to show where the bomb was.
Surely that can’t be right, the clean-shaven man thought, rubbing his eyes.
He pulled the bomb out of its hiding place underneath the floorboard. He examined it and found that it had a timer.
Too late, he thought.
And then it blew up.
Hi, my names Kevin Jones and this is the story of how I became speechless.
Well, it all started the day of the bomb blast. We all heard it alright, but it didn’t actually do any damage. Everything stayed the same… except our voices.
I live about 10 miles from school, so I was one of the only people unable to speak.
I came out for breakfast after I found my mum hadn’t called me and tried to say good morning, but nothing came out. I frowned and tried again. Still nothing.
Eventually I found mum, who was sitting with dad on the sofa, and they both had extraordinarily worried faces. I pointed at my voice box and then drew a line across my throat to indicate that I had no voice. She nodded and got out a piece of paper.
Same all around the block, she wrote on the sheet, and then handed it to me.
I decided to ask the all-important question, do I have to go to school?
Mum smiled and nodded, and that was that.
As I arrived at school, I waited nervously for someone to ask me a question. Suddenly, the school bully came out to greet me.
‘Hey punk, heard everyone in your block’s a mute. Did you join the tradition as well?’ he said before shoving me onto the ground.
‘Hey dirt face, whatcha’ doing down there?’ he spat for everyone to hear.
He picked me up and chucked me against the wall. Just as he was about to give me the first 3D tattoo shaped like a fist, I ducked out of the way and started running.
His fist came crashing down on the wall (which was brick!). He howled in anger, bloodlust, and I think there was a bit of pain. Just then I was saved by the bell-and the bullies cruel wrath. The day was, quite frankly, due to my inability to perform the simple basics of human communication, extremely embarrassing.
As I was heading home, I heard an almost deafening, Bang! Turns out that was all the way over at Brooklyn, America, ‘the centre of the world’! Suddenly the bus went silent.
‘The bus has never been this quiet!’ I thought.
Or thought I thought. Or thought I thought I tho- whatever. Well, it turns out it doesn’t matter what I thought, because I could speak, and what else mattered? Right?
Everyone in the block rejoiced, which was good because they (including me!) might have been the only people in the world that could speak.
The next day, I went to school and walked right up to the bully, saying, ‘who’s speechless now?’
He looked rightfully livid, and I swear his eyes were about to fall out of his head! But I didn’t care and left it at that. I turned around and walked out of school, with no one to tell me no.
Lillian Kazmierczak
08/02/2022Very interesting concept. just the tought of losing the ability to speak is frightening. great story! I loved your ending!
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