TaintedMetal

This is a book with many storylines.  Well, bite sized that is. 

This large collection of stories is more than happy to explore the many different sides of fantasy, Some stories are dark while some are bright. Some are comedic while others have a serious tone (sometimes very serious). Some have mysteries while others have absurdity…..or maybe not. Depends on how you look at it really. 

Nimble, bite sized stories for you to read anywhere in a short amount of time.

Nimble

At the time of me writing this report, I may not be here much longer, not in the 'I'm gonna be free from this place' kind of thing. 


The doctor in front of me was wearing a golden pin that had his name: Basrun. His glasses were pristine clean and clear, although he had to ocassional positioned them back normally pushing them up with his index and middle finger. Sometimes the light in the room reflects on his glasses, emitting white lenses for eyes. 


"So let me get this straight." the doctor, about in his late 20s, asked. He had a clipboard on him. "You and patient #401 had a fight in the gardens, following 401 disturbing your...peace?"


"This peace being you and I quote from here 'appreciating nature by staring at the flowers and landscape surrounding it, and sniffing the fresh air."


"401 then proceeded to scream at you, saying that nature is scary and that there were insect eating plants. In reality no such plants existed in the gardens here."


Basrun continued. "But then witnesses say that you shot 401 in the head with a handgun. Now." He took out his glasses, rubbed his nose then put them on again. "Is this really true? You had a handgun on you?"


"Depends on what your definition of handgun is."


"Like this." Basrun said by positioning his thumb upwards and his index finger sideways, as if he was holding a gun. "Hand. Gun."


"You may find this hilarious but I find it absurd." Basrun glared at me. "Not just you, but some of the other staff members here, as absurd as the other patients here."


"What does that make? The most normal person on the planet?"


"No, I am a decorated man with a degree in psychology, and most of the cases I've encountered here have been handled by the book and accordingly. I can simply write that this was all just a misunderstanding. Besides, I checked patient #401. He's actually find. A bit shaken of course thinking your 'hand gun' was real, when in reality it wasn't. In fact, let me ask you for the sake of your own sanity. Do you believe your so called hand gun is real?"


"Do you wanna find out?" I asked forming my hand into a hand gun using my thumb and index finger. 


Basrun laughed, but not in a funny kind of way. It was more cynical by the looks of it. "It's not like you could actually shoot me." He started. "Besides a real gun would have had-"


"Too late." I said to Basrun as my finger pushed into his forehead, and he went into the air a few inches away from me, before crashing down. 


Not a single sound as soon as he went down. Smoke came out of my index finger, and I gave a quick blow, eliminating it as I waited my fate after this incident.


The Quiet Gun