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Searching the depth's of his imagination to pen interesting story's!! [August 2007]
The Wasp Antoine Louis
Why me, Why me?", Paul kept asking to himslef. This cry Vibrated against every square centimeter of his magnolia colored bathroom. Again he repeated, "oh god, Why me?". The poor boy's cry was drowned by the sound of a buzzing force that disrupted every air molecule around paul's head. "Buzz, Buzz", the noise grew louder with each passing second. Paul's heart rate grew to the point where the pulsating organ was noticable through the rthymic movement of his cotton shirt. Salty persperation poured down his forehead as if it was a waterfall that would actually never end. He grabed a square of tiolet paper to wipe the moisture off him and noticed that his temperature has risen. The point of no return was now and he reconized the difficultites of his defence.
The minimalist music of the gaustly insect filled Paul's head with thoughts of insanity. For he was a true music lover and has often enjoyed the sound of buzzing coming from strange flying creature's. Not today and not now. This Waspy symphony is most likely filled with gorgeous harmonies and beautiful melodic lines but to Paul this piece of music was a combination of dissonance and disgust. All tonality was abandoned to Paul's ear.
"Oh god, what to do?", Paul thought to himself. Knowing that he could not evacuate from his position,he slowly started to use his intelligence. Paul had human reason on his side, this was his only defence against the bug. Early in his childhood, Paul was a master of solving puzzles. Hours on end would be spent finding solution's to riddles that required very smooth and cleaver detection. What a beneficial skill to have at a time like this. The wasp had the facilities of flight to its advantage. Thats the one thing that crept to the front of Paul's mind and stayed there. Winged as the creature might be, it still could not match the reason that existed behind this very intelligent human.
Fear lingered throughout Paul's body and this could turn out to be a disadvantage. To calm himself, he closed his eyes in order to think clearer. "I must locate the bee and keep an eye on him at all times", he thought out loud. The mirror!Yes,the mirror! the resonance produced by the buzzing was coming from the shower. "bzz bzz", the sound occured again, to which this time frightened him and all train of thought was lost. "Damn wasp", Paul screamed out of terror. Although the mirror was dirty and looked as if someone had been blowing hot air on it to write funny words, it still produced a visible reflection of what was happening in the shower. If ever there was a time where concentration was the key, this time was above all. Paul's eyes were focused directly on every spec of that mirror in hope of the slighest movement from the insect. Just when he thought it was all over the wasp came rushing out of the shower and quickly accelerated its way towards Paul's head. Out of panic, he swayed his arms like he was a intoxicated drunk during a bar fight but luckily the creature did not finish its course and monuvered a impressive figure eight and successfuly landed on the towel rack. Again his heart rate increased and he could not stop staring furiously at the proudful wasp. The mirror was now futile due to the fact that the bug was right in front of him. It could of took one mistake on his part for the wasp to come plunge it stinger right into the hairy cheek of this yound man's face. "Oh you devil", Paul began to say,"i'll make sure of it you dont catch me off guard". The brown pupil's of his eyeballs began to widen out of curiosity. He desperaltly searched for a useful weapon out of these bathroom products. "ah hah", Paul said as he saw the disinfectant spray can on the shelf. "'l'll spray the little bugger to death". Right as he was about to take hold of the odor eliminator he began to take into consideration the distance between him and the insect. He sighed with frustration for he realized that the particles of the antibacterial juice would not reach the bug. There was not enough horse power in that can. The search grew more frustrating because the wasp had the ability to move any second and Paul was unarmed.
"THE PLUNGER", Paul screamed with joy. "Yes, it was right in front of my eyes". Every bone in his body tingled out of delight. Everything that existed in this universe now existed for him. He felt on top of the world at this moment. Nothing could stop his overflowing sense of power now. Not even this highly dangerous stinger could match the movements of his plunger. Without thinking he quickly droped the toliet paper that was in his right hand and gripped his fingers tightly around the wooden stick of the plunger. As he picked it up his nostrils tingled because of the horrifing scent that the plunger gave off. The air was now filled with a mixture of feces and the smell of an unwashed toilet bowl. At the end of the rubber plunger Paul noticed a tiny brown clump of feces stuck to it and immedialtly stopped himself from vomiting. "Perfect", he said in a creepy voice. If the wasp attempted to strike him, all he needed was to smack the creature out of mid air and bring him to death. Paul decided not to hold back. This intruding insect violated every aspect of bathroom privacy.
The humidity of the night made things much worse. All summer long it had been chilly at sunset but on this peculiar day the humidity took a surpirsing deviation from the rest. This humide day was the cause of Paul's uneasiness during this horrible struggle. Paul's bottom could not grip to the hard surface of the toilet seat. He feared that this distraction would cost him this battle. With his eyes strictly on the Wasp, Paul rapidly clinched the outer white tissue paper and riped the pre-determined slit. The bug came flying through air once more like a adrelin filled boy running away from the neighbors vicious dog. Before you knew it, the plunger swayed to and fro in desperate measures to put the creature in a coma. Not only did the Wasp have the agility to dodge the vindictive strokes, but he also was alittle bit to clever. Paul manages to underestimate the intelligence of his flying little friend. As the plunger moved throughout the air the bee quickly placed it tiny self onto the base of the plunger. You should of seen the reaction on Paul's face. His sweaty eyebrows jumped to the dandruff infested hair line out of shear amazment. Thoughts circled about the protein sac that existed in his egg shaped skull at velocitys uncomprehendable to the human mind. Out of instinct, he applied all his force and struck the plunger against the hard square tiles on the bathroom floor. The wasp lay there so still that it was almost as if he was never alive. A sense of sympathy came over Paul as he stared at the helpless creature lying there next to a dirty towel. "I had to do it", Paul said as he began to grab another strip of toilet paper.
To the wasp there was no ending to this horror movie. Playing the role of a dead victim was a common tale among his species. It's wings were the composer to this movies musical score and he was the conductor. "bzz bzz", Paul shook with terror at the sound of that instrument. "I thought you were dead you bastard", he said with a tired voice. The wasp was heard but was not seen. "Twice now you have took a plunge at me but this is the last time". Paul's head looked upward and there it is was. Black, shiny, it's skin had looked like leaking oil from an old car. The teenager jumped without pulling up his brown stained underwear and leaped out of the white bathroom door and safely secured himself at a distance where the wasp could not hurt him. Scraps of toilet paper were clinging to his calous foot. His reason told him to grap the wasp repelent in the kitchen. Without thinking he did so. The wasp died in a pool of chemiclas. Chemicals that ended this magnificent fight between man and insect.
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