decided he wanted to build a universe from scratch. He dreamed of a new world, a
better world, one where
weren't bigger than him, a world where he could turn the pages of a
and not just have it sit on whatever page it fell open to, a world where
could be heard and not seen. Yes, a brave, new world of torsos and limbs.
had big dreams, bigger dreams than a squishy little green ball should rightly possess. Obstacles hampered his grand vision, such as are encountered by all geniuses encumbered by the demands of convention and conformity. His father certainly didn't approve, giving him a
upon hearing such outlandish notions. His friends were
. There was, however, his friend
, who was smart on account of his glasses. He'd be the brains.
They toiled for weeks. Don't ask where they got the plutonium and particle accelerator. They rarely paused to
or
, and
was even too busy to
his girlfriend. After weeks of work, they were ready.
threw the switch.
"Is it on?"
asked.
"Is anything happening?"
"Just wait a few minutes."
They waited impatiently. The metal torus circumscribing the perimeter of the basement hummed and glowed, its light growing ever brighter. And then, there was a brilliant flash. Not being especially bright, just determined and handy,
figured any abrupt light indicated success. He :dance:d with satisfaction as the machine cooled down. He did not notice
until he felt a tap on his shoulder.
ran. Well, he
rolled, really, lacking the proper appendages for running. He vowed never again to tinker in the realms of such deep magic as particle physics and cosmogenesis.
THE END
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Exactly 300 words. I can't guarantee it's any good, though.