A story of the unfortunate world

Be Careful What You Don’t Wish For

Dreadman to the rescue

When Aunt Milledread called and asked for help, I knew something very wrong had happened. And that it could only get worse.

She lives in the shittiest shithole on the planet. I know that for a fact, I spent my whole childhood there. Don’t come and explain why I’m exaggerating and how more inclusive I should be.

Port Putridion’s inhabitants are the first to agree. They’re constantly complaining about how smelly, filthy, unsupportive, and uncaring the city can be. They’re not doing anything to change it, mind you.

The week’s highlight is when they gossip at Josh’s, the ice cream shop. You wouldn’t believe the tastes they have there. I used to choose “spoiled ketchup on cold fries,” one of the least disgusting…

I had sworn never to come back, but, of course, here I’m, standing in line with Aunt Milledread; I love the old bat too much. She’s shaking. She’s been shaking since my uncle, the mayor, fell from one of these stupidly dangerous scaffoldings covering the city.

Josh hands me a deliciously looking dark chocolate cone. I look at him with tears in my eyes; his words confirm my dread.

“With great taste comes great responsibility, Mr. Mayor.”

This story was inspired by Josh Knapp’s Unfortunate World. Be careful when you read his stories, he’s the ice cream man in this one…

This story’s also in response to this prompt. If you’re wondering who’s the “lost soul,” this story should give you the answer.

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Happy reading (and writing)!