Yuffies Garden

Yuffie danced along the line of graves, cup in hand. A makeshift watering can, six holes punched in the bottom.

‘The Tap Dancer’s Dilemma’ played from her Walkman.

Another line of graves. Spreading her life-giving mix.

A twirl, a pirouette, a smile on her face. Rising through the dirt. Dead assembled.

Gem was going to like her new garden.

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Chemists Death

“Yeah, he was studying to be a chemist when he died,” sighed Sprite.

“There has to be a pun there,” said Spectre.

“No puns,” said Yuffie. “We knew him, even if we did not like him, so we won’t make any gags about chemists, their deaths or anything that happens after.”

“What happens after a chemists death?” asked Sprite.

“They barium,” said Spectre.

Yuffie sighed.

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Doctor Kodak

“Where’s Hydra?” asked Yuffie.

“Oh, erm,” stammered Red. “He’s gone to the hospital,”

“Oh dear,” gasped Yuffie. “What for?”

“He ate a barrel of Kodak camera film,” replied Red. “The doctor said we should leave him to sleep. They will let us know if anything develops.”

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Swimming Inflatables

“Hey,” came a voice from the bushes. “Hey, Red!”

“Hydra?” asked Red. “Is that you?”

“Yeah,” replied Hydra. “Listen, the police are chasing me because I stole some swimming pool inflatables.”

“Oh dear!” gasped Red. “If Yuffie finds out she’s gonna be mad!”

“I know,” replied Hydra. “I gotta lilo.”

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Knowing Time

“She was banging on my door at 2 o’clock this morning,” grumbled Hydra.

“Good grief,” said Cloud.

“She was shouting, ‘for feck sake! Your music’s loud. Do you know what the time is?'” moaned Hydra.

“Ah,” said Cloud. “Did you know the time?”

“Yeah,” said Hydra, “a standard 4/4 rock beat.”

A quite literal, badaboomtish! 🙂

 

Flicker Flicker

He woke. Headache pounding. Eyes sore. He threw up on the dusty rug. Dust was thrown up in the air. This room was old. For this amount of dirt, and by the decor, nobody had been in here for hundreds of years. It was dark, the only light coming from a chandelier above him. Candlelight only. Three candles.

A bookcase in one corner, a sideboard in another, the third corner was empty, the fourth had a chair with himself sitting in. The room got darker. Two candles left. Flickering.

He stood up. There were no footprints on the floor. How did he get here? Darker still. One candle. Flicker.

Get out. Head to the closest door. Where’s the door? Panic. Flicker. Darkness.

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The Road

“Honestly,” said Fuen, “I am not sure what everybody is.”

“I don’t follow,” sighed Hydra.

“OK, so this place,” explained Fuen. “It’s a crossing point, from the living world to the afterlife. It is in-between. When humans, animals, and even some plants die, they walk down the paths, to the main road, and follow it to the afterlife. But we live on here for a while. We are the ideas, opinions, hopes and dreams that linger after the living embodiment is gone.”

“So I am just an opinion?” asked Hydra.

“You’re a hope or a dream Hydra,” replied Yuffie. “That’s why we don’t let you play on the road.”

I know this story has been posted before, but this is a good starting point for Hydra’s story and it hasn’t been in a book yet.