Return of the Son of the Microfiction
"I'll never kick that football," said Charlie Brown.
"Come on, Chuck," replied Lucy, firmly holding the ball in place. "You can do it this time, I'm sure."
"But you'll pull it away, just like last time," he said. "Just like every time."
It was a common scene on the county football field. Every Sunday afternoon following church, Charlie Brown, Linus, Snoopy, Lucy, and the rest of the Peantus gang would don their helmets and cleats and practice their football game. Charlie Brown was their starting kicker. And Lucy was positioned at the center of the field, holding the ball in place, anxiously waiting for Charlie Brown.
"Look, Chuck," said Lucy, reassuringly. "Next week's game is against Middleton. If we win this game, we just might make the playoffs. With a game as important as that, how would I take the football away? The game is very important to me. So have some sense and kick this ball clear into the endzone!"
"You're right, Lucy," said Charlie Brown. "With a stake as high as that, you wouldn't fool around."
And with those words of self-encouragement, Charlie Brown took off.
"This time I'll kick that football straight to the moon!"
As expected, Charlie Brown ran down the grassy field towards the ball.
And as expected, Lucy pulled away the football that last minute, sending poor Chuck a good twenty feet into the air.
"AUGH!" THUD!
"Haw! Haw! What a blockhead!" Lucy said in triumph. "You knew I was going to pull it away, but you still did it! You still tried! What a buffoon!"
The pain pulsating down Charlie Brown's spine was dwarved by the booming laughter in his ears. He heard them laughing at his injuries. Pig Pen, Franklin, Peppermint Patty, even his best friend Linus, their collective laughter was echoing in oblonged head. It's not funny, he thought to himself. They shouldn't be laughing. They should stop laughing.
"What a dolt!" Laughed Lucy. "What a block-..."
Lucy didn't have time to finisher her thought. Her words were cut off as her jaw was somehow being prevented from closing again. Her breathing was halted, replaced by the faint taste of dulled leather. Her brother Linus and her admired Schroeder could have come to her rescue, but they, like their friends were paralysed by fear from the sight that stood before them: Charlie Brown was shoving that accursed football down his nemesis' throat. The laughter stopped. Lucy's cold, lifeless body hit the ground, her trademark blue dress stained red, the football still wedged in her maw. And with a psychotic glint in his eye, Charlie Brown ran into the nearby woods.
No one dared follow.
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Please Don't Kill Me, Charlie Brown
Chapter 1 - Pigskin
"Come on, Chuck," replied Lucy, firmly holding the ball in place. "You can do it this time, I'm sure."
"But you'll pull it away, just like last time," he said. "Just like every time."
It was a common scene on the county football field. Every Sunday afternoon following church, Charlie Brown, Linus, Snoopy, Lucy, and the rest of the Peantus gang would don their helmets and cleats and practice their football game. Charlie Brown was their starting kicker. And Lucy was positioned at the center of the field, holding the ball in place, anxiously waiting for Charlie Brown.
"Look, Chuck," said Lucy, reassuringly. "Next week's game is against Middleton. If we win this game, we just might make the playoffs. With a game as important as that, how would I take the football away? The game is very important to me. So have some sense and kick this ball clear into the endzone!"
"You're right, Lucy," said Charlie Brown. "With a stake as high as that, you wouldn't fool around."
And with those words of self-encouragement, Charlie Brown took off.
"This time I'll kick that football straight to the moon!"
As expected, Charlie Brown ran down the grassy field towards the ball.
And as expected, Lucy pulled away the football that last minute, sending poor Chuck a good twenty feet into the air.
"AUGH!" THUD!
"Haw! Haw! What a blockhead!" Lucy said in triumph. "You knew I was going to pull it away, but you still did it! You still tried! What a buffoon!"
The pain pulsating down Charlie Brown's spine was dwarved by the booming laughter in his ears. He heard them laughing at his injuries. Pig Pen, Franklin, Peppermint Patty, even his best friend Linus, their collective laughter was echoing in oblonged head. It's not funny, he thought to himself. They shouldn't be laughing. They should stop laughing.
"What a dolt!" Laughed Lucy. "What a block-..."
Lucy didn't have time to finisher her thought. Her words were cut off as her jaw was somehow being prevented from closing again. Her breathing was halted, replaced by the faint taste of dulled leather. Her brother Linus and her admired Schroeder could have come to her rescue, but they, like their friends were paralysed by fear from the sight that stood before them: Charlie Brown was shoving that accursed football down his nemesis' throat. The laughter stopped. Lucy's cold, lifeless body hit the ground, her trademark blue dress stained red, the football still wedged in her maw. And with a psychotic glint in his eye, Charlie Brown ran into the nearby woods.
No one dared follow.
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Please Don't Kill Me, Charlie Brown
Chapter 1 - Pigskin