The morning air is so cold it stinks.
The Babushka with six gold teeth growls at me when she opens the door. She watches me put bags on my feet. She nods and leaves. The school is well lit. The early kids roam about.
Inside the second entry there is a table. On the table is a giant paper-mache rooster. One of the Russian teachers stands over it, hand to chin. She smiles at me when I walk in.
“It is a very nice cock,” she says. I nod. I’m used to the toilet humor that results from translation errors. I only smirk, slightly.
A child walks by. The teacher points to the Rooster.
“Have you seen the big cock?” she asks the child.
I cough lightly. My throat begins to itch.
“Cock?” The child asks.
The teacher points to the rooster. “Yes, cock. Can you say big cock?”
“Big cock!” the child repeats. The teacher claps, I feel tension in my chest. I take a cough drop from my pocket and place it in my mouth. The coughing settles.
More children are mulling around. A teaching moment, it seems. The teacher gathers them together. She asks the first child what the bird is.
“A cock?” the child asks.
“Very good” the teacher says. The pressure in my chest is increasing,
I’m above this, I tell myself.
“Is it a big cock?” the teacher opens her arms wide, “or a small cock?” she pinches her fingers together.
“Small?” one child says, sheepishly.
The teacher frowns. “Noo, it is big. Can you say big?”
“Big!” the children cry.
“Big Cock,” the teacher says.
“Big cock!” the children repeat.
I begin shaking my head. The pressure in my chest has become a dull pain now.
The teacher makes a frowny face “Is it ugly?” she smiles, “or beautiful?”
“Beautiful!” the children cry.
I hear a cracking sound. The pain in my chest has gone sharp and cold.
“Big beautiful cock!” the teacher says, then, cups her ear towards the children.
“Big beautiful cock!” they all cry.
I close my eyes and swallow hard. It’s no use.
My chest cavity bursts open. Blood flies out over the hallway. The children all turn to me and stare at my torso, horrified.
A small twelve-year-old boy falls out of my chest onto the floor. He is covered in wet red slime. Some organ or another is caught in between his ring and middle finger.
There is a panic. The children begin running in all directions, screaming. The teacher herds them in to a corner blocking them from the gore with her own body; she is a good teacher.
I slump back against the wall.
The twelve-year-old boy rolls around on the floor, smearing blood and guts all over, pissing himself laughing.
Lol you slay me! 🙂
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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REblogging this on Hemmingplay 🙂
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Reblogged this on HemmingPlay and commented:
I think you’ll enjoy this one, and others by this writer. 😉
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Thanks for the blog follow! Do you do your own illustrations for these stories? I love the style 🙂
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Nikita does the art. I write. One a day. I’m glad you like them.
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This is great!! -Fallen
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Haha! Big smile over here!
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Sometimes ya just gotta let out that inner child!
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All I could think of whilst reading this was Brad Pitt in Fight Club when he turns the camera and says “nice big cock” 😂
Are you aware of a site called fat-pie.com? It’s full of really weird cartoons that I think you’d approve of.
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excellent story, hilarious. I discovered your blog few days ago. Love your stories ;o)
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Magical unrealism … hey, is that a new genre?
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Nice to meet a blogger who also enjoys talking about gigantic cocks.
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You have a delightfully twisted mind. Still laughing. :o)
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haha. I’m glad you like it. I can’t help it sometimes. I have to write these things to prevent actually going crazy.
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Welcome to that little voice and thanks for following my blog.
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Excellent! I’m pissing laughing reading it. Great writing:-)
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I’m really glad. I wrote this story to make people laugh. I laughed when I finished, couldn’t help it.
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You had me going there and I almost clicked away – judgmental moi. ROTFL.
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I was afraid this story was going to peter out, but it came to its climax quite satisfyingly.
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I’m glad you stuck it out and enjoyed it.
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I did! And 30 seconds after reading I fell asleep. 😀
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Cocktail for some odd dreams I’m sure
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lol
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Love it! :)))))
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I do not see how to visit others posts. Thanks for your recent visit to my blog.
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ROFL! Excellent! 😄😄
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Glad I could make you laugh. That’s the best compliment I can receive for this story
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Your writing is unconventional and sharp 🙂 Thanks for visiting me and pulling me here!
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You’ve floored me. 🙂
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Glad to hear it. I hope the rest of my stories entertain. This Sunday there will be a story based on this one. A mash up of my magical realism and Russian fairy tales. I hope it is well received. Thanks for reading
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I’ve had this happen many times. Thanks for making me feel normal. I thought I was the only one that this happened to 😉
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Haha yes, you’re not alone. For sure. It happens way too often while living abroad. You’d think I would’ve grown up by now…nope.
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Oh, my God. I think I might be a 46-year-old 12-year-old. I’m dying!
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Haha I think most people have a 12 year old boy inside them somewhere. Even if not everyone admits it. I’m glad I could make you laugh.
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Hahaha flash, I was really seldom so amused. Hach, translation errors can be really funny. What a pity that I seldom get informed about my language-errors. But I own some laugh number of course….. …. Interesting is the moodchange of the narrator. Grin, cough, coughhard, heart pressure,bursting! It seems to have been an entertaining day … I will not ask about th mess on the floor … hahaha
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hahaha yes, this was an interesting day. I really love this story simply because it still makes me laugh because it is exactly how I felt in the moment.
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o.k. but the feelings of pressure until bursting are not really funny! It is more how you describe the situations, your style and your vocabulary…..that makes the story fun!
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haha thank you, happy to hear it.
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