The Individuals is a short story collection where you'll find a menagerie of twenty different tragic tales. Read about genetically modified humans, strangers hiding beneath robes, a girl living on an alien planet, superheroes, robots, a cyborg bear...
Taking a stroll through a forest, in the middle of the day, were three Strangers. On the right walked the tall stranger, who wore a tall pointy hat. On the left walked the short stranger, who wore a strange bulbous hat. And finally, in the middle of the two, walked the middle stranger, who wore an almost flat, but slightly pointed hat.
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" Brother, how much longer are we going to walk? Can we stop and take a rest yet?" The short stranger whined as he walked with his arms swinging out from underneath his robe.
" Quite whining, we took a break about an hour ago!" The tall stranger snappishly responded.
" Well, my feet are tired! We should take a break!" The short stranger puffed.
" We should keep moving while there's still sun out! We'll take a break later!" The tall stranger fumed back. Meanwhile, the middle stranger stopped in their tracks and looked to the side. He then swiftly turned and began walking in a different direction. After the tall and short stranger finished bickering, they noticed that the middle stranger was nowhere in sight.
" Brother?" The short stranger said aloud. The tall stranger then tapped the short stranger's leg with his foot and nodded to the side. Across the road and past the trees, the two could see the middle stranger looking down over a nearby river. The two strangers then walked over to the riverbank, to where the middle stranger was.
" We taking a break, brother?" The tall stranger asked the middle stranger as he walked up to him from behind. The middle stranger didn't utter a single word back.
" Yahoo! A river! I bet there are some tasty fish swimming in there!" The short stranger shouted in excitement. His arm then retracted back into his robe and came back out, but instead of a hand, there was a fishing rod at the end.
" I'll go catch us some fish! You use your fancy alchemy to start us a fire!" The short stranger said as he gestured towards the tall stranger. The tall stranger then sighed and walked over to a mostly empty portion of the riverbank. His leg then lifted back up into his robe and came back out with three bottles, each one being held between his toes. The bottles contained strange, fizzling liquid. He tossed the bottles to the ground and they shattered on impact, spraying their fizzling liquid out and all over the floor. After a few moments, the fizzling liquid spontaneously transformed into a small pile of wood.
" Want to help me make the fire, brother?" The tall stranger asked the middle stranger, who was still overlooking the river. The middle stranger then turned around and walked over to where the tall stranger was.
" Thanks for the help." The tall stranger said to the middle stranger as he walked over. The middle stranger didn't utter a single word in response.
A few hours later, the three strangers were all sitting around the campfire, which had plenty of fish, that the short stranger caught, roasting over it.
