Short Stories

How I Became Successful.

A rather common question is "How do I become successful?"  and the answer the this question depends on what success is to the person.  For example, success to farmers could possibly be the best crops.  Success to a business man might be the most money.  So today, the story will be told of how one girl became the most successful.

This girl had dreams; dreams of being the best writer out there.  Day and night she worked.  Working was the only thing that mattered to her, not school, not food, just work.

One day, her and her father were riding home from a doctors appointment and the subject of light bulbs came up.  One way or another, the conversation let to the girl wondering aloud, "I wonder how many people have gone insane from the mercury in light bulbs."  "Aye, you could become rich that way.  Just think, if nobody has ever recorded that, you could dedicate your entire life just to that." He replied jokingly.  However, a joke is not how the girl took it.  "What a great idea!  I can have a big screen that has red dots appear in the location of the person!"  And that is exactly what she did.

Forty years had passed and the girl's parents had passed away.  She was now alone with her work.  She once had loved her family, but ever since she had gotten that big screen that would help her record, all she could think about was work.  The only thing she wrote was the records of where the latest death was, the time, etc.  She hardly ever spoke except to ask her assistant for either food or coffee; any other time she spoke it was a location, a time, and all the other information that she gathered.  "Austin Texas, three fifty P.M, Austin Texas, three fifty P.M."  louder and louder each time until finally she was shouting.  "Austin Texas, three fifty P.M!" and then a screech.  "Austin Texas! Three! Fifty! P! M!"  She had carried on in this way for years and she wasn't going to stop now.  She never went on dates, she had no friends, and her assistant was terrified of her as well as death but was somehow mentally trapped on the job.

At last, on one evening, she was chanting the locations and times as usual when the lights went out and she called for her assistant.  "The lights are out!"  she had called.  "I know...I am not blind." her assistant had replied. "Change the light bulb then!"  the girl had furiously shouted through the dark.  This job had made the assistant deathly afraid of light bulbs, but she could handle it no more.  As she went to change the light bulb, she purposefully dropped it on her boss.  The bulb shattered into a million pieces, the mercury draining out.  The girl fell to the ground, unconscious.  Knowing what she had done and that there was no escape now, the assistant wrote down in her boss's book to anyone that found that mad house, "Eden North Carolina, seven twenty-nine P.M." and collapsed next to her boss.

Author's note:  Hey guys!  I know it's short but this was one of those stories that were better left short.  And I realize that I did not give the girl or the assistant's name.....it shall stay that way.  That's right, you will never figure out her name...or maybe you will?  You can leave what you think her name is in the comments below.  You will either guess it or figure it out somehow. *A wink* (Clues weirdo...there might be clues. So dedicate your entire life to figuring out their names and die insane like these girls did!)