[DISCONTINUED] Random Short Stories

(s) MR. DOD

Petrified, the boy held his breath, clenched the piece of paper and extended it to his dad. Somehow, Boston didn't have to glance up to accurately predict his future. A gigantic hand flew against the wind and aggressively landed on the poor child. He staggered back. eyes welling up with numerous tears before collapsing on the concrete floor.

"Are you serious? You only got an "A" on your practice assignment? You know what? You're an absolute disgrace to this family! Go to your room and make sure you study until breakfast!" Boston's father's voice boomed, shaking the shattered cup piece that rested near him. Boston knew his father was a cruel man, but despite the vivid truth that gleamed in his eyes, he never accepted it. Waves of unbearable pain dispersed through his bruised body as he made his way to the basement smiling.

Mr. Dod viciously stepped out of the distressed kitchen, facing the outer world with a plastered smirk. The sky embraced his torturous personality, setting the clouds ablaze as they helplessly hung. "It's time," Mr. Dod muttered, grabbing his motorcycle and riding to the dead city. 

Ear deafening alarms rang through the entire bank. Mr. Dod mercilessly stuffed handfuls of money inside a thin box and ran out without his loyal comrades. 

"Stop right there!" Police charged all around him, surrounding the criminal with armed weapons. "You wouldn't want to get hurt, would you?" A handcuff clicked on.

Inside the cold, eerie room, Mr. Dod reluctantly peered out. "Hey dad, I finally got an A+. Well, I guess you're the only disgrace now."