The Talking Sidewalk

“Hey, dude, you should have seen the new 867-JUNICKA car model. They’ve got the like, leather seats, and like, the like, built in GPS, and like, the um, like, the phone charger, and even the like, outlet, for like charging things. It’s like, so like, awesome.” Said the gangster wannabe that was leaning on a pole. He was talking to his unicorn wannabe friend that was eating flowers. All of a sudden the sidewalk lifted itself up and shouted,
“YOU NEED TO STOP SAYING THE WORD LIKE! IT IS SO ANNOYING!” then it swallowed the gangster wannabe and went silent again. The unicorn wannabe looked up from all fours, neighed, and went back to munching at weeds.



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“DING-DONG!” the doorbell rang and a stressed-looking woman yanked open the door. She was in sweats and was sweating like mad.
“Sorry about my appearance I just sweat when I’m worried.” She said in a rushed tone. She let him in and shut the door hard behind him. He looked around the uncleaned house. It was quite nasty. He sat on the sofa and began asking questions and writing the answers on his notebook.

"So, your 17 year old son is missing?” he asked.

“Yes, my little gangster-wannabe is gone!” she replied.

“What color is his hair?”

“He doesn’t have any!”

“What colors are his eyes?”

“It’s only one color, brown!”

“Mam, you need to calm down and get a drink.”

“Ok.” She got up and got a drink, and as she was drinking it her sweat dripped into it. He was disgusted.

“What was he wearing when he left this morning?”

“His favorite blue jeans, his black beanie, and his plain white tee-shirt with a ravioli stain in the bottom left corner.”

“Okay. That will be enough for now.” He stood up and walked out. He stood in her lawn, gasping for fresh air because her house had smelled like really bad B.O. and he couldn’t stand it. Then the sidewalk lifted up and the boy the mother had described crawled out from under it.

“I’m never saying the word, um, L-I-K-E again! That place was terrible!” he shouted. Then he ran inside and he heard the mom scream in joy. The police threw his paper on the ground and got in his car. Then the sidewalk said,

“Hey, hey Mr. po-po! It’s bad to litter!” then the sidewalk swallowed him and went silent. The police opened his eyes again and realized he was in a cramped, dimly lit, and he was surrounded by centipedes. He screamed and screamed and screamed and screamed and screamed and screamed and screamed and screamed and screamed and screamed and screamed and screamed and screamed and screamed until a low but loud voice said,

“SILENCE.” Then he shut up. He looked around to see if somebody was there but he was still alone. He said,

“Who’s there? Tell me you name!” then the same voice said,

“You don’t seem afraid, young police man. But you should not litter. I am the spirit of the sidewalk. After being in hibernation for thousands of years, I have been recalled to life by a powerful wizard, named Shermanlock. He knew that the spirit of the sidewalk was going to make the earth nice again, for he knew that sidewalk spirit would cleanse the wrongs in people. I will make this world right. And littering isn’t helping my plan.” The police man replied,

“Good, you know I like you Sidewalk Spirit. You will make this world clean and good again. I will never litter again.” He heard the sidewalk spirit sigh in happiness. The world was shown to him again and he climbed out. He sighed and got in his police car, and drove away.

THE END!