The Last to Comment Wins

[tiaf]

Of life

 

[HURGMCGURG]

Of this thread.

 

[tiaf]

Write an interesting story then. Gramps and fish isn’t complete yet.

 

[BenJepheneT]

He wasn't really a role model. The day I learned how to speak was the day he told me I wasn't his. I mean, it wasn't groundbreaking. He had scales and I had fur and plus, I was the only one in preschool with a reptilian father. Didn't take long before I put two and two together.

He taught me a lot of things, but never a whole thing. He'd teach me how to string a hook but never how to reel in the fish, or how to brandish my own pocket knife but never how to hide it in your pocket. Nevertheless, he taught me many half-buckets. The rest I knew myself. It wasn't till he's gone till I realized he was giving me head starts, and I'd have to pick myself up from there. That was how weird he was. If he taught me how to bike he'd would've just given me two wheels and a encouraging thumbs up.

One thing he taught me wholly, though, was how to live life. He always spoke in limericks or like those ancient English folks. For a guy of his tongue and appearance you would've thought he was a retired con-artist but no. He lived the honest life of a ice-cream man and whenever he comes home from his rounds, he'd put me on his lap and he'd give me the poem of the day, or anything he felt like saying, really.

"A young lad's life he'd led," he once sang,
"Peaceful from wake to bed,"
"Lost his parents at a wee age,"
"Not his chastity until half dozen six,"
"And in between them all,"
"Was a life the lad had dreamed since small."

He wasn't interesting, nor was he some crackpot you'd have around to laugh at. He was a simple guy who just happened to be orphaned at six, had sex at thirty-six, and was happy about it.

He didn't even care if I was the only one on his funeral. That old lizard went out with a smile I still can't beat till this day.

So I dedicate this song to him. For those ten years he'd lived with me, he didn't teach me a lot, but he teach me the most important thing of them all - Let It Be.

[the recording scratched to a halt, along with a rasping silence and the husky voice]

[a musical note followed, piano keys trailed into the cassette tape]

[Shiro immediately recognized the sound. His father would hum it time from time, and twist the knob on his radio whenever it came up]

[the piano keys stopped as abruptly as it began, the husky voice returned]

I remember his last words. "Take a deep breath, and let it go." Ironic, I know,

but at least he went with a smile.

[Let It Be by The Beatles, a British band of four lions from the '60s, begin filling into Shiro's ears]

When I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me

[Shiro heaved in a bitter breath]

Speaking words of wisdom -

[god damn if it ain't the right time now]

"Let It Be," Shiro breathed into the cold air.

 

[BenJepheneT]

He taught me a lot of things, but never a whole thing. He'd teach me how to string a hook but never how to reel in the fish, or how to brandish my own pocket knife but never how to hide it in your pocket. Nevertheless, he taught me many half-buckets. The rest I knew myself. It wasn't till he's gone till I realized he was giving me head starts, and I'd have to pick myself up from there. That was how weird he was. If he taught me how to bike he'd would've just given me two wheels and a encouraging thumbs up.

One thing he taught me wholly, though, was how to live life. He always spoke in limericks or like those ancient English folks. For a guy of his tongue and appearance you would've thought he was a retired con-artist but no. He lived the honest life of a ice-cream man and whenever he comes home from his rounds, he'd put me on his lap and he'd give me the poem of the day, or anything he felt like saying, really.

"A young lad's life he'd led," he once sang,
"Peaceful from wake to bed,"
"Lost his parents at a wee age,"
"Not his chastity until half dozen six,"
"And in between them all,"
"Was a life the lad had dreamed since small."

He wasn't interesting, nor was he some crackpot you'd have around to laugh at. He was a simple guy who just happened to be orphaned at six, had sex at thirty-six, and was happy about it.

He didn't even care if I was the only one on his funeral. That old lizard went out with a smile I still can't beat till this day.

So I dedicate this song to him. For those ten years he'd lived with me, he didn't teach me a lot, but he teach me the most important thing of them all - Let It Be.

[the recording scratched to a halt, along with a rasping silence and the husky voice]

[a musical note followed, piano keys trailed into the cassette tape]

[Shiro immediately recognized the sound. His father would hum it time from time, and twist the knob on his radio whenever it came up]

[the piano keys stopped as abruptly as it began, the husky voice returned]

I remember his last words. "Take a deep breath, and let it go." Ironic, I know,

but at least he went with a smile.

[Let It Be by The Beatles, a British band of four lions from the '60s, begin filling into Shiro's ears]

When I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me

[Shiro heaved in a bitter breath]

Speaking words of wisdom -

[god damn if it ain't the right time now]

"Let It Be," Shiro breathed into the cold air.

.......

[the static noise filled Shiro's canine ears as it spasmed in and out of focus]

......th-....-ing...on?

[looks like it might take a while]

 

[tiaf]

I wanted the Gramps and Fish cop story.

 

[HURGMCGURG]

Too much work. You do it. I'm going to go take my nap.

 

[tiaf]

You really want the fujoshi do the job? Seriously?

Ok, it will be full of fishblood (unreasonable drama), obnoxious side characters and a lot of facepalm.

 

[binarysoap]

Remember to link the story here after you're done

 

[HURGMCGURG]

I regret my life choices.

 

[binarysoap]

Your life choice of trying to win here?
I agree

 

[HURGMCGURG]

 

[tiaf]

Duh (σ･з･)σ

 

[SilentApproval]

Well, I have nothing to do now so...

 

[tiaf]

A new member

 

[HURGMCGURG]

Welcome. We have your gift basket already set up, filled with your obligatory cancer and depression. Please enjoy your stay!

 

[tiaf]

Gramps don’t scare off @SilentApproval. Don’t forget the occasional IQ decreasing entertainment!

 

[binarysoap]

My IQ can't get any lower, so does that mean your IQ decreasing entertainment will cause underflow?

 

[tiaf]

IQ can go into the negative, don’t worry. We will still welcome those in the negative triple digits

 

[HURGMCGURG]

IQ can go into the negative, don’t worry. We will still welcome those in the negative triple digits

*Stares intensely at @BenJepheneT *