Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Entry #120

The Truth Behind Boot-cut Jeans
by Scott D. Parker


Without a doubt, the worst thing about being a teenaged faun is you can’t wear shorts. You can’t go swimming, you have to get exempted from PE, and playing any sports is simply out of the question.

And how do you hide your cloven hooves? Boot-cut jeans. The best invention for the faun community since those hidden gated ranches that dot the country.

So what do teenaged fauns do for fun? The mall. That’s all there is. You go to the mall, you walk about, and shop. Boring as hell after the first few months.

I was wandering listlessly at the mall that day when I saw those jeans. It was the same brand as mine, same style, same distinctive curvature at the base. My heart palpitated and my horns tingled as I adjusted my ball cap. I drew in her fragrance. She was a faun.

Almost at the top, I reached out to touch her, get her attention. Somehow, still don’t know, I lost my balance. I bumped her and her hoof slid on the escalator step. She righted herself but the cuff of her jeans caught in the narrow slit where the steps disappear. Her jeans ripped, exposing her beautiful, downy legs.

Women screamed, babies cried, men stood with mouths agape. The police took her away. They found our community and rounded us up.

I am an outcast here in the camps. But at least I can wear shorts now. I really hated jeans.

17 comments:

JR's Thumbprints said...

Not all humans looked upon your kind, your race, unfavorably. There are those that would fawn over a faun. Linda Courtland's story shows that.

I like how you took the whole hooved feet concept in another direction.

Scott Parker said...

Wow. Didn't even read any other entries (other than David Cranmer, #93 [where I got the link today] and Sandra Seamans, #20) until I had finished my own. I was reading in reverse order. Linda's story is much more elegant than mine.

McKoala said...

I was a teenaged faun. Great idea. Twice, apparently.

September said...

dejavu of sorts - interesting.
I liked it.
I loved the ending.
Good job.

Lena said...

Liked the way you ended it. Really one good piece here. Guess would love to read more on that.

*~*{Sameera}*~* said...

Similar to Linda's but yet so different.Happens when great minds think alike!

Good one,liked the humor entwined :)

laughingwolf said...

fret not overmuch, shit does happen :O lol ...nice one!

sandra seamans said...

Nice one, Scott!

Jacob Weaver said...

Wow, talk about a surprise ending. I loved the nice, innocent build up to the bleak ending. But on the bright side he can wear shorts now, right? Well done.

David Cranmer said...

Scott, I really enjoyed this one. Very creative and funny.

RiverSoul said...

Interesting concept,
Loved the storyline
:)

Barbara Martin said...

Great story, and I haven't read any faun stories before.

Catvibe said...

Scott, I think your story picks up where Linda's story leaves off, and her faun and your faun found each other in a somewhat awkward beginning to say the least. I'm sorry they can't live amongst us, I'd accept a faun for a friend! :-) I enjoyed your story very much.

Sarah Hina said...

I like that his eagerness for love, and desire for a connection, is what led to their fall. When there's so much to protect, it's hard not to be a little clumsy. Especially as a love-struck teen, faun or human. :)

Very imaginative take, Scott. And I like that you let him keep his sense of humor, even in such dire circumstances. Great job.

Terry said...

Scott, your intriguing title caught my eye, and now I won't be able to buy a pair of jeans or drive by a gated community without thinking of your story. I enjoyed the subtle humor in this very creative, well-written piece.

Linda Courtland said...

I love that someone else here saw the photo and thought of cloven hooves! Nicely executed, vivid and compelling.

jason evans said...

Great job with pacing, entertainment value, technical skill, and voice! And welcome to the Forties Club!!

Thanks for being a wonderful part of the contest.