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Death By Comics

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Published: May 13, 2008
Death By Comics
Written by Bonnie Watson
2008

He learned to read from the many comic books left daily down by the creek. There were all sorts to choose, from Marvel to DC, to the less familiar independent titles. His favorite was an older version of the Aquaman series. The way the hero dived and swam, able to dwell above and below the water’s surface, was simply amazing! He even nicknamed himself Aqua in honor of the superhero.

Aqua’s least favorite was the Incredible Hulk. To him, Hulk resembled the giant bullfrogs that frequented the lilypads. Their steady croaks echoed around the creek in eerie unison, clumped together in a mix of green and blossoming white. Just past those lay the shore and where Aqua spent many a morning studying the comics.

Today, he purposely missed the school for another adventure of Aquaman. Besides, the school was so close he could almost hear his classmates over the singing of bullfrogs.

Suddenly, the frogs stopped. Someone was coming.

Normally, Aqua never stayed this long. Yet today he was feeling rather bold, and decided he wanted to see exactly who was leaving the comic books by the creek. From a nearby hiding spot, he watched as two boys came plodding down by the river’s edge. They soon settled in the wet grass, drawing up the unused comics and pulling out new ones. Instantly, Aqua spotted a fresh favorite.

Hot dog! Aqua thought as he eyed a newer version plop next to the water. I wonder how long before they leave?

Aqua hated waiting, so as soon as their backs were turned, he darted from hiding to read the first opened page.

Pow! His vision rippled black and white. What was this? A net? Did the boys think he would steal their books?

Aqua was known throughout his school for being the smallest, and he quickly made use of it. The holes in the net were far too large, and he immediately dived right through just as Aquaman would have done.

Feeling proud, he made for the lilypads, confident the boys would not follow.

Too late, he saw a plump form crash into the water above him.

The Hulk? No, wait! That’s not-

The mouth opened. The tongue flew out.

Slurp!

The minnow was eaten.
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Normally, Aqua never stayed this long. Yet today he was feeling rather bold, and decided he wanted to see exactly who was leaving the comic books by the creek.
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i liked it except for the last line. i think you should leave it to the reader to understand that Aqua was a minnow.
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bonbon3272Professional Digital Artist
Understood. Thanks for reading ;)
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bloodrose83Hobbyist Writer
Aww, poor thing. I liked the twist at the end, who'd have thought a minnow could learn to read?
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bonbon3272Professional Digital Artist
hehe, just a fun little piece :)
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bloodrose83Hobbyist Writer
I enjoyed it. :)
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bonbon3272Professional Digital Artist
yay!
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bloodrose83Hobbyist Writer
I have to see if I can pull some commission paragraphs out of my dull brain after dinner, if I don't get caught up doing parts of my Secret Project or making that mango pie I've been planning.
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bonbon3272Professional Digital Artist
hehe...and yes...more SC RP thing coming...
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Oo, very good then. :aww:
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