Meet Jerry, the friendliest terminal cancer you’ve ever seen.
Jerry the Cancer
Hi there! I know this may come as a shock to you, but I’m Jerry, your lung cancer. Boy, this is awkward. You look a bit pale, should we take a break here, or… OK, no, let’s just get this over with. That’s right, you have lung cancer; I’m not surprised, but anyway. First of all, I would like to thank you; after all, all that smoking is why I’m here today, so cheers to that, I’m quite grateful.
‘Why,’ she screamed with her heart racing. He pushed his hands against the door behind her and leaned forward with an evil smirk on his face. ‘How dare you,’ he uttered grinding his teeth. She turned her head away from him and closed her eyes in fear. He frowned and punched the door behind her with great force, as she gasped in despair. ‘Look at me,’ he yelled, grabbing her by the jaw and facing her towards him. As their eyes met, fury and hatred bled out of his eyes, piercing her like a thousand needles.
You finally get your pot of gold, but then it turns out to be nothing more than chocolates, wrapped in tin foil. The worst part is that you fall for it every single time, with no exception. I am, of course, talking about my own life, as others seem to possess an unnatural ability to turn things around with great ease. To me, it represents more than a feeble effort. As soon as I show signs of some will to get up, life always remembers to push me back down, with great punctuality. This time it’s no different. Well, actually it is. See, this time, life got tired of throwing nibbles of shit in my face. It’s been doing that since we first met. This time, it decided to throw the whole damn bucket of shit in my face.
This short story I wrote when I was in the 10th grade, as an assignment my teacher gave me. I remember she was very impressed, but now that I think about it, she may not have had the highest of expectations from a 16 year old studying math and computer science in a high school where English as a second language wasn’t very popular among the students.