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The Sneeze

by on May 24, 2012

This week’s Trifecta Writing Challenge is to write a story between 33 and 333 words using the third definition of the word wild : (1): not subject to restraint or regulation : uncontrolled; also : unruly  (2) : emotionally overcome <wild with grief>; also : passionately eager or enthusiastic. And here we go.

Pocaville wasn’t any different from most small towns, with one big exception. It had a superhero. Not only that, but it had a supervillain as well. This was extraordinary, since most superheroes defended major cities, leaping tall buildings in single bounds and so forth. The tallest building in Pocaville wasn’t technically a building at all; it was a water tower out on Route 42. But whatever they didn’t have, Pocaville had supers. Specifically, the Sneeze, and her archnemesis Doctor Sheep. Their battles were, if not  legendary, at least mildly interesting. The town’s single newspaper, the Pocaville Dot, had never sold more copies than its account of the first battle, back in the spring  of ’09….

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Emmy Cambridge sniffed. Then her face went pale, and she gripped her nose. Not again, she thought. She’d been taking appropriate meds since Christmas, she’d stayed as far as she could from pollen or pepper, she’d locked herself in her room at the first robin of spring, but she still couldn’t avoid it. “Don’t make me allergic,” she whispered in fear as she cowered in the children’s section of the town’s tiny library, the only one in the county. “You wouldn’t like me when I’m allergic.”

For a second she thought she might have stifled the impulse, and she sighed in relief. Then she heard a crash from outside. She peeked out the window, and saw, to her astonishment, a sheep marching down the sidewalk, waving a sizable laser gun and yelling about how he was going to have his revenge on humanity and so forth. Suddenly Emmy Cambridge’s grey eyes lit with wild joy, as she realized for the first time that her unique ability could be useful. She dashed through an emergency door, came face to face with the diabolical Doctor Sheep, took her hand away from her nose, and unleashed a wild sneeze that catapulted him right into the Pocaville welcome sign, smashing it to splinters. And so the day was saved once again.

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6 Comments
  1. That made me laugh, particularly “you wouldn’t like me when I’m allergic”! Fun to read, thanks for sharing it!

  2. Oh, yeah!

  3. Thanks for linking up with this funny response. I love the offhanded way you deal with the absurd in your story–“Their battles were, if not legendary, at least mildly interesting.” and “yelling about how he was going to have his revenge on humanity and so forth.” That “and so forth” elevates this story. Nice job!

    • Thank you! I hadn’t known about the writing challenge before this past week, or I would’ve joined up sooner. It seems like great fun!

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