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Beep! Beep! Beep! Issac stretched out his arm from his bed over the alarm clock and tried to make sure it was over the off button and then let gravity do the rest. He looked at the clock, still in place from being screwed to his night stand. 9:50 am, April 1st. Issac was not a morning person, but April fools was one of his favorite days of the year, which brightened up his normally groggy morning attitude just a bit. While he never made a point to fool people, but if he found an opportunity he sure wouldn't let the chance pass by. Honestly, it wasn't the pranks and trickery he loved about April fools, it was a day that inspired people to do something creative.
Knowing if he didn't get up now he'd fall right back asleep, he let out a giant, loud yawn as he sat up, and shook his face to get his blood pumping so he'd have enough energy to get out of bed. Knowing this short burst of energy would not last long he stood up, snatching his e-cig off it's charger on the nightstand and slipped it in his pajama pocket as he began walking towards his kitchen. The short burst of energy had wore off, the only thing that keep his feet sliding across the floor was the urge for coffee. As he passed through the living room he lifted his hand slightly and let it fall hitting the on button on his remote which lay on the arm of his couch.
As he made it to his precious Keurig, he hit the big cup button, letting gravity do most of the work again. He could hear the TV, but at this point it was noise. As the Keurig began spitting out coffee into the cup that he made sure was there every night before he went to sleep, he pull his e-cig out of his pocket, unable to wait for a stimulant to enter his bloodstream, and took a deep hit. The minty, sweet vapor filled his lungs and he felt himself starting to come to life. Slipping the e-cig back into his pocket he turned around and faced the fridge.
As he used his right hand to open the refrigerator door, his left hand pushed on the leaver of the freezer door long enough for a single ice cube to pop out. He grabbed a small cup in the fridge that had the perfect amount of Splenda and cream mix in it already. Issac turned back around and dropped the ice cube and premixed cream into the coffee cup and grabbed a spoon that he had set right next to the Keurig on a paper towel and mixed his coffee until the ice cube had melted away. Placing the spoon down he finally began to drink his precious coffee.
Consciousness poured into him as he gulped down the coffee, he finally began to hear the TV as the 10:00 am news came on. He picked up two bananas as he walked into the living room, standing behind the couch, instead of sitting on it for fear of getting tired again. They started off with a breaking story, something about pricetags floating above peoples heads, the whole news cast had tags above their heads as well. Very confused, he squinted his eyes and leaned his head closer to the TV.
'What the fuck are they talking about?' Then it dawned on him, today was April 1st. "That's brilliant!" He laughed loudly, they almost had him going there for a second.
He noticed the head anchor had a price tag of $25k over his head. 'Not bad,' he thought until he saw that the co-anchor had a $300k price tag over her head. Issac tilled his head to the side and nodded to himself, 'Makes sense, she's a fox.'
The story went on and he almost spit he coffee out of his nose when they reported a paparazzi photographer who took a picture of Snookie with a $5 price tag above her head. The news was usually pretty boring, but it seems like they spiced up the creativity for a good April Fool's gag. 'Best day of the year,' Issac thought with a small grin on his face. He was about to head for the shower when something caught his ear again. He turned back around towards the TV, now they were saying that Ted Cruise had come out claiming that he was the anti-Christ, and that anybody could by someones soul from him for the price listed above their head.
'Eh, that's a bit far.' He thought, but the irony still made him chuckle a tad. Reflecting back on it as he made his way to the shower, he supposed Ted Cruise coming out as the anti-Christ was probably the most believable part of the story. He chuckled to himself again.
He opened the door to the bathroom and walked towards the shower, something in his peripheral caught his attention. He turned his head to the mirror above his sink and what he saw did not make him laugh at all. He had a price tag above his head. A sharp pain stabbed at the pit of his stomach, '50 trillion dollars?!' Shocked and confused he tried to make sense of it. He ran as quickly as he could back to his bedroom and grabbed his phone. 13 missed calls from family and friends. The first person he called back was his best friends Nick.
After the conversation Nick had confirmed his fears, and seemed just as worried as him. He slapped on a shirt, some pants, jumped in his car and started driving to Nick's house. On the way there he returned all the calls. Everybody was as shocked and confused as he was. He couldn't help but notice the price tags above everybody's head. They ranged from 5 to 6 figures, but nothing close to the 50 trillion above his head, which made his stomach turn.
Issac finally arrived at Nicks house. He anxiously knocked on the door, he didn't have to wait long for Nick to open the door. Nick's exprision went from already worried to morbid when he saw the tag above Issac's head. "Dude," was all the Nick could mutter.
Issac rushed inside. 'This can't be right, what the hell is going on?' Nick's price was 360k, his wife's Linda's price was 400k. Her expression became just as morbid as Nick's was when she too saw his price tag.
"What the fuck is going on? What are we going to do?!" Issac said in a loud worried tone.
"I...I...don't know." Linda responded.
"Issac, is that you?" Nick said, pointing at the TV. Issac turned to look.
"I...I...can't believe..." Issac muttered. Someone had taken a picture of him as he was heading to Nick's and it was all over the news. Shortly after turning his price tag into the story of the century they cut away to a reporter interviewing Ted Cruise, who apparently had another message for the world. Ted Cruise explained how he was just the middle man, that people are buying these souls from Satan himself. Then he went on to say that after enough bought souls from him he planned on buying Issac's soul and using it to take over the world. Looking deep into the camera, as if he was staring straight at Issac, he ended with, "...and I'm getting close, very close.
"Why? Why me? What the hell is happening?" Issac scream in a panic. He rushed over to the couch, he needed to calm down. He pulled out his e-cig and took a deed hit, filling his lungs with the nicotine vapor. He coughed it out and Linda sat down next to him on the couch asking him in everything was okay.
He didn't respond, the answer was obvious. Issac closed his eyes, trying to push the thoughts from his mind as he took deep, slow breaths. Then he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket as it started to ring. He began to pull his phone out to see who was calling when he noticed something weird. 'This isn't my ringtone.'
Beep! Beep! Beep! The alarm clock went off. Issac snapped awake. His heart was racing and he was covered in sweat. 'It was just a dream!' He started laughing, "It was just a dream!" He laughed even harder. He slapped the off button on his alarm clock, wide awake. He didn't need any coffee, but it the routine was just a part of who was. He made his cup, grabbed the bananas and ate them behind his couch just like normal. Although, he didn't turn on the TV. His mind was too busy thinking about how his own subconscious had played the ultimate April Fool's prank on him.
After finishing his bananas he headed for the shower with a huge grin on his face, thinking about how funny it was going to be when he told Nick the whole story. He didn't even notice the $50 trillion price tag above his head when he passed the mirror in his bathroom this time...
The end.
Submitted May 14, 2015 at 10:27AM by jmcbrideart http://ift.tt/1EF1n94 WritingPrompts
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