I honestly never expected to see myself doing this, and yet here I am.
One-shots are, I've discovered, a great way to punch writer's block in the face, and to get those creative juices flowing. As such. This is supposed to be one big collection, like a sort of creative outlet. No specific theme, no specific franchise, no specific length, just the aimless ramblings of a craz... no, actually... a pretty average guy.
I might do requests from time to time, so take a shot at submitting one if you want.
Also, if you want to challenge yourself, try reading these before checking at the bottom for what I'm currently writing about.
With that said, here's my first:
Old Jungle Sayings
It was a cold, dry evening in the small African nation of Bengal, and through one of the capital's rougher neighborhoods, one could spot in the distance a large character come walking down the street.
He was a very tall man, at least 6 feet in height, and beside him walked an equally oversized dog. The mysterious man was wearing a large, brown trenchcoat, with matching sunglasses and fedora.
Sometimes, The Phantom leaves the jungle, walking around as an ordinary man. This is one such occasion
A dark, star-spangled blanket was wrapped over the city, reflecting in the stranger's sunglasses as he entered a small, messy bar, one of the kind where the city's lowlife usually slummed.
"Dogs aren't allowed in here" the aging bartender grunted as he swabbed the counter.
"It's not a dog, it's a wolf" the stranger replied, the supposed wolf growled to punctuate the statement.
"Uh, a wolf?" The bartender asked. The stranger simply nodded as he approached the counter.
"Milk" he said.
"Come again?" the bartender asked, raising an eyebrow
"A glass of milk, please" the stranger repeated loudly. Uproarious laughter erupted from the crowd behind him.
"Check it out, the crybaby wants his bottle" one patron bawled out, eliciting laughter from his comrades. The stranger didn't flinch as another bum, clearly drunk shambled up to the counter beside him.
"Tell me" the drunk asked "are you schtupid or something?"
The stranger didn't pay him any notice as he got his glass of milk, taking a sip as he maintained his perfectly calm appearance.
Only a fool crosses the Phantom
"I asked you a question?" the drunk bawled and bumped the stranger in the elbow.
"You're drunk" the stranger replied "go home, get some sleep"
"Oh, you're definitely schtupid, if you try to tell me what to do?" the drunk whined and raised his fists; he didn't pay notice to the growling canine.
"Stand down, Wolf" the stranger said, the wolf obediently ceased his growl and sat dutifully down. The drunk was clearly in the mood for a fight, and the rest of the bar was watching carefully.
"Stomp that milk-drinker" came a faint cheer. The drunk took the audience on their word and sent a fist reeling at the stranger…
When the phantom strikes, lightning stands still
It happened in the blink of an eye, the stranger's arm shot out and deflected the drunk's punch, and then he quickly delivered a punch to the drunk's chin, knocking his lights out in an instant. The drunk flopped to the floor with a weak thud.
The Phantom is rough with rough-necks
The bar went completely silent as the stranger finished his glass of milk, asked the bartender a few questions, and left. One of the other guests went over to the check on the slob that the stranger had knocked out…
On his chin was the small imprint of a skull…
Sometimes, The Phantom leaves the jungle, walking around as an ordinary man. This was such an occasion
Yeah, fairly obvious this time; Lee Falk's old comic character. I've been a regular reader of the Phantom comic books since I was a wee little lad, so I decided to dedicate my first entry to one of my childhood heroes.
With that said, leave a review with your opinion, and I'll be back eventually.