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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Kids
- Theme: Drama / Human Interest
- Subject: Comedy / Humor
- Published: 06/24/2018
Life as a "special" kid
Born 2004, F, from Indiana, United StatesI ate the house once. It cost my mom a lot of money, but it was worth it. Afterwards, my mom wasn’t able to drag me to the bathtub. I was too heavy. That’s what happens when I eat bricks, she learned. There was wood too, but it was mostly bricks, so that’s the power I got. In case you haven’t figured it out yet, I’m special. It’s known as a condition called Pac-Man. At least that’s what I call it. I call it that because I’m a special kid. I have a tendency to eat things that people don’t normally eat on purpose or can’t eat at all. Such as telephones for example. I ate my grandma’s phone once. She made me stay for a week so she could still use me as her phone. After a week my powers wore off, though, and she had to send me home. I think she would’ve made me stay longer. Though she hated using my feet as the speaker and the receiver, it was just cheaper. And I didn’t have to be plugged into the wall, so she could take “her telephone” wherever she wanted. It might have been a little bit difficult, since I was a growing boy, but she managed.
Today is my birthday. My mom made me my favorite meal: toilet paper. She’d been stocking up on it for a while just for this occasion. She handed it to me on a big plate during dinner, complete with meatballs and marinara sauce. I slurp up the toilet paper and lick my plate clean. I feel a bubbling on my skin, and toilet paper wraps itself around my body, some places tight and others loose. I make the spiderman hand sign and toilet paper flings itself out of my wrists. Sadly, it doesn’t stick to anything, so I can’t fly around like spiderman.
My mom comes into the dining room and puts her hands on her hips.
“Young man, I know it’s your birthday, but you’re going to have to clean this up.” She walks to the closet and pulls out a vacuum cleaner. I groan.
“I want to keep these powers, mom!”
“And I don’t want you to eat the vacuum cleaner. Just use it to clean up your mess! It’s too expensive to buy a new one anyway!” She says. I groan again and snatch the vacuum cleaner from her hands. I use it to suck up all of my mess, and when I’m finished, I put it back in the closet. Then, just for fun, I shoot one or two more strands of toilet paper into my mom’s room, and walk away.
Today isn’t my birthday, which makes me grumpy. My mom is always wary of what she makes, keeping in mind the powers her food brings along. All I had today was a sandwich for lunch. After I ate that, my hair and my feet felt bready, my torso felt meaty, and my legs felt juicy. I wonder why. The only reason they would feel like that was if my mom snuck some tomatoes in to my sandwich. She knows that tomatoes are healthy, so I guess she tried to take advantage.
I was left hungry after that, so I did something that I knew would make her mad.
I ate the neighbors car.
It was a brand new car, too, so it was really juicy and delicious. Sadly, I got punished when my mom found that I was stuck to the fridge by my magnetic car parts. I felt like a transformer, though, until dinner, so it was definitely worth it. I had to apologize to the neighbor, who never really seemed to get over it. It’s probably because I’ve eaten other things of his. Like once, I ate his lawn mower. I did mow his lawn to try to make up for it, but it looked bad and he seemed pretty mad about it.
My birthday was two days ago, even further than it was yesterday. Today is the day my mom is supposed to take me on vacation. She asked where I wanted to go, and I told her I wanted to go to Atlantis. She brought up the topic of Egypt, and had me at the word mummy. So now, that’s where we’re off to.
The airport is big, and I’ve seen so many planes. I love planes. They’re fun to fly in and to eat, as I discovered today. I accidentally licked our plane and decided I wanted to eat all of it. I just ate around the people, so they ended up sitting on the ground in their plane seats, confused. My mom scolded me, but then cancelled her plane ticket and flew on my back instead. It was fun, being a sort of plane, with my arms outstretched like wings and the wind in my hair. But I got tired and hungry after halfway there, so we stopped at another airport and my mom allowed me to eat another plane. And then we made it to Egypt, flying over the pyramids and finally landing in the sand on top of a random building. I hover next to my mom as she takes pictures of the city. We take a selfie together, and we had to be very spread out with my elongated arms. But soon, I got hungry again, and my mom fed me a small peanut. It tasted good, and I was able to bring my arms back to normal. We took another selfie, this time with us as both normal people.
Not many of my friends know where I got this Pac-Man condition from. I don’t normally tell them. But here’s the story, or as much as I know of it.
“My grandma, your great-grandma, had this condition,” my mom told me. “She liked to eat not-normal things too. But she died when she turned ninety-five,” she said. “The doctors say she died of natural causes and lived a fantastic life in perfect health. Like you.” she continues. “That’s a perk of your guy’s both conditions. You guys always have perfect health as long as you’re eating.”
I love that story. It’s fascinating to know that someone else had this condition too. Whenever I go to my doctors appointments, there’s always someone shadowing the doctor who gasps when I eat the popsicle stick after they check my throat. The doctor tells me stories of when I was a little kid, and that I always ate the medical instruments when they didn’t want me to. I tell them that I know how to handle myself now, and how crazy I was as a kid.
I love messing with the shadower. The first trick I do is eat the popsicle stick, right in front of their face. They usually look at the doctor, alarmed, and even more alarmed when the doctor isn’t fazed. I think the doctor likes it too. And then, when my fingers turn woody and flat and I tap them against the table, the shadower always mutters something like, “Oh wow, this really is a special case.” Inside I laugh at them.
One time, at school, my mom forgot to tell the teacher and class that I was a special case. So on the first day of school, I got hungry and snacked on a pencil, and the teacher freaked out. She freaked out even more when I started writing with the tips of my fingers and erasing with my palms or my knuckles. My best friend was sitting next to me, and the whole time we were trying not to laugh at her.
One time, I ate something living. It was a tree, so it wasn’t too bad, like eating a person, though I have always wondered what powers I would get if I ate a person. My mom forbids it, and I wouldn’t want to eat someone in the first place. When I ate the tree, my hair felt really leafy and my skin turned flaky and brownish green. I liked these powers. I just grew another tree out of the ground from the roots and pretended like it never happened. And then, wherever I stepped, a flower grew out of the ground! When my mom realized this, she made me walk along the front and sides of her house. After that, she gave me a little bit of toilet paper as a treat, and I was happily flinging toilet paper out of my wrists.
I like normal things, too, like ice cream and chocolate. Whenever I eat ice cream, I don’t feel anything change, but my mom says that my skin gets really cold. If I eat it with a cone, then I have cone horns on my head that are pointy! When I eat chocolate, my skin turns a dark brown and contrasts with my light hair. My freckles appear as black dots on my face, and whenever I step, a puddle of melted chocolate appears on the ground. My mom always requests me to spray a little fingertip of chocolate into a cup for her to drink, and I always do.
This power has come in handy when my best friend is hungry. I always spray some chocolate into her mouth, and if I’m over at her house, her dad feeds me chocolate and asks me to fill up a warm bowl. I do, and later, when there are strawberries and bananas and brownies on the table, we all have fondue.
My powers aren’t necessarily helpful, but I love them, even if nobody else has them or appreciates them. I’m always hungry, but that’s just how it is.
It’s just my life.
Life as a "special" kid(Hannah)
I ate the house once. It cost my mom a lot of money, but it was worth it. Afterwards, my mom wasn’t able to drag me to the bathtub. I was too heavy. That’s what happens when I eat bricks, she learned. There was wood too, but it was mostly bricks, so that’s the power I got. In case you haven’t figured it out yet, I’m special. It’s known as a condition called Pac-Man. At least that’s what I call it. I call it that because I’m a special kid. I have a tendency to eat things that people don’t normally eat on purpose or can’t eat at all. Such as telephones for example. I ate my grandma’s phone once. She made me stay for a week so she could still use me as her phone. After a week my powers wore off, though, and she had to send me home. I think she would’ve made me stay longer. Though she hated using my feet as the speaker and the receiver, it was just cheaper. And I didn’t have to be plugged into the wall, so she could take “her telephone” wherever she wanted. It might have been a little bit difficult, since I was a growing boy, but she managed.
Today is my birthday. My mom made me my favorite meal: toilet paper. She’d been stocking up on it for a while just for this occasion. She handed it to me on a big plate during dinner, complete with meatballs and marinara sauce. I slurp up the toilet paper and lick my plate clean. I feel a bubbling on my skin, and toilet paper wraps itself around my body, some places tight and others loose. I make the spiderman hand sign and toilet paper flings itself out of my wrists. Sadly, it doesn’t stick to anything, so I can’t fly around like spiderman.
My mom comes into the dining room and puts her hands on her hips.
“Young man, I know it’s your birthday, but you’re going to have to clean this up.” She walks to the closet and pulls out a vacuum cleaner. I groan.
“I want to keep these powers, mom!”
“And I don’t want you to eat the vacuum cleaner. Just use it to clean up your mess! It’s too expensive to buy a new one anyway!” She says. I groan again and snatch the vacuum cleaner from her hands. I use it to suck up all of my mess, and when I’m finished, I put it back in the closet. Then, just for fun, I shoot one or two more strands of toilet paper into my mom’s room, and walk away.
Today isn’t my birthday, which makes me grumpy. My mom is always wary of what she makes, keeping in mind the powers her food brings along. All I had today was a sandwich for lunch. After I ate that, my hair and my feet felt bready, my torso felt meaty, and my legs felt juicy. I wonder why. The only reason they would feel like that was if my mom snuck some tomatoes in to my sandwich. She knows that tomatoes are healthy, so I guess she tried to take advantage.
I was left hungry after that, so I did something that I knew would make her mad.
I ate the neighbors car.
It was a brand new car, too, so it was really juicy and delicious. Sadly, I got punished when my mom found that I was stuck to the fridge by my magnetic car parts. I felt like a transformer, though, until dinner, so it was definitely worth it. I had to apologize to the neighbor, who never really seemed to get over it. It’s probably because I’ve eaten other things of his. Like once, I ate his lawn mower. I did mow his lawn to try to make up for it, but it looked bad and he seemed pretty mad about it.
My birthday was two days ago, even further than it was yesterday. Today is the day my mom is supposed to take me on vacation. She asked where I wanted to go, and I told her I wanted to go to Atlantis. She brought up the topic of Egypt, and had me at the word mummy. So now, that’s where we’re off to.
The airport is big, and I’ve seen so many planes. I love planes. They’re fun to fly in and to eat, as I discovered today. I accidentally licked our plane and decided I wanted to eat all of it. I just ate around the people, so they ended up sitting on the ground in their plane seats, confused. My mom scolded me, but then cancelled her plane ticket and flew on my back instead. It was fun, being a sort of plane, with my arms outstretched like wings and the wind in my hair. But I got tired and hungry after halfway there, so we stopped at another airport and my mom allowed me to eat another plane. And then we made it to Egypt, flying over the pyramids and finally landing in the sand on top of a random building. I hover next to my mom as she takes pictures of the city. We take a selfie together, and we had to be very spread out with my elongated arms. But soon, I got hungry again, and my mom fed me a small peanut. It tasted good, and I was able to bring my arms back to normal. We took another selfie, this time with us as both normal people.
Not many of my friends know where I got this Pac-Man condition from. I don’t normally tell them. But here’s the story, or as much as I know of it.
“My grandma, your great-grandma, had this condition,” my mom told me. “She liked to eat not-normal things too. But she died when she turned ninety-five,” she said. “The doctors say she died of natural causes and lived a fantastic life in perfect health. Like you.” she continues. “That’s a perk of your guy’s both conditions. You guys always have perfect health as long as you’re eating.”
I love that story. It’s fascinating to know that someone else had this condition too. Whenever I go to my doctors appointments, there’s always someone shadowing the doctor who gasps when I eat the popsicle stick after they check my throat. The doctor tells me stories of when I was a little kid, and that I always ate the medical instruments when they didn’t want me to. I tell them that I know how to handle myself now, and how crazy I was as a kid.
I love messing with the shadower. The first trick I do is eat the popsicle stick, right in front of their face. They usually look at the doctor, alarmed, and even more alarmed when the doctor isn’t fazed. I think the doctor likes it too. And then, when my fingers turn woody and flat and I tap them against the table, the shadower always mutters something like, “Oh wow, this really is a special case.” Inside I laugh at them.
One time, at school, my mom forgot to tell the teacher and class that I was a special case. So on the first day of school, I got hungry and snacked on a pencil, and the teacher freaked out. She freaked out even more when I started writing with the tips of my fingers and erasing with my palms or my knuckles. My best friend was sitting next to me, and the whole time we were trying not to laugh at her.
One time, I ate something living. It was a tree, so it wasn’t too bad, like eating a person, though I have always wondered what powers I would get if I ate a person. My mom forbids it, and I wouldn’t want to eat someone in the first place. When I ate the tree, my hair felt really leafy and my skin turned flaky and brownish green. I liked these powers. I just grew another tree out of the ground from the roots and pretended like it never happened. And then, wherever I stepped, a flower grew out of the ground! When my mom realized this, she made me walk along the front and sides of her house. After that, she gave me a little bit of toilet paper as a treat, and I was happily flinging toilet paper out of my wrists.
I like normal things, too, like ice cream and chocolate. Whenever I eat ice cream, I don’t feel anything change, but my mom says that my skin gets really cold. If I eat it with a cone, then I have cone horns on my head that are pointy! When I eat chocolate, my skin turns a dark brown and contrasts with my light hair. My freckles appear as black dots on my face, and whenever I step, a puddle of melted chocolate appears on the ground. My mom always requests me to spray a little fingertip of chocolate into a cup for her to drink, and I always do.
This power has come in handy when my best friend is hungry. I always spray some chocolate into her mouth, and if I’m over at her house, her dad feeds me chocolate and asks me to fill up a warm bowl. I do, and later, when there are strawberries and bananas and brownies on the table, we all have fondue.
My powers aren’t necessarily helpful, but I love them, even if nobody else has them or appreciates them. I’m always hungry, but that’s just how it is.
It’s just my life.
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JD
08/14/2018Hi Hannah, Congratulations on being selected as one of the Short Story STARS of the Week! Again! You are writing SO many truly outstanding stories, that they simply have to be featured! And this is another one I'm adding to my own personal list of favorite stories on Storystar! THANK YOU for sharing your stories with us! : )
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Kevin Hughes
06/24/2018Hannah,
I absolutely adore your mind and imagination. This story will garner you another StoryStar of the Day award, and I am betting you will get a StoryStar of the week out of it too. In fact, I think, young lady, you are headed towards that awesome Award: Author of the Month. Not sure I would eat chocolate that some one spewed up for fondue, but for the story, and making my day, it worked!
Smiles, Kevin
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