Who likes a good game of pinball? A lot of people would say yes to that. Pinball’s been around for at least a century! People loved it then and still do now! But imagine a world of pinball people. I mean, you’d have to have some outside entity launch you where you would want to go! Must be hard to live life as a pinball. What if everyone turned into a pinball all of a sudden? Everyday life would have to be completely redesigned!
Paul the Pinman
A shiny silver ball drops from the sky. Spinning and confused, it tries to grasp it’s bearings. A seemingly endless swirl pulls back and the ball follows suit. Where am I? What’s going on? Questions race through it’s tiny little steel mind. A voice calls out, “Ready? Let’s go!” Suddenly, the pinball is blasted forward with blinding speed! “You’re ready for prime time kid! C’mon, show me the money!” shouts the voice.
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“Hey, honey, need anything at Pinget?” shouts Paul. Flying from bumper to bumper, Pail gets a response from Paula, “Yeah! Some pelatin!” Before Paul can even A-OK it, he flies up a ramp and hits a jackpot tunnel! “We’re rich! Oh my pinpins, we’re rich!” Oh, oops, sorry, you only won two pollars. “Gosh darn it,” said Paul. “Do I get anything else?” asked Paul. The skies glowed and a big bag fell from the heavens above. “Oh Pally! Thank the heavens!” praised Paul. But Paul, things aren’t going to be that easy. When Paul opened the bag, a pillar of fire burst out from the bag. “Gosh darns! Now I’m all charred up and lost my sheen!” exclaimed Paul. You know you can’t win Paul. Give up already! “Why are you doing this to me?!” asked Paul. “I’ll just go to Pinget and get my gosh darned carp,” grumbled Paul. Then don’t forget the pelatin!
Pelatin fell from the sky in jiggling little cubes, splattering when they hit the ground. Splat, splat, splat, went the pelatin. Paul screamed in joy and his happiness could be known all over the world! Rejoice Paul! “Oh finally! Parma has rewarded me!” screamed Paul in cheerful bliss! His cold steel heart melted and he began to reshape! Sparkling with molten metal, he turned into a mushed up pile of metal. He looked up, muttering “Ah gosh.” between sighs. At least you got the pelatin you wanted. “Well, not like this.” Why? “I don’t want to be mush.” I can change that. “Oh really? Into what? Pinpoo?” No. You’ll be a pinman. “What’s a pinman?” This. At the snap of my fingers, he was reformed! “Woah. I have stubs! Long stubs! This is amazing!” Now go run home pinman, run home! “Thank you strange voice!” Don’t thank me, thank the heavens.
With his newfound abilities, Paul the Pinman picked up tons and tons of pelatin and brought it home. However, his wife refused to accept his redesigned body and reported him to the police where he was subsequently arrested and cremated to be part of Mother Pearth’s soil. He is currently raising some flowers.
R.I.P. Paul the Pinman
Poctober 17, 2009-Poctober 18, 2009
Author’s Notes
I’m sorry. Slice of Paper’s been on a three week hiatus, and all I have to show for is a short messy story. But I’ve finally started properly writing down my ideas and I’ve recently bought a new notebook, so here’s to another couple blog posts of stories! Thanks for you continued support. I love you guys.
