Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


November 29th 2017 in Microfiction

“I am filled with a great sadness,” the monster said, thumping its chest, “and then filled with a great anger.” Its eyes glowed red. “And then, predictably,” Stan said, non-plussed about the eyes, “you’re sad again.” “For no good reason,” the monster added miserably. “I disagree with you there,” Stan responded softly, leaning forward. “I think love – wanting it, trying for it, mourning it when it leaves … well, that’s a good reason for feelings.” “I hate feelings,” the monster said grimly. “Roger that,” Stan added, handing the monster part of his peanut butter and jelly sandwich, “on all of the feelings but one.” “What is this one special feeling?” the monster asked (while trying to get the peanut butter off of the roof of its mouth). “Love,” Stan whispered and grinned. “When it’s right; when it works; when it’s forever.” The monster groaned, slapping a claw to its forehead and grimacing. “THIS IS SO CONFUSING!” the monster lamented. “All of life is irony, bro,” Stan laughed, reaching over to pat his friend on the shoulder.

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