“Short, Short Fan Fictions”
“Revealed”
Superman landed in the alley and quickly changed into his street clothes. Clark
Kent walked confidently from the alley into a crowd of teens. One looked him
up and down and said, "Yo fly, man, yo fly!" Clark was stunned for a
moment then said, "You must be mistaken!" Another youth can forward
and said, "Mistaken? No way man, we can all see yo fly man!" Clark says, "Please don't tell anyone what you saw!" The kid replied, "Why?
Theys can all see fo theirselves, man." The man pointed at Clark's pants. Clark looked down, turned beet red and quickly zipped his pants.
I realized I was a little wordy before in "Revealed," so I rewrote it
as a story involving Clark, Pete, Chloe and Lana.
"Superfly"
Clark walks up to Pete Chloe and Lana not noticing the draft.
Clark:
Pete:
Lana:
Chloe:
Clark:
Pete:
Chloe: (points
down)
Clark:
Pete:
Clark:
Lana:
Chloe:
"Got Milk"
Lana was upset about Clark breaking up with her. She decided to spend as much
time riding her horse as possible as an excuse for her to be near Clark. She was getting ready to go to the Kent farm when she dropped her contact lens. She
couldn't find it, so she got her thick, horned-rimmed glasses on. When she got
to the Kent's farm, she put her glasses in the glove box, went to the barn,
saddled up her horse and headed out into the pasture. Soon Clark came yelling
after her. "Lana, when will you be coming back to the barn?" Lana
answered, "Why do you care?" Clark said, "Well, Bessie likes to
be milked the same time everyday. Just let me know when you are through with
her."
"Midnight Visit"
Lana finally told Clark that she was ready to go all the way. She would be in
the guest bedroom of the Sullivan house at 10:30pm. He was to climb the trellis and crawl in the window. At 10:00pm, Lana was waiting in the guest bedroom.
Clark was saving a life and got delayed. At 11:00pm an angry Lana returned to the bedroom shared with Chloe. At 11:15pm, Chloe returned home with her
cousin Lois who had shown up unexpectedly. Lois went up to sleep in the guest
bedroom. At 12:00, Clark crawled through the window and made love to the woman
he thought was Lana.
The next day at school, Clark walked up to Lana as if he owned her. Lana
brushed him off coldly. Clark thought "Women!" Lana thought,
"Men!" At the Sullivan house, Lois thought, "I'll have to visit
Smallville more often!"
"Lana's Reaction"
After taking Clark to the apartment above the Talon, Lana gave Clark an icy stare and said, "I've thought about it a lot. I killed a man to save your
parents' lives. I think that entitles me to the truth. I can handle it whatever
it may be. Clark thought a while then quietly said, "Honest to God I am an
alien from the planet Krypton. I am incredibly strong and bullet proof. Red
meteor rocks remove all my inhibitions and the green ones make me sick."
Lana looked at him, smiled and said, "Is that it? Kewl!" Clark, "What? When I asked you what you would think if [?] was an alien, you said you
would freak out." Lana, "He always freaked me out alien or not. If
you're an alien, I can't wait for the invasion!" Lana began disrobing. Clark stripped down. Lana looked down and was pleasantly surprised. Clark said "This
is normal for a Kryptonian." "Kewl!" she said. He pulled off his
socks. Her mouth dropped open. "Oh that," said Clark,
"Kryptonians only have 4 toes on each foot." Lana began sobbing,
"Get dressed. I can't get involved with you!" "Why not?!"
asked Clark. Lana answered, "I'm lack-toes intolerant!"
"First and Last Encounter"
Superman landed near Batman on the roof of the largest building in Gotham City. He walked up to Batman and introduced himself. After a long and friendly
conversation, Superman said he had to go and said good-bye. Batman said he had
to leave too. Superman leapt from the building and so did Batman. Superman
turned to Batman and said, "Wow! I never knew you could fly too! Goodbye
again." Superman put on a burst of speed and disappeared. Batman said,
"Oh Shit!"
“The Blind Man Cometh”
While taking a quick shower, Martha heard the doorbell ring. She had forgotten
that Jon had said he was expecting an important deliver that day. She reached
for her robe but it wasn't there. She had forgotten it was in the wash. She
figured she could yell through the door that she would be back in a moment,
then go get some clothes to put on. She got to the door and shouted "Who
is it?" "The answer came back, "Blind Man!" Martha thought,
what the heck and threw open the door. A man with several long rectangular
boxes stood there and stammered, "I'm the blind man. I'm here to install
these blinds."
“A Friend In Deed “
Clark walks in the door and hands Jon a letter from Lex. Jon asks what it's
about. Clark says, "Well, there's some good news and some bad news. The
good news is that that letter confirms that Lex has been fully compensated for
the farm and you own it free and clear. I also now own the Luthor mansion which
Lex is renting from me. The bad news is that Lex will never play poker with me
again."
"Superman's Wardrobe"
Council Member Dim-Wit came home from the meeting where Coucil voted against
Jor-El's proposal to evacuate Krypton. He was the only one to vote for the
proposal. The crowd had pelted him with fruit for casting that vote. He
stripped down and threw his clothes on the bed. His wife said "No you
don't, put those clothes and all your other dirty clothes in the washing
machine." When he came back into the room, he asked if the spaceship he
had ordered from Jor-El had arrived because he wanted to return it for his
money back. She told him it had come. Just then, there were terrible
earthquakes, so Dim-Wit grabbed his son, ran into the back room with him and
then ran back alone asking where the remote control for the spaceship was. His
wife handed it to him and he pushed the launch button. With a powerfull
"WOOSH" the spaceship took off, crashing through the ceiling. Dim-Wit
turned to his wife and asked, why the washing machine had taken off like that.
"You idiot!" she shouted, "You must have put our Son in the
washing machine!" A few minutes later, Krypton exploded.
Years later, Superman discovered a spaceship filled with smelly clothing. After
a quick trip into the Sun, Kal-El had enough indestructible clothes for a
lifetime.
"Branded"
Clark was dropped by the school bus at the front gate. He immediately noticed
the new sign under "The Kent Farm" that read "The Diamond 8
Ranch." He was heading up to the house when he heard the new cattle making
a ruckus out by the barn. A line of cattle were at the front door of the barn
and a steady steam of them were heading out the back door and into the pasture.
He went in and found Jon standing next to the spaceship which had reformed
itself back into it's original shape. "What are you doing Dad?" Jon
answered, "Jor-El and I have an understanding. He is helping me brand the
new cattle." With that a light shot out of the spaceship and another cow
was marked with the diamond 8 brand. Jon said, "Look out back." As a
cow headed towards a place where the fense had fallen down, the brand on that
cow started to glow and the cow quickly turned back. Jon said, "It's like
invisible fencing! No more fences to mend!" Another cow was branded as
Jor-El's voice said, "Graze with strength, my cow."
"Paradise Lust"
Clark had gotten word that a woman from an all-female society knew his secret
and wanted to meet with him at the Talon. As Clark walked in, a smiling Lana
walked by with a tray and Clark almost feel over. Lana was a little more top
heavy than he remembered. He went up and asked Lana as subtly as a Kansas farm boy could what had happened to her bust line. Lana blushed and said, "You
like it? Your friend Diana couldn't wait for you and she had no money to pay
for her cappuccino, so she gave me some things she claims are magical -- and I
believe her. One is a golden lasso that I plan on trying out later and the
other is a brazier that the women where she lives make. I think it does
Wonders."
Well gang. Do you suppose she left some bread they make on Paradise Island as well? It's supposed to make a body grow in seven ways.
"Are the Stars out Tonight?"
Pete asked Clark how things were going between him and Cassie. Clark answered that she was mad at him and they weren't talking. "Why?" asked
Pete. Clark answered, "Well, we were out on patrol out near the woods. As
usual, she had loaded up on coffee all day so she could stay alert. After an
hour or two, she asked to be excused for a minute and went out behind a tree.
While I was waiting I was looking at the stars. They were really bright. After
she was gone 40 seconds I shouted out "I see Cassio-pe-a ...." When
she came back in a minute, she was mad as a hornet, cursing about my x-ray
vision. She stormed home and hasn't talked to me since."
"Red Letter Day"
The day after "Red" Clark threw Chloe out of his deluxe apartment in
the sky, Chloe can back and used her lock picks to let herself in. She went to
his bed, put a letter on his pillow and then left. The letter read:
Clark,
My Dad told me there are two types of girls. The kind you grow out of and the
kind you grow into. I just wanted to let you know that if you one day decide
that I'm the one for you and decide to fly back to me, know this. You can grow
into someone else because you are nothing but a weed to me now. You can
#@$$%%$#@ and #$@!!@#.
Sincerely,
Chloe Sullivan
"Mom Said I Didn't Have To"
Clark tried fluffing his pillow. He tried harder, but it crumbled to gravel.
He came fully awake. He was lying in his pajamas on the floor of the caves.
Suddenly, a blue light appeared around him and a voice spoke: "Kal, son,
you must get serious about your training. You have not yet met enemies that
will fully test your strength. That day must not arrive and find you wanting!
How will you ever rule here if you don't prepare now?" Clark answered,
"I don't want to rule the world! I just want to be a friend and help when
possible." Jor-El: "You are far too young to make such decisions for
yourself, you must ...." "He must what?!!" said a sharp female
voice as a pink light began to glow on the other side of the cave, "Did we
have a son together or did we make ourselves a puppet? I think it's sweet that
Kal wants to help these people. Rao knows they need it. If he doesn't want to
rule this world he doesn't have too!" "But Lara!" "But
nothing! I should have handled this thing from the beginning. That branding
non-sense was sadistic! Just shut up from now on and let our son get some
sleep." The blue light faded. The pink light surrounded Clark. He felt his
hair move and something touch his forehead. The next thing he knew, his alarm
clock was going off. When he went into the bathroom, he was surprised to see a
pair of lip prints on his forehead.
"Game Show Jitters"
It was Clark's most embarrassing day ever. His family was appearing on
"Family Feud." Pete, Lex and Lana had joined his family on the show. If
it wasn't bad enough that he had smashed the buzzer his first time at the
podium, now was the lightning round. He would rather be in a room full of
meteor freaks than to be in the spotlight like this.
Host: How long does it take by foot to travel from New York to Metropolis?
Clark: 30 minutes.
Host: How much weight can a 4 year old comfortably lift?
Clark: 700 pounds.
Host: What's the best thing to use to start a fire?
Clark: Your eyes.
Host: What's a best thing to use to remove a stripped screw?
Clark: Your fingernail.
Host: Name a common way for a parent to punish their child?
Clark: Branding.
Host: What color underwear do most men wear?
Clark: Well, yours are pink.
Host: That was a laundry accident!
"Supe-pena"
A man showed up at the Kent Farm and knocked on the door. Clark answered. The
man handed Clark a document and said, "Mr. Clark Kent, you have been served." Clark said, "What's this about?" The man answered,
"You have been seen in Metropolis with a certain symbol on your chest. You
are being sued by "Under-roos" for trademark infringement."
"The Lana Ocean"
Five year olds Clark and Pete were heading out the back door of the Kent farm house. Each had a sand box shovel. Martha asked Clark where they were going.
"Pete an me gonna dig a hole to see China people, Mom!" answered Clark. Martha, half listening said, "OK, but if you don't bring me back Chinese food,
don't worry. I'll cook you both some tatter tots." About 12 minutes later
there was a knock on the kitchen door. Martha let Pete in. He was filthy.
"May I have a cookie, Clark's mom Mrs. Kent please?" Pete asked with
a big smile. "Sure honey, where it Clark." "He's diggin. Got too
deep for me. Clark boosted me out of the hole. Called me a quitter. That's OK.
I'm a quitter with a cookie." Martha said, "Here's 2 cookies. I'll be
back after I check on Clark." As she left the back door, she bumped into
Jon. Jon asked, "Was there a truck here with a well digging rig?"
"No, why?" "Someone started digging a well out back of the barn.
We need one, but I didn't call anyone to dig one." "Jon, I think it's
Clark." Together, they ran out behind the barn. They waded through the
dirt and looked down the hole to see a flood of water rushing towards them.
"Clark!" screamed Martha. Just then, Clark popped his head up out of
the water and jumped out of the hole with a battered sand box shovel still
clutched in his hand. Martha grabbed her muddy, dripping wet son and hugged him
tight. "Mom, I missed China but I think I hit the Lana Ocean."
"Frosty"
Jonathan stepped outside in his bathrobe. It certainly hadn't warmed up
overnight, but there didn't seem to be any sign of the heavy snowfall that was
there the day before. And he had promised to help his 5 year old son to build a
snow fort sometime today. He poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down to
watch the farm report on TV.
TV newsperson: "Smallville just keeps getting stranger and stranger. Our
news crews have just arrived in Smallville but here is some earlier footage
shot from a few miles outside of Smallville. It may look like a normal snowman,
but if you look closely, you can see a tractor -- not a toy tractor but a full
size tractor, near the base of the snowman which is an estimated 12 stories
high ...."
"CLARK!!!!"
"The Lead-Tipped Shoes"
Pete walked into the shoe repair shop to pick-up his shoes. "I have your
shoes right ahere Mr. Ross. That will be $50.00."
Pete: "It gets more expensive every time."
Old Tom answered, "Well, tell me what I want to know and I'll let you have
your shoes for nothing this time. Just tell me why you have me line the toes of
all your shoes with lead foil. Fifteen years I've asked and fifteen years
you've refused to tell me."
"Here's your $50.00," said Pete and then he went on his way.
Years before:
Clark was just getting the hang of investigative reporting. He was trying to
make a name for himself. But this job called for help from his old friend,
Pete. He had found that Lionel Luthor was conducting experiments using
Kryptonite as a power source. The unstable properties of Kryptonite made it's
use strictly controlled and Lionel's right to use the material in any way had
been suspended long ago. Clark had gotten word that a prototype power cell had
been built in a remote nature preserve. He had brought Pete along in case he
needed someone to investigate a little closer than Clark was able to. They were
holed up in a shelter Clark had thrown together. A blizzard that had moved in,
but Clark heated rocks in the shelter with his heat vision which radiated more
than enough heat to keep Pete comfortable. Then the unexpected happened. The
cooling lines to the power cell froze up and the power cell exploded, A cloud
of Kryptonite dust blanketed the area for miles in every direction. Pete got an
unconscious Clark to the truck, but the engine wouldn't start. It was getting
colder. Pete would be able to survive in the shelter until help arrived, but Clark might not. So Pete hoisted Clark over his back and began to walk out.
When Clark woke up at the Kent farm in Smallville. He asked what had happened.
Martha told him that the police had brought him home after Pete had been found
by park rangers while carrying Clark out of the wildlife preserve. Later that
day, Pete called. After telling Clark that he had better shed a few pounds
before their next outing, he told Clark that he had carried him about 100 yards
when rangers investigating the explosion had rescued them. He promised to visit
Clark in a couple weeks when he got finished with some personal business. He
hung up the phone and then began flirting with his nurse.
A couple weeks later, Pete walked into the Talon to see Clark sitting there. Clark said, "What's with the limp Pete?"
Pete answered, "Just breaking in a new pair of shoes."
Clark looked down and commented, "Not exactly stylish. What are they,
steel-toed? Hmmm. Must be some lead content in them too."
"Really? That's bizarre. But I really do like this style. And once I find
something I like I stick with it."
"You're not keeping something hidden from me in your shoe, are you?
Kryptonite perhaps?" chuckled Clark.
"Now Clark," chided Pete, "we wouldn't keep anything from each
other, would we? Nothing of any real importance anyway." Pete knew that he
must never let Clark know about the surgery. Clark would never forgive himself.
It was a very long, cold walk that day, but the world needed its Superman more
than he needed a few toes.
"The Man of Steel: An Else World Story"
The quakes had begun. Krypton was doomed. Jor-El, Lara and their teenaged son,
Kal-El rushed home to board their spaceship that would take them to Earth in
the system Sol. To their horror, the spaceship was gone. Lara was fighting back
the panic, but Jor-El took a deep breathe and came up with an idea. “My
grandfather launched about 500 probes to study the universe. Each had an
advanced artificial brain and a mechanical system capable of collecting and
manipulating genetic samples. I can transfer our consciousness and life
experience to 3 probes in the closest proximity to Sol. We can meet on Earth
and grow new bodies for ourselves.” Jor-El ran to a consol in his lab and had a
hurried conversation with it. He returned and told them, “I have located the
signature of 3 active probes in close proximity to Earth: one in the Sol
system, one in Zeta Reticuli and one in Alpha Centauri. Kal, we will join you
on Earth in about 20 years. Until then maintain a low profile. Now then, we
must hurry. We have much to do.
On Earth, Lex is playing chess with Luthor Corp’s latest creation. Lionel
rushes in and tells Lex, “Son, that is no toy you are playing with. It’s a one
of a kind prototype – stronger and faster than any man and practically
indestructible.
Lex: “It … he … is truly amazing. Surely our scientists and engineers couldn’t
have built anything this advanced!”
Lionel: “You underestimate ….”
Lex: “Cut the bull. I can tell you are dying to share this with me.”
Lionel: “OK Lex, but I tell you this is in strictest confidence. The packaging
is ours. I made it in an image I chose. But the technology, brain and materials
were lifted from an existing machine.”
Lex: “Existing? Who would have technology so advanced?”
Lionel: “Let me just say that the military couldn’t figure out what to do with
it so they let me have a try at it. Two words – Roswell Crash!”
Lex: [Snickering] Good one, Dad. Next time, just say you can’t tell me and ….
Both Lionel and Lex almost jumped out of their skins when the robot suddenly
stood up and started speaking at them in a strange alien language.
"The Aquarium"
The Metropolis Aquarium had a single female Octopus. It had gotten bloated and
was showing signs of being pregnant. The pregnancy test came back negative.
They felt they needed to operate to remove the growth. When they cut an
incision in the octopus, a little baby girl flew out, grabbed a pink towel and
sat down in front of a mirror adjusting the towel about herself and making
kissy faces at herself in the mirror with he puffy little lips. The director of
the Aquarium turned to his -assistant and said, do you think this would have
anything to do with those 2 kids we caught skinny dipping here last year?
"Bloodsucker" Short, Short Halloween Fic
It was Vlad's favorite night of the year. The smell of blood was in the air.
All the little kiddies would soon be at the door of his castle for their trick
and his treat. Yummy! Young blood! He loved the look of horror on their little
faces. The doorbell rang. Vlad ran to answer it. Strangely, it was a man in a
grey suit holding a briefcase. There were no kids in sight. "Is this your
castle?" asked the man. "Yes," answered Vlad. "Are you Vlad
I.M. Paler?" asked the man. "Yes, I am!" The man grinned widely
and said, "Well, I'm Mr. Fforde with the Eternal Revenue Service. It seems
you haven't paid any taxes in 142 years!" Vlad screamed and fainted.
"Spoiler"
Having returned from Lex's mansion, Clark and his friends sat around the
Christmas tree at the Kent Farm opening presents. Everyone was very polite as
they looked at the sweaters Martha had knitted for them. Lana got the top that
Martha had knitted for the baby.
Jonathan asked Pete what Lex had given him. Pete told him that he was given the
truck parked outside. Jon asked the other what they got. Lana said, "The
Talon." Chloe said, "Lex gave me the world -- actually, the planet --
the Daily Planet." Jon asked Clark, "So son, I suppose he gave you
another vehicle again too. That Lex will spoil you kids!" Clark answered, "No, Dad. he didn't give me a vehicle." Jon said, "Well,
what then?" Clark answered, "Well Dad, you know that I like t-shirts
with corporate logos on them and that I really liked Disney, so I asked Lex to
give me a Mickey Mouse outfit. So Lex gave me the deed to this farm."
"Jack the Ripper in Smallville" A short Holloween
FanFic.
The rumors were true. The Ripper is here -- right here in Smallville. And I,
Clark Kent, would put an end to his reign of terror. The Sheriff was either too
incompetent to handle this, or as I suspect, has a secret distain for those who
are the victims of this horrific series of crimes. He appears suddenly each
year and, wearing a costume that prevents him from being identified later,
steps out of the shadows and slashes quickly and precisely. Again and again he
strikes and then disappears with his "trophies" not to be seen again
for yet another year. I have heard that after he has done what he came to do,
he steals as many kisses from his victims as he can before making his get-away.
This year, it will end! A SCREAM! I have been lost in my thoughts. In a second
I will be there. NO! I'm too late. The evidence of his crime lays before me
spread across the entire width of the alley. I may be 15, but I'm still not so
old and jaded that I don't find the sight deeply upsetting. What a waste! That
such a treasure be scattered in pieces ... Another scream! Again, I'm too late.
A circle of children gather about the crime scene disturbing the evidence. I
scan the city now. Alert. Waiting. I see a sudden move. I run. I see the knife
swing -- separating the "What?" from the "Mart." A young
girl sobs. The perpetrator grabs a kiss and then another. He lifts his head and
runs into me. His butter knife falls to the sidewalk. In his pillowcase, I see
his ill-gotten gains. My X-ray vision accidentally shifts into heat mode due to
the intense emotions brought on by the capture. The now-liquid chocolate from
the Hershey kisses flows from collapsing foil wrappers. I remove the Ripper's
mask. It's Jack Small -- Lana's half-brother. Twelve years old. A precocious
child -- he must have begun his crime-spree at age 6. I lift him with one hand
and tuck him under my arm as he kicks and flails in protest. His father is a
decent sort. I hate to be the one to tell him that his son is the infamous
Ripper of Smallville. But such is the responsibility that comes with having the
powers I have.
"Smallville: Aftermath"
Clark: When are you going to do your social studies homework, Pete?
Pete: During 7th period study hall -- after math.
The Girl With the Big "S"
The spaceship opens. A beautiful blonde goddess emerges in a red, blue and
yellow outfit with a short short mini skirt and a flowing red cape. Her body is
flooded with the energy from the brilliant yellow sun. Her recouperatve powers
are enhanced. Her DNA reinforces itself. A long shadow pushes across the ground
as her button nose grows to it's intended length. The nose job she got on her
15th birthday back in Argo City has come undone. From now until her dying day,
anyone who sees her in that costume will -assume the "S" on her
uniform stands for "SchnozGirl."
Krypto -- The Movie.
There were "Smallville" story ideas involving Krypto being a human
hunk but still having a dog's social skills. One of the ruff, ruff drafts had a
scene at a fire hydrant outside the Talon that I can't describe here without
being edited. Krypto would have met the SkinWalker's sister .... But all plans
for having Krypto on “Smallville” ended when it was announced that a new, epic
Krypto movie Trilogy would be made. The following is a summary of a stolen copy
of the preliminary script:
Krypton didn't explode, but Krypto's mother nudged him aboard an experimental
rocket. Earlier she had tampering with the controls of that rocket and placing
inside it a Pring-Els can (containing a cape that would give Krypto super
powers when he wears it). This was to fulfill an ancient prophecy about a dog
savior born to the house of El. The mother was captured by the evil dog seeking
to kill Krypto. Thousands of dogs are dispatched in rockets to every corner of
the universe to track down Krypto and kill him so prophesy will not be
fulfilled. Later on earth, Krypto as a pup puts on the oversized cape and flies
around. Flashback. Krypto's Mom had visited earth and sniffed out the Kent Farm
and chose this as Krypto's future home. Now an adult (age 4), Krypto is sought
by a bald hound dog seeking extraterrestrial canines. He is trapped in a
warehouse by the hound while trying to rescue a nosey poodle. A lead shield is
lowered and a ball of Kryptonite is thrown out as a human voice yells
"Fetch -- Good Boyie." Obediently, Krypto fetches and begins to die
of radiation poisoning. A dog cackles in the background "Now I kill you
like I killed that .bitch mother of yours. Once dead, Krypto meets his mother's
ghost who convinces him to go back and fulfill his destiny and the prophesy. He
does so and confronts the bald dog. Suddenly, the bald dog floats into the air
and Krypto realizes that this dog is also from Krypton! A deadly battle ensues
destroying most of the world.
Who to play Krypto? That dog from Frasier? Maybe an unknown? No, the producers
want a big name dog. Does Rin Tin Tin have any descendants? What, Tyrrath? The
director quit and the special effects team was disbanded? Maybe they should
make "Krypto Versus Bat-Mite" instead -- right after they finish
"Bat-Mite: Year One." Don't worry folks, this project isn't dead yet.
This next one is based in part on my version of Superman
that I created 26 years ago.
"Sybiote: A "Dave's World" Story"
"Mother, I am lonely," said Clark to the computer-generated image of
Lara in the cave. "I have loved and forced myself to stop because human
women are too fragile to be my life mate." Lara answered, "Have
patience, my Son, when you have chosen the one, she will be as you are." Clark was startled, "How can that be?" Lara, "In time, you will know our
history, but for now, just let me say that the people of Earth and Krypton
share a common ancestry. Another human may become one with our race and become
as we are. I see you are puzzled. At one point in our history, a group was
singled out to be the protectors of Krypton. At that time we had a yellow sun.
Our scientists found a race of creatures composed of energy. They process solar
energy and feed upon it. When their energy levels are high enough, they have
acute senses and are practically indestructible. The beings had no real
intellect and simply existed without seeking experience or adventure. Our
scientist found a way to get these creatures to bond with our species to the
benefit of us both. The creatures reproduce when the host reproduces endowing
the offspring with a creature that is part of itself. So it has been for
generations." Clark asked, "But how would an Earthwoman who isn't
descended from a Kryptonian host have a creature bonded to her?" Lara
answered, "You at one point have had your symbiote leave you to reside in
an Earth male." Clark answered, "Is that what happened? I was left
without my powers." Lara continued, "When you are 25 years old, your
symbiote will be able to reproduce by dividing itself. The symbiote will sense
your commitment and your bond to the Earth woman you choose. It will send forth
a part of itself to inhabit her. But you must be very careful. When this
happens, your powers will fade for a time. It may take a year for you to regain
your full strength and several years for you life partner to become as you
are." A weight was lifted from Clark's heart. He knew now that he didn't
have to be alone forever.
[At one point I had an outline of Krypton's history going
back about 10,000 years. The Kryptonian's with symbiotes became less altruistic
in time and took over their world as its "Master Race." (Absolute
power corrupting absolutely.) They were overthrown after a technological
experiment gone wrong caused their sun to shift to red. As a descendant and
member of that race, Jor-El was not trusted, so his reports that Krypton would
explode were viewed suspiciously -- as an attempt to have technologies placed
under his control that he could use to seize power.
Oh well. DC Comics let John Byrne do the re-vamp but some of the story is still
with me.]
"Hell's Kitchen"
Lionel Luthor storms into the kitchen and shouts at the head cook, "Lex,
the roast beef is burnt! The creamed corn is burnt! Heaven, even the soup is
burnt!" Lex turns to him and shouts back, "Well what do you expect?
It's 450 degrees in the refrigerator!"
Hell's Kitchen Revisited
Lionel ran back into the kitchen, "Lex, what is this that you served for
desert?"
Lex answered, "It's Baked Alaska." Lionel scowled at him and said,
"It most definately is NOT. It must be Baked Manitoba because that speck
there is Fforde! You know that Fforde would give the boss indigestion!"
"Upsy Daisy"
"Dad, I think we're having solar flares again," said a despondent Clark as he sat himself down at the kitchen table. "How can you tell?" asked
Jonathan. "Well, the tractor got stuck in the mud, so I gave it a little
lift," answered Clark. "NOT AGAIN!" said a disgusted Jonathan,
"I just got the insurance check for the last one. Weren't you supposed to
be showing my cousin around the farm? She didn't she what happened to the
tractor, did she?" Clark buried his face in his hands, "That's how
the tractor got stuck. I was letting her drive it around."
"Bo Didley"
Martha came out of the bathroom disgusted, "Who missed the toilet bowl
this time!"
"Hawg Tied"
Sheriff Nancy Adams was disgusted. The race must have been fixed! She had
trained hard for the annual "Law Enforcer's Marathon" but she
finished the race at exactly the same time as the Sheriff from Hazard County.
"Kent Rider"
Clark watched his Dad pulling parts from a sleek black car that he had bought
at auction and putting them into a beat up old car that Jon had owned for
years. Clark asked, "It doesn't make sense to salvage a beautiful sleek
car to repair an old junker. What could possibly make that worthwhile?"
Jon answered. "That's true. General-Lee speaking."
"TooMulchous"
Jonathan looked up from the dinner table and said to Martha, "Is a storm
rolling in. It seems to be getting pretty dark." One hour earlier, Little
Clarkie had started whittling a stick with his pocket knife. Martha saw the
wood chips piling up on the porch and asked Clark to help her by putting the
wood chips in her flower beds around the house when he was through whittling.
"The Birthday Lesson"
The real reason why Clark doesn't have a birthday party was because Clark's
first birthday with the Kents didn't go as planned. Martha made Clark a 3-layer chocolate cake frosted with marshmallow topping and put 4 candles on it.
They explained the tradition about the birthday candles and making a wish.
Jonathan learned that day to never sit across the table from Clark after Clark made his wish. The surgeon who removed the candles from a sticky Jonathan Kent never
got an explanation that satisfied him.
"Rain Forrest Rain"
Clark sat by Crater Lake. He took no notice of the explosion nearby. He had
heard that the forest rangers would be blasting to make a irrigation ditch to
feed an area where new trees would be planted. What he didn't know was that the
explosion had pulverized a meteor rock. Soon Kryptonite particles were floating
in the air. Soon Clark felt a feeling he had never known before. Totally
unprepared, he sneezed. When he looked up, the water level of Crater Lake had
dropped considerably.
On a road a mile or so away, a slow-witted man was jogging cross-country with a
group that followed him. Suddenly they were hit with the water from Crater Lake and knocked to the side of the road. The man turned to one of his followers and
said, "What was that?" The other replied, "Rain, Forrest,
rain."
"My Dog Ate It"
The teacher looked at Clark and asked, "So where is your project. It is
due today, you know." "I'm sorry, Sir," Clark answered
despondently, "My dog ate it." "Son," answered the teacher,
"that excuse won't wash with me. This is SHOP class. I only let you take
that miniature canon home to work on because you wanted to use your Dad's
welding equipment."
At home, "Krypto burped contentedly."
"Not Permitted"
Brainiac entered the Talon with his energy weapon drawn. Lana stopped him at
the door. "You can't come in here!" scolded Lana. Brainiac coldly
replied, "But I sense the one who will be Superman has entered this
establishment. I must terminate him before he steals Kandor!" Lana put on
her sternest face and said, "Well you'll have to get you tin Kan out the Door because we don't allow side arms in here!" "Very well,"
said Brainiac as he turned an left. An hour later, Lana saw Brainiac's green
face passing the front windows of the Talon as he was heading for the front
door. She ran to head him off. She saw the door open and the muzzle of the gun
as Brainiac started to come in. She started to tell him to leave but when she
got a good look at him, she fainted. Brainiac's arms were now attached to his
chest.
"Coming Prepared"
Lana was at the mansion talking to Lex when the phone rang. He apologized to
Lana saying he had to go into Metropolis but that she should stay and enjoy
herself. After he left, she called Clark and asked him if he wanted to come
over and spend time with her at the mansion. He asked what they could do. She
said they could swim in the pool. He said that his Mom had thrown out his old
swimming suit and he hadn't gotten a new one yet. She said, "Oops, I
forgot. I don't have one either. Well, we won't need swim suits. Just come over
and meet me at the pool ... Clark?" She cut off her words because she had
been disconnected. In a short period of time, she heard Clark calling for her.
She answered, "I'm in here! How did you get here so quickly? We got cut
off. I was saying, that you should meet me by the pool table. I've already
racked up the .... CLARK! Well, I see you brought your stick!"
"Onward the Millions"
The "Smallville Bored And Beautiful Club" spied it's next target.
There was that hunk Clark Kent in the corner of the pool. Rumor was that he and
Lana Lang were no longer an item. Vera B., Tyra and Shhery M. were the first of
many to bob over to his corner of the pool and surround him. All his powers
were of no use. He was confused as to whether he even wanted to escape. Before
long a familiar face pushed through. Lana grabbed him fiercely and gave him a
kiss more passionately than she ever had before. Having marked Clark as her own, the others looked around for someone else and dispersed. Soon Clark limped out of the pool and headed for the showers. The cold water wasn't having the
desired effect. He was dizzy, disoriented. Then something happened and he came
fully alert. A beet red Clark left the shower and dressed.
Down the pipeline they swam. Seeking something to make them complete. They were
powerful, nearly indestructable and somewhat adaptable. They would find what
they sought or alter something similar to suit their sole purpose. They got a
clensing bath a the Smallville treatment center. After a short vacation, they
returned to their mission fanning out through the man-made waterways of
Smallvile.
The women of Smallville knew that cleanliness was next to Godliness. In bath
tubs across Smallville, the little soldiers found what they were looking for.
Lesser beings may require millions to do the job, but only one of these tiny
guys was required to accomplish its mission. Up, up and away. Soon drugstores
were selling out of maternity tests. The female school counselors were besieged
by teenage girls swearing that they were virtuous but afraid that their parents
wouldn't believe them. The counselors had reasons of their own to believe what
they were told. The sheriff was oddly withdrawn and quiet and Martha was
praising the Lord for another miracle. Smallville braced itself for a
population explosion like no town had ever seen.
“Nowhere Man 1956”
He’s a real Nowhere Man
Sitting here in Smallville land
Writing all his fan fictions
For Shhmommy.
Has a crazy point of view
Knows his time is almost through
Isn’t he a bit like you and me.
Nowhere Man, please listen,
We don’t know why you’re posting
Nowhere Man, your stories
Are not In demand.
He’s as blind as he can be,
Can’t read what he wants to read.
He can’t read white on blue at all.
Has a crazy point of view
Knows his time is almost through
Isn’t he a bit like you and me.
Nowhere Man, don’t worry,
It will pass in a hurry.
It’s a shame that all your dreams
Were built on the sand.
Has a crazy point of view
Knows his time is almost through
Isn’t he a bit like you and me.
“Getting Away With It”
Let me give you a piece of advice. If you want to get away with murder, commit the act in a small town. They like to resolve that kind of thing quick. They grab the first person they see and convince themselves that the person is guilty despite whatever contradictory evidence they find. The sooner they can get back to their quiet little lives the better.
I first saw Louise when I was an exchange student from Ireland. Louise may have seemed like a good girl, but she would sleep with anyone who promised her a way out of Smallville. Dublin seemed about as far away as she could get, so she targeted me. She used every one of her considerable means of persuasion to get me to promise to take her back to Ireland with me after graduation. It wasn’t an empty promise either. I wanted this woman like I had no other. Graduation came and I headed back to Ireland to get a home ready for us. We corresponded for a while and then her letters stopped. I heard she had gotten married. I worked hard and made a life that she would want to share because I was going back for her.
After I got back into town, I was about to approach her but I saw that she had found someone else -- some stranger in town who was probably filling her head with stories of far-away places. I would deal with him. I waited in the barn for them. Knowing her, I knew that this is where she would bring him to seal whatever deal she was making with him. I was about to step out of the shadows and kill the stranger, but another man came in and began shooting him. For whatever reason, the bullets had no effect. I knew what would happen. My bullets wouldn’t work on him. He would have her. I couldn’t let that happen. I shot her. She died, the stranger ran out, the husband ran in and the sheriff came in and arrested the poor sap. Of course, he was quickly convicted. I went back to Ireland. I figure the stranger went back to wherever he came from and had children. Had he married Louise, those children wouldn’t have been born. I may have taken a life that day, but I figure that there are other people who owe their lives to what I did that day. Yes, they owe their lives to me – Rick O’Shay.
Despite what people say, the episode "Re-Lick" or
"1969" was TOTALLY original. Unfortuneately the story was at first
intended as a 2-parter so it was editted down a bit. I am pleased to be able to
present to you here the last few minutes of the show as it was written.
"Re-Lick" Last Scene "Return to Krypton"
Jor-El told the man on the phone something profane in Kryptonese and stepped
out of the phone booth in the cave. He heard footsteps approaching. It was the
friends that were to meet his for his journey home. Corporal P-Neil and his
alien friend Teal'D came up and created Jor-El. "Live long and
prosper," said Jor-El. "May the force be with you," answered
Teal'D. "Nan-new, Nan-new," said P-Neil. Jor-El enquired of Teal'D's
health because his silver forehead medalion was duller that he had ever seen
it. Teal'D told Jor-El that a wicked woman had taken his symbiote, put it in
the basket of her bicycle and pedaled off into a tornado. He said that the
bicycle had seemed to become a broom. Jor-El said they had almost missed their
leap and slide through the jump gate. When they walked in, he was about to call
them on his shoe phone. Any later and they wouldn't have been able to meet with
Boss Lee and get their call from Charles Lee. Well, the important thing was
that they were there now and it was time to go, so Jor-El walked around the
cave pushing 7 of the symbols on the wall. Once the car tushes were locked in
the three men entered a phone booth and dialled 1-976-collect whereupon the
floor diasppeared. They fell into the iris of the one-way black hole vortex
that looked like a pool of water just as the sniper who called to tell Jor-El not
to leave through the phone booth got off a shot through the glass panel.
“Falling Back”
Seth wasn’t like the other 7th graders in Smallville Middle School. That fact made him the target of every bully on the playground. But he had someone who came to his defense – someone who protected him. Maybe Clark Kent understood as he did the agony of being different than everybody else. He had become quite infatuated with Clark. He wanted to know if Clark felt the same but was scared to lose a friend and protector by asking. He noticed that Clark often stood and stared his way while he talked with his best friend Lana. He had a feeling that Clark liked Lana, but maybe Clark liked him too. Finally, he got the nerve to ask. His heart pumped so loudly that he couldn’t hear his own words as he spoke. As soon as he said the words, all color left Clark’s face. So he asked, “You don’t, do you?” Clark finally said quietly, “How do you know my secret?” Then Clark quickly left the playground and went to see the school nurse. Jonathan picked up Clark and took him home. When Jon asked why Clark told the nurse that he was sick, Clark hung his head low and told his father, “Seth Williams knows my secret.”
Years before on Krypton, Jor-El was working in the simulation chamber with his toddler Kal-El. He was working with his son to train him to live on Earth. It wasn’t as much about training Kal to survive on Earth as training Kal so that Earth could survive his presence there. He had to learn to live in a very fragile world. Jor-El had to teach Clark not to hug humans too tightly and how to handle delicate objects like doorknobs. As a break from the often traumatic lessons, Jor-El showed Kal many of the sites on planet Earth. One day, Jor-El was showing Kal the Grand Canyon when Lara called him away for a while. Fearless little Kal walked the edge of the canyon. He looked down and felt like he was king of all he could see. But Kal got distracted, his foot slipped and he fell backwards into the canyon. Faster and faster he fell. He was quickly in a full blown panic. He landed on his back with a heavy thud as the simulation automatically shut down. Jor-El returned to find his son sobbing uncontrollably.
It was a day Jonathan and Martha had dreamed about. They were taking their child to the playground. Clark had not yet mastered the language, but he managed to communicate just fine. Once they were sure Clark was doing well on his own, Jonathan and Martha sat on a bench and just watched Clark play. After a while he just stopped and watched the kids on the swing set. He saw a father pushing his son higher and higher. When they left, Clark ran and fetched Jon and led him the short distance back to the swings. Jon lifted Clark to the seat and gave him some quick instructions -- most importantly, he told Clark to hang on tight to the support chains. As Martha watched, Jon pulled Clark way, way back until he had Clark held high over his head. After warning Clark that he was about to let go, he released Clark and gave him a big push. Martha saw the expression of joy on Clark’s face as he swung forward, but then she watched as if in slow motion as he started to swing back. A look of sheer panic came onto Clark’s face. He clamped shut his eyes and scrunched up his face and hung on for dear life. And the swing stopped. Clark was suspended in the swing as if time had frozen. The swing was just slightly back from the full height it had reached. By power of Clark’s will, he refused to swing back and the laws of physics bent to that powerful will in that little body. Martha and Jonathan ran to Clark. They could not pry his fingers from the chains. Martha talked reassuringly to him at Jon, pretending to be supporting Clark, looked around frantically to see if anyone was watching. After a few minutes of gentle coaxing, Clark leaned forward and hopped into his mother’s arms and they all went home.
Seth got his nerve and carefully asked Clark his question, “You don’t swing both ways, do you?” When the color left Clark’s face, Seth asked again, “You don’t, do you?” Seth hoped that Clark would say that, yes, he did indeed swing both ways. But Clark gave him a different answer that said it all. Clark quietly asked, “How do you know my secret?” As Clark left, Seth Williams was the happiest he had ever been. He wasn’t alone and he had a chance to be more than friends with the object of his affections.
"The Egg" [Same World Version]
Clark, dressed in leather, uncovered Jonathan’s motorcycle in the barn. He felt he must end this pain he was feeling. He opened a little box containing a red ring and looked into the glow. This would do it. This would end the pain. He reached for the ring, but then snapped the box shut and pocketed the box. He decided he could face his pain somehow. Just then he heard a little sound behind him and turned to see a chicken and some baby chicks. Clark’s jaw dropped. He felt a stabbing pain to his gut and he cringed his face trying to pull back the tears. “The egg,” he cried, “the EGG!”
Suddenly Clark was back in time. A 12 year old Clark with a wide grin on his face strode confidently into the barn as Jonathan worked on the tractor.
Jon: My, you are certainly are full your oats this morning. What’s up?
Clark: You know, Dad, soon I’ll be able to do anything! Look at this.
Clark picked up a large stone that was propped against the barn door and crushed it in his bare hands. Clark then looked at his Dad beaming. Jonathan looked at his son and the pile of dust and gravel that had been a stone. He took a deep breath and considered the situation for a few seconds before he said anything.
Jon: Clark, could you do a couple things for me?
Clark: Sure!
Jon: Get me one of the eggs from the incubator over there.
Clark was back in an instant.
Clark: Now what?
Jon: Can you crush that like you did the rock?
Clark: You’re kidding right? Anybody could do that!
Jon just stared at him. Clark shrugged his shoulders and crushed the egg.
Jon: Now put it back together.
Clark stared at his Dad with a puzzled look and then at the goo in his hand.
Jon: That would have been a baby chick. Son, you have to learn that not everything you do can be undone. We all have our limitations -- even you. It is dangerous to believe otherwise.
In the present, the full force of Clark’s pain returned. He patted the pocket that held the red ring and pushed the motorcycle out of the barn.
"The Egg" [Else World Version]
A 12 year old Clark with a wide grin on his face strode confidently into the barn as Jonathan worked on the tractor.
Jon: My, you are certainly are full your oats this morning. What’s up?
Clark: You know, Dad, soon I’ll be able to do anything! Look at this.
Clark picked up a large stone that was propped against the barn door and crushed it in his bare hands. Clark then looked at his Dad beaming. Jonathan looked at his son and the pile of dust and gravel that had been a stone. He took a deep breath and considered the situation for a few seconds before he said anything.
Jon: Clark, could you do a couple things for me?
Clark: Sure!
Jon: Get me one of the eggs from the incubator over there.
Clark was back in an instant.
Clark: Now what?
Jon: Can you crush that like you did the rock?
Clark: You’re kidding right? Anybody could do that!
Jon just stared at him. Clark shrugged his shoulders and crushed the egg.
Jon: Now put it back together.
Clark stared at his Dad with a puzzled look and then at the goo in his hand.
Jon: That would have been a baby chick. Son, you have to learn that not everything you do can be undone. We all have our limitations -- even you. It is dangerous to believe otherwise.
Clark thought about what his Dad had said for a moment and then looked again at the mess in his hand. He focused his eyes and concentrated like he never had before. Soon, the yoke flowed into a puddle in the center of his palm and the shell came back together. The cracks in the egg vanished. Clark looked up at his Dad and asked, "Should I put this back in the incubator now?" Jonathan just sat there with his jaw hanging open and a blank expression on his face.
"The Nut Cracker"
Clark showed up at the Sullivan house to pick up Lana and Chloe for a trip to
the Christmas concert. The ladies weren't quite ready so Mr. Sullivan asked Clark if he'd mind waiting for the girls in the living room. Mr. Sullivan said there was a
large bowl of nuts on the coffee table to munch on while he waited. When the
girls got done upstairs, they came down and slid onto the couch, one on each
side of Clark. Chloe said, "Oh, Dad didn't refill the bowl of nuts. They
are almost all gone." Clark answered, "No, the bowl was full when I
sat down a half hour ago." Lana said, "They must be good, let me try
some." She pulled forward what looked like a stylized toy soldier from one
end of the coffee table, opened its mouth, stuck in a nut and pushed down on a
lever on the soldier's back. The soldier's mouth closed on the nut. Clark asked, "Why are you feeding a nut to that toy?" Lana chuckled, "Clark! Stop kidding around. You know I'm just using the nut cracker to remove the
shell." Lana took the cracked nut from the soldier's mouth, removed the
meat of the nut and ate it. Then she started looking around. "Clark? Where have you been putting the shells?" Clark turned red then said that they
had better hurry or they would be late for the concert. He took the shell from
Lana's hand and put it in his pocket.
"Short Visit Home"
Clark had finished his chores and was headed out the front door. Jon asked
where he was headed. Clark said he thought he'd go into town, visit friends at
the talon, maybe catch a bite and a movie. Jon reminded him that he had
promised to help paint the barn and that his mother was working on a special
dinner for that evening. To his own surprise, Clark found himself shouting at
Jon about not being his slave and that he had his own life and a dozen other
nasty remarks that came from nowhere. It all ended with him walking out. He
took his time and walked to town to shake off whatever it was that came over
him before seeing his friends in town. He didn't even look at the tall, suited
gentleman standing at the gate to the farm. Didn't notice that there was no
sign of a car that the man might have come in. He didn't even question the pile
of 5 gallon paint buckets sitting by the gate. Clark just had too much on his
mind.
Clark walked into the Talon and looked around for a friendly face. He saw
Chloe and gave her the most cheerful hello he could muster. She just walked by
him with a dreamy look on her face saying a light and distance "Hi
Clark" as she floated past and out the door. Clark walked up to Lana and
asked "What's up with Chloe?"
Lana: "Oh, I think she's hopelessly in love this time."
Clark: "Really? Who's the lucky guy."
Lana: "Oh Darn! I know I asked a few times. But he was slick. He always
knew how to turn the conversation without anyone noticing. Chloe thinks the guy
is a an Uncle of yours or something. We don't think he could be old enough to
be your Father. He looked just like you, just older and more distinguished. He
wore horn-rimmed glasses and he dressed in a suit, but he had some of your
mannerisms. After 2 minutes with the guy, you would swear you knew him your
entire life -- and wish you could know him for the rest of it."
Clark: "Are you sure that it was Chloe who was in love?"
Lana: "Oh, it was Chloe, definitely. He told stories about travelling the
world and you could see Chloe living it as he spoke. He was some story teller.
But there was something else there too. I could tell he was deeply sad about
something. It was just there under the surface."
Clark: "You are joking about this aren't you. He couldn't have looked
that much like me."
Lana: "You want to look in my trash can and see the cups I broke when I
got my first good look at the guy. I thought you were pulling some stupid prank
or something. It was either a relative of yours or Tina Greer is back from the
dead."
Clark: "This is kind of spooky. I guess I'd better see if I can find him
and see if he's here looking for me for some reason. I had hoped to spend some
time with you tonight."
Lana: "Well, I didn't expect to see you at all today seeing how it's your
parent's twentieth wedding anniversary."
Clark: "Oh, NO!"
Lana: "Don't tell me you forgot!"
Clark: "It's worse than you think, Lana. I'll see you later."
In a few seconds, Clark was at the gate of his house. Now he had to stop and
think about how to apologize. He stood there looking without seeing. He was
lost in his thoughts for a while until reality started creeping in. Something
was wrong. No, "wrong" wasn't the correct term. Something was
"right." The farm looked too clean, too neat, too bright. It was like
an old tinted photograph. It looked like a fond memory that had been enhanced
over time. The barn was painted. The house was painted. The shutters were
straight. The fence posts were straight. All the vehicles -- even the farm
vehicles were washed and waxed. It looked like the "to do" list for
the next 10 years had been wiped out while he was gone. Then he remembered. The
man at the gate. Horn-rimmed glasses. Sad look in his eye as he looked at the
farm. The paint buckets that were full -- now empty and neatly stacked. Clark raced down the drive, across the porch (that now failed to squeak when he stepped on
it) and into the house. His parents came at him with tears in their eyes. He
was buried in a group hug. He had a million questions but they faded as he
found that all that really mattered was that his family was safe and all was
right in his world.
On the table was a card that read "From your Son on your 20th Wedding
Anniversary." Inside was a handwritten note that said, "When we are
young and safe and protected by our family, we often fail to see the love that
surrounds and shelters us. Our eyes focus on the world and the future awaiting
us. Sometimes we don't take the time to look back at what we had until we have
moved far away. I am looking back now and I realize that there is nothing I
wouldn't do for you, my parents. I am a willing slave to all that you have
taught me. I couldn't love you more. Your son, Clark."
"Their First Special Child"
Martha and Jonathan had adopted a child before Clark appeared in his spaceship.
Over time they became aware that this child was different. She had special
powers. In some ways, she helped prepare them for their task ahead.
Jon: "Candyce, I think you had better clean the out of the horse stalls.
It's your job and it's long overdue."
Candyce: "Clean the what, Papa?
Jon: "The . Clean the out of the stalls."
Candyce: "I will do anything you ask Papa, but you have to make me
understand what you want."
Jon: "Well, I don't know why I can't have you clean the out of the horse
stalls, but at least you can the dishes after dinner."
Candyce: "Do what with the dishes?"
Jon:"the dishes then "
Candyce: "I don't understand."
Jon: "Well, get the vacuum cleaner and with it."
Candyce: "What?"
Jon: "Nevermind. Just your homework."
Candyce: "Can I watch TV?"
Jon: "Yes, after you watch TV."
Candyce: "Great! Oh. Do I get an allowance?"
Jon: "Yes, you get $500.00 a week. Wait. I didn't say that!"
Candyce: "What did you say?"
Jon: "I said that you get $50,000.00 and the keys to my truck."
Candyce hopped up from watching TV, said "Thanks Papa," took the
truck keys, drove to the bank and then disappeared never to be seen again ...
although it is rumored that she eventually harnessed her powers for good. Hey
wait a minute! I didn't say that! Oh yes I did.
“Half Life”
Clark sat in the office of “The Torch” staring at the “Wall of Weird.” He was
looking at one article in particular. It was about three months old and
entitled “Seth Williams: The Boy with the Olden Touch.” As Clark stared, tears
formed in his eyes. Those tears suddenly turned to steam and the article Clark was staring at burst into flame. Pete jumped up and put the fire out shouting, “Clark! Get a grip man!” A startled Clark answered, “Sorry, you’re right, Pete. I’d better
go somewhere else if I’m not sure that I’m in control.” Pete shook himself and
said, “I’m sorry Clark. I shouldn’t have jumped on you like that. I was just
startled.” As he left Clark quietly answered, “I know Pete. But I need to be
alone for a little while anyway."
Clark left the High School building and stopped at the Elementary School
playground. He sat on a swing and rocked and thought about Seth. Had he been
the kind of friend to Seth that he should have been? People who are different
can make you feel nervous – even if you are different yourself – so different
that you are alien – literally. Clark had always been somewhat naïve. He had
found out late that Seth was gay and even later what that meant. He didn’t want
to stop being friends with Seth just because he was gay, but when he found out
that Seth had feelings for him, well .... Having a philosophy about the way you
want to treat other people and the reality of how comfortable you feel around
them are often two different things. “Oh, Seth, I hope I never hurt you.”
Clark had seen how Seth’s dad had treated him. Mr. Williams was a linebacker
in college and expected his son to follow in his footsteps. He couldn’t hide
his disappointment when his son turned out to be a science geek who either had
his nose in a book or his head in the clouds. When he found out that his son was
gay, he went to extraordinary measures. He bought a “cure” from a friend of his
– a Mr. Brooks. He force fed this green elixir to his son night and day. Seth
hated it and often went to his mother for comfort and reassurance. There seemed
to be no effect on Seth. But Seth’s mother who had always looked in her 20s
rather than her true age of 36 was now looking like Seth’s great grandmother.
Chloe noticed this and that Seth’s school books looked old despite the
excessive care he took with everything. She arranged a visit to his home and
found that everything in his bedroom was falling apart from age. Seth told
Chloe about the green medicine he was expected to take and she put it all
together in her article about the “Boy with the Olden Touch.” Soon after that,
Seth’s mother died of old age and his father left town. In a show of uncommon
charity, Mr. Brooks took him in. Seth dropped out of school and began to clerk
for Mr. Brooks in the store he bought from the Greer estate. On the rare
occasions Seth was seen outside the store he wore heavy clothes and thick
rubber gloves.
Chloe got suspicious of the connection between Seth’s abilities and the source
of Mr. Brown’s antiques. Clark didn’t care about that. He cared that Seth had
now totally dropped out of sight. When Clark asked Mr. Brooks about Seth, he
said that Seth had gone to live with his father, but Clark had a feeling that
that wasn’t true.
One night Clark broke into the antique store for a look around. The store vault
was lead lined so Clark couldn’t see inside, but Clark’s developing hearing
powers allowed him to hear the sound of a heart beat inside. Clark worked the
combination and listened to the tumblers until the door un-locked. He pulled
open the door and saw Seth sleeping on a cot inside. Rushing in, Clark stumbled and fell to the floor. Along the wall was a shelf full of refined ingots of
Kryptonite that Mr. Brooks used for making his elixir. Before Clark knew what
was happening, the vault door swung shut behind him. Seth was asking him what
was wrong. Clark told Seth that he was deathly allergic to the green metallic
substance on the shelf. If he couldn’t get some distance between him and the
green metal or find some way to get the lead lining the vault to shield him, he
would die. Seth helped lift Clark onto the cot and explained that the lead was
built into the wall of the vault. He also told Clark that he had not been able
to find a way out in the days since Mr. Brooks had locked him in there for
refusing to artificially age his merchandise. Clark looked up at Seth and could
have sworn that Seth was in more pain than he was. Clark knew Seth’s pain came
from Seth's empathy for him, so he did what he could to hide his pain. Seth
said, “I have an idea but I don’t know if it will work. I’ll try my best. I
really will.” With that Seth stacked the ingots on the far corner of the vault
floor and sat down with them. He grabbed a couple bars and held them close to
himself and rocked with them in his arms. Throughout the night, Clark drifted in and out of consciousness. Every time he opened his eyes, there was Seth
holding Kryptonite bars with two piles of bars in front of him. Each time Clark woke, one pile had gotten bigger, one pile had gotten smaller. And every time Clark woke, his pain seemed to subside a little bit but Seth looked more tired and ill.
Finally, Clark forced himself fully awake. Now, there was only one pile of
grayish metallic bars. They still had a greenish tint to them and Clark felt weaker than normal in their presence, but he was able to make his way to the
door and push until the door gave way. Seth was not well at all. Whether it was
his efforts at aging the Kryptonite through several half-lives in a single
evening or the intense contact with the Kryptonite that had done it, Seth was
gravely ill. Clark leaned down to pick up Seth but Seth shouted, “No Clark!
Don’t touch me. I love you.” Clark stepped back for an instant then reached
down and scooped up Seth and raced him to the hospital, but Seth never said
another word. Whether his contact with Seth aged Clark at all, no one could
tell, but no one would doubt that Clark matured a little through knowing Seth
Williams.
"Listen To Lex Lucifer"
How many days had he been on the island? Lex couldn't say. But he was hungry.
He must find something to eat. He was dizzy. He wasn't sure if he could trust
what he was seeing but he made his way into the lush forest. He saw some red
fuzzy dots hanging from a tree in front of him. He tried to focus. Some kind of
fruit. He carefully shimmied up the tree and reached out and plucked the fruit.
He polished it and began to take a bite when he heard a woman's voice call out,
"Don't eat that! Eat anything else but not that. It's forbidden!" Lex
squinted his eyes trying to make out the woman talking at him. Was this some
figment from his past? "Nonsense!" he shouted, then took a bite.
"This stuff is good for you. Have one. Have several." He began
throwing fruit to the woman from his perch in the tree. The woman picked up
some and took a bite. "It is good!" she said smiling.
"Hey!" added Lex, "The bugs are going to eat you alive. You're
naked! Go put some clothes on!" The woman looked at herself and then
seemed to realize for the first time that she was naked. She covered herself
and ran off into the forest carrying some of the fruit Lex had thrown at her.
Lex got down out of the tree. Too dizzy to walk, he crawled back to camp on his
belly where he fell asleep saying "Strange dream."
"Moon Child: An Else World Story"
The journey wasn't well planned. Kal was put in the
spaceship and it was sent on it's way to Earth. He had a better chance than
those he left behind. But the ship hit an asteroid before reaching Earth and
crashed on the Moon. Due to the presence of sunlight, the baby could live without
food, shelter or atmosphere -- if you call that living. He walked the Moon
alone. He had no guidance, no education, no companionship. His only friend
was the pretty blue ball beyond reach overhead. At least it was beyond reach
today. Someday, he would find the will to lift his physical body from his
world to the next. What then? What would the Earth make of this hermit born
of Krypton and raised by no one? And what would this man think of Earth? What
would he do if he didn't like what he found?
[Kind of left you hanging, didn't I?]
"You Rang? An Else World Story"
The rocket Jor-El had built crossed the Pacific Ocean and landed in a small
farming community in Japan. The child who had benn its sole passenger was
adopted and grew to be strong and intelligent. At age 16, he was selected to be
an exchange student and was sent to Smallville, Kansas. At his first day of
school, he was enamored of a young, raven-haired woman that he could not take
his eyes off of. At first opportunity he approached her and said, "You
Rang?" Lana replied, "Pardon me?" He asked again, "Are you
Rana Rang, the cheer-reeder?" She answered, "Well, I'm not Rois
Rane."
"Repulsive"
Moses Jones manned his booth at the Smallville fair. The fair would have made a
lot more money had they hired him to man the kissing booth because Moses has
the looks and the charm to pack the ladies in. But the woman in charge wanted
Moses for herself, so Moses was put in charge of the Duck Shoot. Still, the
ladies lined up to take aim at Moses' booth and profits were good, until the
last day of the fair. The boss lady came by to take Moses to lunch and found
him in back with a couple of the patrons. In a jealous rage, she picked up a
Smallville Globe with the tiny meteor rocks in it and cracked Moses over the
head with it.
Moses was rushed to the hospital. They had just finished some repairs on the
MRI machine after a mishap during an examination of another employee of the
fair. Sure enough, the MRI acted up with Moses inside and bathed him in a green
light. Someone pulled the plug on the machine and wheeled Moses to a room for
an overnight observation. The nurses were arguing over who would give Moses his
sponge bath, but as soon as he would make contact with them, green sparks would
fly and they would leave the room looking like they had ****ed a lemon. Soon
Moses' dinner arrived. He saw that the juice from his green beans was getting
close to his mashed potatoes. How he hated that! He wished that ... and then it
happened. The bean juice moved back! So he thought about it and his mashed
potatoes and gravy split into two piles.
After getting out of the hospital, Moses went to every dinner in town trying to
get a job as a mashed potato separator. No luck. He couldn't think of any way
to use his skill to earn a living. His charm with women wasn't working either.
So, he had no choice, he had to go back to work for his Uncle renting boats to
tourists at Crater Lake. So he walked up to the lake. His uncle's business was
on the far side and he was in no mood to walk around, so Moses walked forward
towards the lake and the water parted and let him pass. So if you ever want to
spend a day of fishing on Crater Lake but you don't have your own boat, just go
see Moses at his Uncle's place. You can't miss it. It's a small white building
near the docks with a sign that says "Let My People Row."
Story Notes: Hmmm. I realized I did have violence in
"Revulsion" with the globe being broken on Moses's head. Funny how we
learn to not even notice violence anymore.
I was thinking of the sequel to "Revulsion" which involves the fight
for control of the boat rental business on Crater Lake when a business called
"Fair Row" tries to put Moses' uncle out of business. The bridge over
the creek next to "Let My People Row" is mysteriously destroyed. Can
the business survive if the people don't have the ability to Pass Over the
creek to get to Moses's place of business? Maybe we'll find out ... and maybe
we won't.
More Story Notes: I may write the prequel about Moses's experiences with women before the events of "Revulsion." It will only be available by PM. I'm thinking of calling it "Moses and the Burning Bush." There is also the story of Moses trying to meet marketing deadlines just so that his work could sit on someone's desk for months. That one is called "Moses and the Bull Rushes."
When asked about any commandments given to Moses: Thou
shalt return rentals with both oars present.
Thou shalt have no other rentals before us.
Though shalt not covent thy neighbor's rental.
Though shalt not bare false witness about the condition of this rental.
I'm more concerned with him accidentally marrying the wrong woman. I'm going to
have to do more research if I do these sequels.
First I am so lazy that I only do short stories. Now I am so lazy, that I only
give vague outlines of stories I'll never get around to doing.
“Little S, Big S, Ton and Ton”
Inside every child that is born, there is a pair of twins that are born as
well. These twins keep each other company in a dark place. When a child laughs
they sometimes get a quick look at the world and can see what’s going on. You
see, they have very good sight and can see almost any distance and through
almost any object. The problem is that they always look forward and they can’t
see through teeth. Because they live at the back of a person’s mouth, they
don’t get to see very much at all. So they just talk to each other in hushed
tones all day if they can think of anything to say. Mostly they talk about food
and toothbrushes and what the dental hygenist looks like. Every one of them
throughout the world has the same name. They don’t really need names since they
only talk to each other. But all of them are named “Ton” which is pronounced
“Tawn.” And their last name is “Sil.”
This is the story of one pair of Tons that became heroes of sorts. One day,
they were chatting and the person they lived inside who they called “Little
“S”,” fell down. Before they knew it, one of the teeth was gone and they could
see out on the world. Little “S” was upset but the Tons didn’t notice much
because they were taking in the sights. As the day passed, they got more and
more excited about all the wonderful things they were seeing. They were talking
at the same time and began talking louder and louder so that the other Ton
would listen -- and then the unthinkable happened! Little “S” heard them and
started talking to them. This was strictly forbidden, but the Tons were so
excited about all the new things they had learned that they welcomed someone
else to talk to. Well, along came Wednesday night, and Little “S” and “S”Mommy
were watching “Smallville on TV. Everybody knows that Smallville is about Clark Kent who will grow up to be someone we aren’t supposed to say – let’s just call him the
“Big “S” .” So Little “S” was watching the show with a bigger smile than
usually just so Ton and Ton could get a good view. Well, out popped this guy
with a big meteor rock which makes Clark all funny and sick and all. Well Clark didn’t see this guy at all but Ton and Ton sure did. And they shouted, “Watch out Clark! Watch out Clark!” So Little “S” shouted “Watch out Clark!” and Clark turned and
said, “What did you say Little “S”?” and saw the bad guy . Clark pulled the rug
out from below the bad man’s feet and the Kryptonite, which is what they call
those meteor rocks now, the Kryptonite flew out of the man’s hands. Clark ran and got a lead box and caught the kryptonite in the lead box and snapped the lid
closed. He turned and looked out of the TV at Little “S” and said “Thank you
Little “S,” you saved my life!” Ever since then, Little “S” makes sure to watch
“Smallville” every week and smile so Ton and Ton can see the show and warn
Clark if anything bad is going to happen. And every week, Clark listens hard
for any warning that Little “S” may shout to him.
The End.
“Grounded on Tuesdays”
Clark got onto the bus Wednesday morning. Chloe’s jaw dropped. Pete started
laughing. Chloe fished into her purse and handed Pete a $5.00 bill. “I guess
missing lunch will help me keep my girlish figure but if I find out that you
two set me up, he11 has no fury like this reporter when she’s hungry.” Chloe
got up and moved off to find another seat. Pete called after her, “Aww! Don’t
go away mad. *Hee-hee* ”
Clark: “What was all that about and, more importantly, how much trouble did
you get me in this time?”
Pete: “Just a friendly wager. I bet her you would be on the bus today. You see,
I’ve noticed that, since the beginning of October, you haven’t missed the bus once
on a Wednesday.”
Clark: “Yep. That’s ‘cause I’m grounded on Tuesdays.”
Pete: “Really? I thought you wouldn’t go out with us Tuesdays because you
watched something on TV that night.
Clark: “Oh, Pete! You KNOW there’s nothing good on Tuesday nights anymore.”
Pete: “So what’s the scoop? What did you do to get grounded? I have to know.”
Clark: “It’ll cost you $5.00.”
Pete: ”What?”
Clark: ”I know you have it, I helped you earn it and there’s a certain
reporter who’s figure is just fine as is that I have to take to lunch today.”
Pete: “OK. Here, man, but this had better be juicy.”
Clark: “It’s more trashy than juicy.”
Pete: “I’m ready!”
Clark: “Well, Dad was talking to Old Man Henkel. He has this problem.
Wednesday is trash day and he can’t keep his trash can from blowing over no
matter what he tries. The poor old guy ends up picking up his yard every
Wednesday. Well my Dad figured it out, so now I have to stay in Tuesdays so
they can make sure I get to bed early enough to catch the bus Wednesdays. Plus
Dad has had me helping out at Henkel’s place – of course he doesn’t tell Henkel
why.”
Pete: “How about telling me why. I don’t get it.”
Clark: [whispering] “Well, I get up to about 210 or 220 by the time I reach
Henkel’s place…. Get it now?”
Pete: “You –suck!”
Clark: “Exactly.”
Pete: “No, I mean, you charge me $5.00 for that story? That isn’t worth a state
quarter.”
Clark: “Next time save your money and read a story on the WB web site. They’re
free.”
[OH NO! Forgot the violence again. Maybe Clark should go beat up Henkel for
getting him in trouble with Henkel. I’ll think on it.]
"FanFic 1: The Day The Earth Stood Still"
Jon told Clark, "If you must eat Mexican food, don't face West!"
"FanFic 2: The Shortest Day of the Year"
Jon told Clark, "No more Mexican food for you -- EVER!"
“Tons Swelling in Small Throat”
Little “S” woke up one day and it hurt to swallow. When “S”Mommy noticed that
Little “S” only ate 6 pancakes for breakfast, she knew something must be wrong
so she asked Little “S” about it. Little “S” told her about his sore throat.
“S” Mommy had Little “S” open wide. That was something he was good at. She
looked at one of the Tons. One of them was big and round, but as she watched,
it returned to normal size. Soon Little “S” was rubbing his throat again so
“S”Mommy looked again. Now the other Ton was big, but again, it returned to
normal size as she watched. Soon, both Tons were big until “S”Mommy looked at
them. As time passed, it seemed to “S”Mommy that she was going to be down in
the mouth all day. So she told Little “S” to get his coat on, that they were
going to the doctor so he could look at the Tons. She said they might have the
“It is.” Of course this got the Tons’ attention and they started screaming,
which got Little “S”’s attention. Little “S” told “S”Mommy that they didn’t
have to go to they doctor, that the Tons were just having a “Test.” She asked
what kind of test. Little “S” told her what the Tons told him, that Left Ton
said he could hold his breath the longest, then “S”Mommy showed up and startled
him. Then Right Ton tried it and then “S”Mommy showed up again. Well “S”Mommy
wondered why it had been going on all day then, so the Tons told Little “S”
that they learned that “S”Mommy would look in on them if they held their breath
and they didn’t wanted to get a good look as often as they could. “S”Mommy
turned red and said “Well you tell Mr. Sil and his friend Mr. Sil if they pull
that stunt again we will be going to the doctor and they will be looking up at
me from a silver tray!” Needless to say, the Tons had learned their lesson.
“Lara’s Wish”
Lara was sitting in her living room waiting for her jerk of a husband to get
home from the meeting of the planetary counsel. He liked wasting the time of
bureaucrats – thought it was poetic justice, but what he loved even more was
telling tall tales. The bigger the lie, the more improbable the story, the
better Jor-El liked it. So Lara was doing a little light listening to a novel
by one of her favorite authors. The novel stopped reading and another voice
addressed her. It said, “Lara, you among all women, among all species, from all
worlds have been chosen on this day to have a single wish fulfilled. The wish
is irrevocable so choose wisely. This is all.” Lara didn’t know what to do. She
would wait until Jor-El got home, discuss it calmly with him and do the
opposite of whatever he thought was best. That was a fool-proof plan! So Jor-El
came home all excited and laughing. He wouldn’t let Lara get a word in edgewise.
He was talking about the whopper he told at counsel that night. He said, “I
told them that Krypton’s core would explode tonight killing everyone except our
son because I am going to send to another planet in a rocket ship. I told them
that on this planet, Kal-El will be strong enough to move mountains,
invulnerable to all harm, able to fly, able to hear all and see all and able to
move faster that the speed of light unaided by mechanical devices of any kind.
I told them that his only weaknesses would be “magic” and the radioactive
material our planet will turn into – green rocks!!! You should have seen the
looks on those fools' faces! I wish you could have been there!” Lara snapped
back, “Yeah, well I wish that for just one day, this day for example, that my
husband only spoke the truth.”
“They Came to See It”
Clark woke up. It wasn’t quite 5:00am and it wasn’t time to start his chores,
but there was very strange murmuring sound coming from outside his open bedroom
window. He looked out and the ground all around the house looked strange – like
it was swaying in the wind or something. He looked closer and he couldn’t
believe it. It was people. So many people you couldn’t see any ground anywhere.
The entire farm was covered as far as he could see in every direction and they
were quietly talking among themselves. He looked around for something to put
on. He had his blue sweat pants on. He pulled on a blue Smallville T-shirt and
a pair of red socks. He wrapped a red blanket around himself and went downstairs
and out onto the front porch. “There he is!” someone shouted and the crowd
rustled as it turned his direction. Then there was silence as thousands of
expectant faces stared at Clark. Clark had never seen so many people. He knew
in his mind that this many people existed, but in his gut it seemed unreal. And
most of them looked strange. Some even looked alien. Finally Clark said, “Why
are you here?” Someone stepped forward and said, “Sir, we came to see it!” And
hushed “Yesssss!” echoed through the crowd. Clark was totally un-nerved.
Obviously, they were here for him. They didn’t seem to mean him any harm, but
they might accidentally hurt his Mom or Dad. Maybe if he left, they would leave
too. He walked off the porch and a pathway through the human mass open ahead of
him. He fell buried alive and now he was cut off from home and family. He
started walking faster and the pathway opened ahead of him. Soon he was at the
road and there was a long passage down the road where he could run but there
was no end to the people. Thousands and thousands of smiling people some with
tears streaming from their eyes. Now Clark was in a full panic running faster
and faster down the road. But ahead of him was a wall of people and no where to
go so he gathered his strength and he leapt as high and as far as he could to
get over the crowd, but the crowd was larger than he could have imagined. He looked
frantically for a place to land but there was none. As he continued to look, a
roar went up from the crowd that was so loud that it sounded like being in a
tornado again. He looked around and saw they were waving and using strange
recording devices pointed at him. Why? Then he became self-aware. How long had
he been up here in mid air? He was just poised at the top of his leap looking
around. He thought he should be scared but he wasn’t. It was as if he were
Isaac Newton sitting under the tree and saw an apple float off the tree and
away. Gravity didn’t mean anything to him anymore. He waved back to the crowd
and they cheered. He began circling and looking around at all those who had
come to see him on this day. There must be at least a million. Soon a chant
started “Sup-er-man, Sup-er-man, Sup-er-man!” Clark wondered what it meant.
Then as the sun crested the horizon, an even more brilliant light began
manifesting itself throughout the crowd and then there was no left on the
ground. He made a quick pass over town and then flew back to his house. He
landed on the porch roof as light as a feather as if he had been flying
forever. He crawled into his bedroom window and back into bed. Then his alarm
sounded.
"The Blue Ball of Happiness"
Jor-El was making final preparations for launching the ship. She noticed Lara,
wearing gloves, tuck a small blue ball into the spaceship. "On no you
don't!" he barked, "I don't like those things and I won't have one
used on my son. I believe babies deserve to express themselves like everyone
else -- even when it's annoying. How long have you had that thing?" Lara
answered, "Serk-Ne gave it to me at my baby shower. I swear I have never
used it on Kal, but what if he has a tantrum on Earth. With his strength, he
could do some real damage before he could be gotten under control." Jor-El
protested, "But he's been conditioned not to react that way." Lara,
"You know that conditioning is not 100%.. This is just a safeguard."
"Very well. I'll have to add instructions." Jor-El held the octoganal
key to his forhead and began a controlled thought message to the mind it
contained, "Use the blue ball as needed to calm Kal. Hold it with gloves
and touch it gently to his skin. May the Blue Ball of Happiness grant peace to
your household." Jor-El was startled. He had just added the sales slogan
for Blue Ball to his ships' instructions. "Ship delete last entry."
Just then a heavy tremor hit and Jor-El's priorities changed. The instructions
for the Blue Ball was never were included with the ship. The ball itself sat
un-noticed inside the spaceship until it blew up the day Clark put the
Kryptonite key into it.
Lana dismounted from her horse and went to sit down under the shade of a tree
on the Kent Farm. She found that she had come to sit on a small blue ball. She
held it in her hand to look at it and suddenly she felt wonderful. It seemed
like someone had packed up all her cares are woes. She stood up and put the
ball in her pocket. Suddenly, the euphea left her. So she took the ball back
out and clenched it in her hand. She got back on her horse and rode into town.
When she got into town, she rode horseback into the Talon and spied Lex.
"Hey Lex!" she yelled "I quit!" Lex said, "What are
you doing? Is Seth back in town?" Lana snipped back, "No Seth is
gone. I no longer need a man, any man to make me feel good, so find someone
else to run this here saloon. The Talon didn't make me happy and I found out
that I LIKE being happy. So, Happy Trails and Bye-bye." Lex, "Well,
what are you going to do?" Lana, "I'm going to see if I can get back
my spot on the cheerleader squad and then I'm going to dust off my pom-poms."
Lex, "Well, you seem to know what you want and what makes you happy. I
envy you that." Lana rode out of the Talon and was passing Clark on the street when he called out to her, "Lana, how are you? You are Looking
good." Lana answered, "Thank you sir, I don't have a mirror but I'll
take your word on it. I was pretty hot this morning." Clark stammered,
"Are you going to be at the Talon later? I wrote a song parody -- a filk
-- about how it would feel to fly. I wanted to read it to you." A smiling
Lana calmly answered him, "I don't give a flying filk what you want
anymore Clark. I'm on my own now and I'm happy this way." With that, she
rode off as Clark's mouth served as a fly-catcher.
Flashback. Lana at the nursing home delivers a food tray to Cassandra. Lana
loses her balance and Cassandra touches her to give her a little balance. She
sees a vision of a very old and happy Lana Lang with an atrophied left hand --
forever clasped about a small blue object.
Hmmm. Nobody like? Maybe this story needs a theme song.
“Lana’s New Life”
[based on “Lying Eyes” by the Eagles which you can read and hear at
http://www.geocities.com/~falconbbs/lyineyes.htm]
Smallville girls just seem to find out early
How to open doors with just a smile
A rich old man, and she won't have to worry
She'll dress up all in lace and go in style
Late at night in her big old house she sits there
To stay at home and hold it had its price
But the blue ball’s magic makes it doesn’t matter
That her husbands hands are cold as ice
So she tells him she must stay in bed this evening
It’s just a small cold but she needs her rest
But he knows what she does when she is upstairs
She’ll be holding that blue ball tight to her chest.
You can't hide your lying eyes
And your smile's a thin disguise.
I thought by now you'd realize
There ain't no ways to hide your lying eyes.
On the other side of town Clark Kent is sitting
With fiery eyes and a destiny to fulfill
But he spends most of the night just regretting
The way that little ball makes Lana feel.
Lana squeezes on the ball her heart beats faster.
She whispers to herself, "I’ve got it all!"
If it wasn’t for the need to spend time eating
She would spend all her time playing with her ball.
You can't hide your lying eyes
And your smile's a thin disguise.
I thought by now you'd realize
There ain't no ways to hide your lying eyes.
She gets up and kisses the ball lightly
And stares at the stars up in the sky
Another night of holding the ball tightly
She draws the shade and rubs it on her thigh.
She wonders how it ever got this crazy
She thinks about a boy she knew in school
Did she get tired or did she just get lazy?
She's so far gone but she has her “happy tool.”
My oh my, you sure know how to arrange things
You set it up so well, so carefully
Ain't it funny how your new life made you happy
You're not the same sad girl you used to be.
You can't hide your lying eyes
And your smile's a thin disguise.
I thought by now you'd realize
There ain't no ways to hide your lying eyes.
Ain't no way to hide your lying eyes
Honey, you can't hide your lying eyes.
This basically spoils one of my favorite songs, but my
self-restraint is long gone. Please don’t read this if you are in a good mood
you don’t want to spoil (unless you can look at it from the parody aspect only)
or if you are depressed. Basically, don’t read it. Many of you will take this
advice without it being given.
“I Had A Name” [Based on “I Got a Name” by the late, great and wonderful Jim
Croce]
Like a dead dog lying along the road
I had a name, I had a name
Like dead pet bird and a croaked pet toad
I had a name, I had a name
And I carried it with me like my daddy did
But I live in a world that from him was hid.
Movin' me down the highway
Rollin' me down the highway
Movin' ahead so life won't run me down.
Like a tornado coming across the sky
Sounds like a train, sounds like a train.
Didn’t blow me away but it sure did try.
So I’ve got time. I’ve still got time
It took the next building and it sure was loud
It came from nowhere, now our field is plowed.
Movin' me down the highway
Rollin' me down the highway
Movin' ahead so life won't run me down.
And I know there is no “free.”
Like a fool I am and I'll always be
I had a dream, I had a dream.
They don’t have a mind but their -crap changed me
I lost my dream, I lost my dream.
Oh, I could pretend I have one you want me to
But my days of pretense are almost through.
Movin' me down the highway
Rollin' me down the highway
Movin' ahead so life won't run me down.
Movin' me down the highway
Rollin' me down the highway
Movin' ahead so life won't run me down.
For Tyrrath, Verses and Shhmommy
"Three Light Meals a Day"
Lois Lane was bound and determined to get to the bottom of it. She had heard
of escalating rent prices in a lower rent district of Metropolis. There was
fierce competion for apartments on certain floors facing certain directions in
a small cluster of apartment buildings. Wealthy single women were renting
apartments in the area of Clinton Street and they weren't telling why. Finally
one young woman who Lois gave a promise of anonymity agreed to share her story.
She ushered Lois into an apartment that had been totally rehabbed to a style
not justified by the neighborhood or the building. The woman could have lived
in the best of the best places available in Metropolis for what the remodeling
job must have cost her. Lois's keen eye spotted the expensive telescope at the
window and the videotape camera attached to it. She also noted the angle that
the telescope was pointed. It was aimed towards an atypically short apartment
building on Clinton Street. That particular building had not seen the same rent
increases as the surrounding buildings. The two women sat down and the woman
being interviewed began talking but never would meet Lois's gaze, "I heard
about him from a close friend who had moved into this building. Once I saw for
myself, I rented this apartment. Three times a day, he's out on the roof. It
doesn't matter whether it's mid-winter or not. As long as it's not overcast, he
goes out and suns himself morning, noon and night. He must be a sun worshipper.
Three times a day in the smallest swim trunks. Amazingly he never gets a tan,
but the man has a physique that's out of this world. And he looks a lot like
Superman." With that, the woman popped a videotape into her machine. An
image came up on the widescreen plasma TV. It was a man wearing a small red
swimsuit strutting across the roof of the building on Clinton street. He sat down
on a chaise lounge yard chair, reclined and stretched out. As the camera zoomed
in on his face and upper chest, the man put on a pair of sunglasses. Lois's jaw
dropped as she recognized the man as someone who sits 2 desks away from her at
the Daily Planet. Now she knew where he went during lunch hour everyday. Still
in shock, she said, "Clarrrrrk!"
Story by Verses:
Clark and Chloe went to Metropolis for a journalism
convention at the Daily Planet. When they arrived, they saw some school
children at the lobby. Apparently this was a field trip. One little boy
wandered away from the crowd and wandered to where Clark and Chloe were. He had
a small camera around his neck and was taking pictures of everything. He
started walking backwards and he bumped into Clark. "Sorry", he said
"That's alright" Clark gestured toward his camera. "I can see
you like photography. Is that what you want to do when you grow up?" The
boy grinned and nodded. "I want to work here as a photographer." Clark smiled "Well that's cool. I'm hoping to become a reporter myself." The boy
said "Maybe we'll work together."
"Yeah, I'll bet you'll be a great photographer!"
Suddenly the teacher approached the boy, "Didn't I tell you not to wander
off? Now get back with the others!" Before the boy followed the teacher, Clark called out, "Hey kid, what's your name?" The boy responded "Jimmy,
Jimmy Olsen."
“When Jimmy Met Perry”
The teacher returned young Jimmy to the rest of the class where the Planet's newest employee, Perry White was explaining the basics of journalism. He was distracted by the commotion and commented, "So this little papoose wandered away from the tribe, huh?" Jimmy turned to him and said, "I may be a scout or a hunter of stories, but don't call me a papoose, Chief!" Perry, shocked by the mouth on this freckled-faced little runt, answered back, "Well, then don't call me Chief!"
“The Gift”
Clark came out and sat on the stoop of his front porch. He couldn’t remember
ever being so discouraged. He hoped watching his Saturday morning cartoons
would help, but seeing all those heroes that could fly made him very upset. He
had seen Jor-El levitating with Louise in that vision so he knew he should have
some kind of flying powers. He just lacked the confidence. Jonathan stuck his
head out the door and said, “Hey Mr. Sad Sack, I believe this package is for
you.” Jonathan tossed Clark the package and he read the return address: “Rocky,
F.S.” Could this be from the famous Rocky? He opened the package and pulled out
a letter that was enclosed and began to read:
“Dear Clark, I have often flown over your farm and saw how hard at work you
were with your flying lessons. I know the frustrations in trying to get
airborne the first time. Even I had trouble. I thought no one could ever feel
worse than me, but BabyBJ’sMommy came and told me, “After giving birth to B.J.
with those antlers of his, everything else in life is like pulling a rabbit out
of the hat!” After she told me that (and showed me the scar from the C-section)
I realized that my personal problems were nothing but a pile of chili beanies.
That’s when BabyBJ’sMommy handed me the enclosed aviator’s flying cap. With it
on, I never had any trouble flying. I hope it brings you the same success as it
brought me. Yours Truly, Rocky, F.S.”
Clark quickly pulled the aviator’s cap from the box and put it on. He pulled
down the goggles. Suddenly he heard music: “Da Da-Da Da Da Da-Da-Da, Daaah
Daaaaah. Gonna fly now, gonna try now ….”
Martha walked out onto the porch and said, “I’m Martha Kent, may I help you?”
Clark answered, “Mom it’s me, Clark!”
Martha looking surprised replied, “Is it really you, Clark? From the back, I
thought it was Lex. But those glasses make you look like a totally different
person!”
Clark said, “Mom, these are flying goggles, not glasses. Mom, do you hear
music?”
Martha looked puzzled, “No honey, I don’t hear any music.”
Clark smiled and knew now that it was the power of the aviator’s cap. “Mom,
I’m gonna fly now. I’m gonna try now.” With that Clark ran down the road. He
jumped, flapped his arms, skipped and leaped. He was determined to do it this
time.
Jonathan yelled from the house, “Is it OK to turn off “Rocky’s Theme” now,
Martha?”
Martha answered, “Yes, Dear. He’s gone off to fly.”
Jonathan joined Martha on the porch as a sound reached them from the distance –
the sound of the Smallville water tower exploding from Clark’s impact. Jon
turned to Martha and said, “I sure hope no one recognizes him in that silly
aviator cap I got for him. You know, Martha, sometimes it’s hard to believe
that that kid’s dad was a rocket scientist!”
"Clark and the Not So Little Dutch Girl: Part I"
[Also under the title “Coming To America”]
The Kents had gone away for a week to visit relatives while Clark was off
school. Clark decided to stay home alone. He was going to call Pete and tell
him that he didn't need to come over and do the chores like they had agreed.
Instead, Clark thought he might go out on his own for a few days. He had found
that if he ran very fast, he could run across the water. To test his limits he
ran East and found himself on the Atlantic Ocean before he knew it. He realised
that if he stopped to turn around he would sink so he kept on running. Before
he knew it he was in Holland. He was un-nerved by the experience and found a
little cafe that accepted US currency and sat to have a coffee before making a
return trip. While sitting there, a crowd gathered to watch a parade of
students pass by in historic costumes. When the parade was over, some of the
participants came to the cafe for refreshments. One young woman was being
beseiged by requests from young men to share a table with them. They wouldn't
take no for an answer. Clark stood and told them to leave the girl alone.
Hearing him speak English like an American, the woman was intriqued and asked
to sit with Clark so she could practice her skills in conversational English
with an American -- an attractive young American. Clark was mezmerized by this
young beauty and was tongue tied as they spoke. Soon the woman, who had
identified herself as Sylvia Fenn, was planning footsie with Clark under the
table. Startled, Clark asked, "What was that?" Sylvia replied,
"Wooden shoe." Clark answered, "Yes." Sylvia said,
"Yes, What?" Clark said, "What did you ask me?" She
answered, "I asked nothing. I said "Wood den shooooe." " Clark said, "OH! I thought you said "Wouldn't you." !" Sylvia asked,
"Wouldn't you what?" Clark said, "I don't know what."
Sylvia smiled and said, "Yet you answered "yes" ???" Clark blushed. Sylvia continued, "Hmmmm. What should I ask of you since you have
answered me yes already? Hmmmm. You will meet me tomorrow at one in the
afternoon at the edge of the forest over there. See? And we will talk some
more. You don't need to agree since you already did. Will you know me without
my wooden shoes? I will be wearing Nieke's and jogging clothes." Clark said, "See you tomorrow then!" Clark watched her as he left thinking what
he would tell what's her name. The long dark-haired one that ran the coffee
shop. He realized he didn't care. He checked around for a farm that would let
him do some chores for a place to sleep. He actually found enough work to buy
himself some new clothes for his date the next day.
After what seemed like an eternity, Clark took a seat at the edge of the forest
at noon to await Sylvia. Impatient he began to scan throught the trees with his
remarkable vision. There he saw Sylvia running at break neck speed through the
forest. He didn't wait to see who or what was chasing her, he jumped up and ran
into the forest knocking over trees in his haste to reach her. When he got to
her he grabbed her and embraced her. He looked her in the eyes and said,
"Don't worry, I'll protect you!" "From what?" she asked. Clark answered, "From whatever is chasing you." Sylvia tried to get her breath so
she could laugh, "I'm practicing to get my best time for my forest run,
you dope!" A confused Clark asked, "What is a forrest run?"
Sylvia answered, "Children learn to run real fast through the forest. Our
parents say it is really important." Clark asked, "Why is it
important?" Sylvia was surprised by the question, "You mean when your
parents tell you to do something in America, you can ask why? I do what my
parents tell me to!" Clark asked, "Even if it's stupid?" Sylvia
answered, "I never thought about it. Well Mr. Kent, you messed up our
first date, so we must do it over. Tomorrow, you wait for me at the edge of the
forest! One in the afternoon. We will speak no more today." Sylvia turned
and ran back out of the forrest from the way she had come.
The next day, Sylvia was doing stretching exercises at the edge of the forest
preparing for her run. She was rubbing the scratches on her arms and legs
thinking about the injuries the forest runs had caused. She thought that if Clark saw her, she didn't want him to see scratches. She thought about his words. Why
should she run through the forest? Was just being told to do it since childhood
good enough reason. She began her run through the forest but he pace slowed
until she was at a slow walk. She decided to enjoy the forest, to take in the
sights and to start being a little independant of her parents harsh rules. She
wanted to run just to be with Clark and to have him embrace her once more, but
she had to walk to express her new found freedom. As she walked, she started
hearing little noises. She stopped and turned to see no one and nothing. She
decided she was just scaring herself. She must not give in to her fear. That
was what it was. She was afraid of her freedom. The noises were just in her
imagination. So she began to walk again but she tripped. As she fell she could
see that the laces of her shoes were tied together. She landed hard. She
started to push herself up and looked forward only to see the learing face of a
chubby little man sharing her straight in the eyes. He couldn't have been more
than a half meter tall. He continued to smile as he said to her in an evil,
menacing voice, "Hi, Ho!" As she let out an ear-shattering scream that
echoed and re-echoed throught the forest, she felt little hands all around her
binding her hands and feet. She felt herself passing out as the gag went around
her mouth.
At first, Clark thought that Sylvia must be testing him, but then he raced into
the forrest. He hestitated when he saw something he refused to believe. Sylvia
was being bourne off on the shoulders of perhaps a dozen little men. The were
heading towards a small opening (about 3 feet high and 5 feet wide) under the
base of a huge tree. He got there just as they all disappeared into the hole.
He would have to crawl to follow them, but when he got on his knees and looked
into the hole, he saw that the hole went no where. The little people had
disappeared and Sylvia had disappeared with them. Clark didn't know what to do.
End of Part I.
Here's the problem. I usually don't write a story down without knowing how it
ends. I have no idea how this one ends. Maybe there is no Part II. Maybe this
is where the moral of the story comes in "Honor thy Father and
Mother." I don't know. Maybe DutchSylviaFenn is the Queen of the
underworld rhelm of the little people now. Her parents really should have told
her why children run through the forest, but maybe she wouldn't have believed
them. I can only hope that DutchSylviaFenn indeed escaped and can come in
tomorrow and tell us how she escaped and if Clark helped.
"Clark and the Not So Little Dutch Girl, Part II"
While Sylvia was stretching her long legs and preparing for her ill-fated run,
a shimmering opening appeared in an unassuming little flat in Dorset, Great Britain. Through that opening stepped a man holding a camcorder. As the opening closed behind
him, Paul Hedger popped a video tape out of the recorder, but it in a box,
adhered a label “Waterloo Battle” to the box and added it to his history
section on his shelf of videotapes. As he collected his mail, he felt a little
dizzy. Something was not right with his world. He looked at his feet but
instead saw a pair of Nike sneakers with their laces tied together. Then he saw
the image of a leering face. “Sylvia!” he shouted. “Dang trolls, wish they’d
keep to their own kind.” He turned and said, “Open. Holland.” Another portal
opened. He stepped through and then back into the flat. He ran to his bedroom,
threw on a different shirt, ran to the bathroom, checked his look, swished some
mouthwash around in his mouth, spat it out, returned to the portal and left.
Clark was leaning into the mouth of the hole beneath the tree staring with his
x-ray vision into nothing but dirt and tree roots. He was startled by a tap on
the shoulder. Paul told Clark, “Stand aside.” Clark moved back and Paul said
“Polarity.” Almost immediately the dozen trolls with their precious package
marched out of the hole. They were disoriented on how they had ended up where
they had started. They dropped the sleeping beauty Sylvia the short distance to
the ground. Paul said, “I could use some help.” Clark rushed forward and a
troll through him 50 yards into a tree. Paul turned to Clark and said, “Stay
out of this. Didn’t you read your manual? This is magical stuff. Your ‘skills’
are useless here.” Clark protested, “You said you needed help!” “I do, “ said
Paul, “but God helps those who help themselves. Split!” With that, Paul stepped
out of himself. The two Pauls approached the trolls. Paul turned to Paul and
asked, “Care for a round of football?” The other Paul nodded in agreement and
promptly kicked a troll back into the hole where it came from. The other Paul
kicked a troll into a tree. It rebounded where upon he head butted it into the
hole. In short order all the trolls had disappeared back into the hole. In
unison, the Pauls said, “Cap it. Rejoin.” The hole closed up and the two Pauls
became one. Clark walked up to Paul and asked, “Who are you, Harry Potter?” A
disgusted Paul said, “I’ll regret that night I spent at the pub getting drunk
with Ms. Rawlings the rest of my life.” Clark heard Sylvia stir and knelt at
her side. Sylvia stared lovingly at Clark and said, “Clark, you’ve saved my
life!” Clark looked her over and said, “Are you OK, Wooden Shoe?” Sylvia looked
at him smiling and said, “Yes, I’m fine and, yes, Clark, ... I would.” Clark smiled broadly, lifted Sylvia and walked down the forest path towards the place where
Sylvia and him had planned to meet that day. Paul looked at his hands and said
to himself, “I didn’t say “invisible” did I?”
The End
[For More, See “Coming to America]
"City of Ants"
Lionel felt like a kid at Christmas. The truck had delivered the artifact to the
loading dock a half hour ago and now it was on the freight elevator and on its
way up to his office so he could be the first to personally examine it. He knew
that the cave would give up its secrets if he was patient enough. Things often
appeared and disappeared in the caves. This time he took no chance when the
artifact was discovered. He had it delivered to him at once. Soon the doors
opened and the artifact was rolled in. Lionel rubbed his hands together in
anticipation. It was six feet in diameter and eight feet tall. The nine inch
diameter stopper that was lying next to the bottle in the cave was put into the
neck of the bottle for transport. Lionel ran his hand along the surface of the
smooth, thick glass and said, "Like nothing I have seen before -- like
nothing else on Earth." His hands found a rough section in the glass and
found that the bottle had a name etched into it. He read the word
"KANDOR" and trembled with excitement. He tried looking through the
glass but the bottle had gotten cold during transport which caused a thin layer
of condensation to form on the inside surface He could barely make out the city
that he had been told was inside. He could see that the bottom 2 feet of the
jar was filled with dirt. Lionel had an -assistant fetch a small step ladder
from his library. He quickly climbed the step ladder, removed the stopper and
peered in. The city looked futuristic and there were small specks moving about
on the streets. "Dear God! They are no bigger than ants -- very small ants
at that!" His -assistant helped him down and reminded him that the
luncheon business conference in the room next door was ready to begin as soon
as he got there. Lionel could have made them wait if he chose, but he figured
he might as well have lunch and do some business to take his mind off the
bottle while the open bottle got acclimated to the room so the condensation
would clear. He locked the doors to his office behind him so he would get the
first good look of the bottle city.
Clark excitedly led Pete through the cave. "Wait until you see it, Pete.
It's been killing me not showing this to you but I wanted to wait until the
time was right. It's in the next chamber, the one we slept in that one
night." Clark entered the large portion of the cave and found nothing there.
"It's gone! Someone must of stolen it but who could have moved it other
than me? What am I going to do now?"
"What was it?" asked Pete.
"It was awesome. It was brilliant. That's what it was. You remember what
your Mom let me have six months ago?"
Pete said, "Yeah. Boy was my Dad mad. My mother wanted him to get rid of
that for years so she could park in the garage. But that thing was custom made
for my great grandfather for the creamed corn plant. I don't know what they
were used for, but forty of them were made by Kandor -- the Kansas Door and
Glass Company, and that's the only one that I know of that survived. That
company went out of business before my Dad was born. What the heck did you want
with that thing? Are you keeping change in it or something?"
Clark answered, "Better than that. I got the idea when you showed me the
stuff your Uncle Bruce makes as a hobby. I decided I was going to make
something cool for this year's Science Fair."
An excited Pete said, "Wow! You're making a ship in a bottle?"
Clark answered, "Better than that, I built a miniature city in the
bottle. I spent all my free time for six months building it. And I work fast
and can make really tiny stuff. I made stuff out of metal and welded it up with
my heat vision. I really was able to hone my skills. "
Pete's jaw dropped and then he said, "Cool man! I can't wait to see
it." He saw the look on Clark's face and said, "Oh, man! That's what
was stolen? You kept it here? Why would you do that?"
Clark said, "I was only going to leave it here a day or two. It was for
the Science Fair, Pete. As cool as a city in a bottle is, that wouldn't make it
science fair material. Remember when we slept here."
Pete answered, "Like I could forget. You have that tough hide, but those
tiny ant thingies bit me up bad. I scratched for weeks. They smelled our food
and they came from everywhere. Even you couldn't shake them off until all the
food was gone -- and even then, they wanted me for desert."
Clark said, "What can I say, Pete. You're a really sweet guy."
Pete snickered and said, "Very creative of you to throw me into that lake
a mile away."
Clark said, "You're welcome, Pete. Anyway, I put bread crumbs in the
bottle and left it here overnight to get the ants to go inside. There has never
been an ant farm like that before. I would have won the science fair for sure
and might have even got in the Guiness Book. But now someone stole it!"
Pete said, "I'm sorry, Pal. I wish I could have seen it. But don't worry.
You're one guy that can get into the Guinness Book any time you want to."
Now, does anybody need to have me tell them what happened at the luncheon? Just
let me say that there are some corporate ant-tics at Luthor Corp?
Now here's a song as the credits roll:
ANT-tick-ipation,
ANT tick ip pay ay shun
Is making them scratch.
Is keepin' them scra-aa-aa-ching.
[I'm thinking of writing a sequel to "City of Ants." The working title is "Antigone."]
“What Am I Here For?”
Clark Kent was ushered into the Oval Office. He had been summoned by the
President of the United States – Lex Luthor. Clark was able to tolerate the
pain caused by President Luthor’s kryptonite ring just long enough to give him
a quick handshake.
Clark asked, “What am I here for, Mr. President?”
Lex said, “Not that old friends need a reason to get together, but I have
called you here today because I need your help. I know that you have never
sided with me politically, but I hope to put that all in the past as of today.
First, I have something for you.” Lex motioned for his personal –assistant to
approach Clark. “Clark, my –assistant will present you with a presidential
medal to honor you for good citizenship.” The -assistant stepped forward and
placed a gold medallion in Clark’s hand. Lex continued, “Ted, please leave us
alone now.” Lex’s –assistant left the office. Immediately the intercom buzzed.
Lex spoke into the intercom, “I told you that I didn’t want to be interrupted.
What is it that is so important that it can’t wait until I’ve finished a chat
with an old friend?”
The man on the intercom said, “It is a serious situation, Sir. But it’s nothing
that can’t be handled an hour or two from now.”
Lex said, “Well, this won’t take long, but don’t interrupt me until I’m
finished with Mr. Kent.”
Clark said, “You told me you need me to help you?”
Lex said, “Yes. Old friend, I need you to do something for me to make my life
much easier.”
Clark asked, “And that would be?”
Lex pulled a revolver from the drawer of his desk and said, “I’d like you to
die, Superman!” He fired a single shot. Clark was dead before he hit the
carpet. Lex pulled a second gun made of high-tech plastic resins from his desk
then put that gun in Clark’s hand. He called security and said that Clark had attempted to –assassinate him. Within minutes, security had hauled Clark’s body out of the Oval Office. The intercom buzzed. Lex answered, “What is it?”
The voice on the intercom said, “I know this is a bad time, but we need to
discuss that matter I called you about earlier.”
Lex said, “Go ahead.”
The man said, “Astronomers have verified that a large meteorite is on a
collision course with Earth. It is due to hit within a week. It’s in the
planet-killer class, Sir.”
Lex shouted, “And you considered that a matter that could wait?”
The man said, “It’s strictly routine, Sir. This has happened 6 times in the
last decade. There is a simple protocol for handling the matter.”
Lex asked, “And what is the protocol?”
The man answered, “The President uses the red button to contact Superman and he
takes care of it.”
In Lex’s head he heard Clark’s words, “What am I here for, Mr. President.”
Until that point, he always thought Superman was just there to interfere with
his plans and annoy him. Now he understood what Superman was really there for.
Lex tilted his head back and laughed.
“21”
The day Clark turned 21, he decided to exercise his rights. He went to the
local bar, proudly showed his ID and asked for a beer. The bartender asked what
brand of beer. Clark didn’t know anything about beer so he asked the bartender
what was good. The bartender suggested a local brew called “Killian’s.” Clark agreed. The bartender asked if Clark wanted Killian’s Red or Killian’s Green. Clark said, “Give me one of each.” Clark drank down the Killian’s Red, picked out the
prettiest girl in the place, beat up her boyfriend and whispered something in
the girl’s ear. She nodded “yes” and they started to leave together, but Clark swung by the bar first to have his second beer. He downed the Killian’s Green with
one gulp. His face turned green and he slumped over the bar. The bartender
said, “Some guys just can’t handle alcohol.”
Moral of the story: If you're from Krypton or just feeling a little freaky,
choose Red instead!
“Secrets and Lies”
Clark had noticed occasional, unannounced visitors to the farm armed with
cameras equipped with telephoto lenses. He decided that it was time to put a
little extra effort into protecting his secret – in fact it was very much
over-due. At night after doing his homework and chores, Clark began
constructing a tunnel connecting the basement of the Kent farmhouse to the
woods nearby. He made a connecting tunnel to the barn and a 2nd exit in the
unlikely event that someone has near one of the exits when he needed to use it.
In the middle of the night, Clark visited an abandoned quarry that was flooded
and cut stone from below the water line so no one would notice that stone was
being removed from the site. He lined his tunnel system with stone and built
rooms off the tunnel as a hiding place for anything that might give a clue to
his origin or his powers. After a few weeks without sleep, Clark’s mind cried
out for some REM sleep. He told his Mother that he was heading out to his loft
for an afternoon nap. He was asleep within moments of lying down.
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As he slept, Clark dreamed of Lana. In his dream, she asked him, “Why the
secrets and lies? Why couldn’t you tell me the truth? I could handle it.”
Clark told her, “I have enemies who might harm you to discover my secret.”
Lana said, “Do you think that my not knowing would stop them from hurting me?
That day when I killed that man in your barn – he would have killed me whether
or not I knew. I would be in just as much danger if people thought I knew or if
I wandered in when I shouldn’t because I didn’t know what you are capable of.”
Clark said, “Well, what you don’t know can’t hurt you.”
Lana laughed, “So if I stand in the road and I don’t know a truck is coming, it
won’t hurt me?”
Clark said, “Well, I know it wouldn’t hurt me.”
Lana asked, “Well, would this hurt?” Lana began tickling Clark all over. It
felt so strange. Her fingers were touching him lightly everywhere as if she had
a thousand fingers. It felt strange and hot and somehow familiar. He started
laughing in his sleep.
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Lana pounded on the kitchen door of the Kent farmhouse. Martha came to the door
and said, “Lana. What’s wrong dear? You look upset.”
Lana screamed, “CLARK! WHERE IS CLARK?!”
Martha answered, “You need his help? He said he was going out to take a nap in
his loft.”
Lana screamed, “NO!” She ran off the porch. Martha stepped out. He eyes
followed Lana as she headed for the barn. When Martha looked beyond Lana, she
saw that the barn was fully engulfed in flame … and she saw Lana continue to
run as fast as her legs would carry her until she disappeared into the flames.
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In his dream Clark felt Lana continue to tickle him. He said, “This feels like
… this feels like … Oh! The time I was thrown into a blast furnace!” As she
continued to tickle him, she was also pulling on his arm and screaming his
name. He said, “Lana, stop fooling around.” Then he opened his eyes and went
from a dream and into a nightmare. Above him was a figure in flame frantically
pulling on his arm and screaming his name. Lana was on fire. In an instant, he
knew where he was and what was happening. In a split second, he had her
outside. He put her on the lawn and blew out the flames. He bent over Lana and
she asked him, “Clark, are you all right?”
Clark forced a smile and choked out, “Lana, I’m fine … thanks to you?”
Lana’s white teeth showed though her blackened face as she smiled weakly and
said, “I’m so glad that you’re OK!” Then Lana passed out.
As the ambulance took her away, Clark hung his head and said, “Secrets and lies
… secrets and lies.”
"Pole Got Your Tongue?"
Pete Ross tapped on the back door of the Kent farm house. Martha came to the door and looked out at little Pete all wrapped up in his winter coat and mittens. He asked, "Clark's Mom Mrs. Kent, can I have a glass of water please?"
Martha asked, "Wouldn't you rather have a hot cup of -cocoa?"
Pete said "OH, YEAH!" He came inside and Martha made him cup after cup of -cocoa. The boy seemed to have a hollow leg. When Martha thought he would never stop wanting more, he again asked, "Clark's Mom Mrs. Kent, can I have a glass of water please?"
Martha asked, "You mean you're still thirsty?"
Pete said, "No."
Martha asked, "So why do you need the water."
Pete said, "That's what my Mom uses to unstuck me."
Martha said, "You need something unstuck?"
Pete said, "NO! I'll never fall for that again!"
Martha asked, "Fall for what?"
Pete said, "For putting my tongue on a really cold flag pole!"
Martha said, "So why do you need unstuck?"
Pete said, "I don't! Clark does! I doubled dared him!"
Martha looked out the door. There stood an impatient Clark at the door with what was left of their flag pole hanging from his tongue.
“The Question”
Clark sat on a rock over looking the quarry. He wondered how a simple question
could have triggered such a reaction in him.
His co-workers were filing out of the Dailey Planet building. One of them
asked, “Hey, Clark, do you golf? A bunch of us are headed out to the golf course.
Do you want to come along?”
Clark had answered, “Thanks but I still have some things to get done tonight.”
The man had said, “So what is it that you like to do Clark? What do you do for
fun?”
Clark had opened his mouth to answer the man but, despite being powerful
enough to move planets out of their orbits, he couldn’t answer this simple
question. He realized that he had long ago given up even trying to think about
what he might want -- because he never gave what he might want priority over
someone else's need -- and the world was populated with people in need. The
thought had lingered in his head that evening as he rushed around the world
preventing one minor disaster after another. He had landed at the quarry when
the cries for help were coming at him from all directions. Feeling it necessary
to go in every direction at once, he stood frozen unable to move at all until
he slumped down and sat on a rock. He heard the voices calling and crying, but
he was so full of everybody else’s needs and demands that he felt powerless for
the first time in memory. He told himself, “Maybe I can help some of them.
Helping some would be better than helping none of them. But how do I choose who
I help and who I don’t?” He sat there pleading with himself to get up – to get
off the rock and do something, but he he somehow couldn't make himself get up.
He became disoriented. He asked himself, “Where can I go? Do I have a home? Is
there a sanctuary for me?” He said out loud, “I have to go!” But he didn’t.
Then he shouted, “Mom, Dad! Please help me. I don’t know what’s wrong. I need
you here to tell me what to do.” He was aware of the absolute silence of the
quarry yet still aware of the mumbling of pleading voices around the world. His
senses couldn’t shut them out. He wanted the voices of the world to stop for a
while, but he didn’t want silence either. He wanted a voice to answer his
questions and fill his needs. Oh yes, he had needs too. He had forgotten and
ignored them, but they ate at him now. And he was struck dumb when he tried to
put a name on them. He mumbled, “Mom?” He whispered, “Dad?” Then he shouted,
“GOD, oh merciful Father in Heaven, help me now! What is wrong with me?” The
mighty man fell to his knees and cried and his sobs echoed and re-echoed
through the quarry. He began praying and continued until he slept. In his
dreams, he shot hoops with Pete, fished with his Dad and ate his Mother’s apple
pie. In the morning, he woke and walked until he was ready to fly again. Then
he toured the world to see what price tag the world had paid for his neglect
and self-pity. Finally, he found his way back to the Daily Planet and sat at
his desk. Clark saw the man from the day before walk by and asked, “How did it
go last night?”
The man answered, “It was beautiful. We had a great evening. I hope you’ll join
us next time.”
Clark forced a grin and said, “Maybe I will. Maybe I will.”
“I’ll Do It”
The studio chief of Warner Brothers waited impatiently as Tom made his way to
the desk. He took one look at his watch every time Tom took a step. Finally,
Tom sat in the chair that he was directed to. The Chief asked him, “How can I
help you today?”
Tom answered, “No, it is me that is here to help you! I finally have come
around and am no longer scared to be stereotyped in the role, so I’ll do it!”
The Chief asked, “Do what?”
Tom said, “You haven’t cast the part of Superman yet, have you?”
The chief said, “We have some possibilities for the role, but nothing definite
yet. Why, do you have someone in mind?”
Tom answered, “Me of course. People begged me and begged me to do it so I’m
finally giving in. I’ll do it! Get the contracts drawn up and I’ll sign!”
The Chief said, “I don’t think you’re the right age for the part.”
Tom said, “Make-up is a wonderful tool. I can look any age you want me to.”
The Chief asked, “Exactly how old are you Mr. Welling?”
Tom answered, “86 next Friday.”
"One Hand Won Doesn't Win The Day"
Jonathan was standing on the back porch of his house when he saw a raven haired female walk out of the barn in baggy blue jeans and an equally baggy flannel shirt. Around her waste, a golden rope served to gather the shirt and hold the pants up. The woman disappeared around the barn and soon appeared flying over the barn in a seated position with her hands in front of her. Then Jon saw a familiar streak rushing towards the house and quickly stepped in front of the door to block Clark's access. Clark came to a sudden halt in front of him. He was wearing nothing but a red pair of underwear and a golden tiara. Jon said, "Clark, I'm disappointed in you! How many times have I warned you not to play poker with that girl from Paradise Island?!"