First things first, yes, this is another post related to this one I recently posted.
This story I wrote a few days ago is quite peculiar because the character that I randomly chose from the box was a very annoying one. And I thought I would give him the end that he deserves, personally. About a year ago, I read the first two books of the After series (I was going to link a website where you can hear more about this saga, BUT I'm not gonna do it. It simply doesn't deserve it. And no, I don't like this saga, at least the first two books which were about pretty much the same thing.)
I love reading books and, among all the books I've read up to date so far, there are only three books I'll always consider to be "not good enough", "not literature", "a complete disaster", however you wanna call it. I call it rubbish, with no commas in-between.
Look, I am a very tolerable person, specially when it comes to book characters, but there are things I simply cannot tolerate. When something I find completely wrong and, annoyingly, the author paints it as if it were a good thing, in reality, and the problem was that people cannot understand nor see the point of view and the reasons why that person who is doing wrong things actually do them, that is what I hate. Look, it is obvious that all people, bad ones and evil ones (although there is only in-between, there is no "bad" people nor "good" people), do things for a certain reason they have in mind. But what I am discussing and arguing here is not the fact that this annoying character I'm referring to is doing those horrible things for no reason, cause there must be a reason, but the fact that whichever one he is thinking of, it is certainly not a good one. To put it in other words, he is mentally insane and needs some heavy and long-term psychological help. But as I tried to say a few lines above, what drives me crazy is that in the book this character is seen as a poor one who needs to be understood and, to make things worse, it is the female character Tessa, who is being constantly abused by him, that says so and makes the reader believe that, actually, the victim is the one that needs to change because the other simply cannot. This gets me crazy.
At first, when I read the first novel, I thought, wow, I guess teenagers love this book because of how well this story shows how manipulation and abuse looks like from a victim's point of view. But, what did I start finding out? That, actually, girls loved the male's character because they put themselves into Tessa's shoes! What–even–! That guy needs help, girls! Come on, he sh*gged with her because of a bet he did with his other friends. C'mon!
You may have now an idea of what this character signifies to me and specially seeing how girls react to it, as if he was a hero or who knows what.
So here you have the story I created from what I randomly got. Enjoy it yourselves. I advertise you, this story of mine is full of sarcasm it is up to you whether you interpret it literally or sarcastically. Enjoy it! Seriously!
A BEE WITH NO STINGER
Character: Hardyn (After series)
Element: alien
Element: bee
Element: light -> idea
He was...
...a good guy.
...a very good guy.
He was, in fact, perfect. That's what he always thought. He had a perfect life and he could not be disgraceful for that. Everybody loved him.
At least, that's what he thought. He was the only one who thought of him and who would describe him as such. There was this day when, apparently, everything turned its logical appearance. He didn't understand it why. Luckily, he never will. No. Not after what happened. Not after what we did. What I did.
That what was that? Oh, well, I guess you'll just have to wait until I let you know what, how and even why I met this – human, I guess.
Hardyn. Hard-In. Garden, in Spanish. Himself. He was playing with a girl named Tessa, literally and metaphorically speaking, something he would do. To make things clear, he loved her as much or even less than I love him. Ew, I don't think I've ever mentioned 'love' and 'Hardyn' in a single sentence.
Before you start forming an opinion of my character, let me tell you I've got all the good reasons to think ill of him. I do. Quite frankly, how am I supposed to be bothered about it if you don't even know my name yet?
Humanalien. That's what they call me. I am not a hybrid thingy, at least not anymore. I'm in charge of finding out all the alive rubbish inhabiting this planet that are, for many centuries now, materially humanised (or hidden in a body, in most cases). Now, Hardyn was one of them – slightly different.
I was lurking in the space, as usual. What happened was I didn't have to get closer from where I was, although it was miles and light years away from there. It was very noticeable the tiny walking petrol moving in the Earth. Hardyn.
I got closer, because I knew that what I had seen would go down in history. I got advantage of my endless energy within my arms and got closer and closer. And then there he was, abusing the girl I later on came to know as Tessa. I didn't have to think much to know what I would do, and I did.
Once he was killed, bodily speaking, I transformed him from a 'he' into an 'it', a bee. Not a common one, though, for he was not a common guy, in the bad sense. Because he was used to bite people so frequently, I didn't think he would bee in need of a physical stinger. He owned one already in his tiny little brain (which was, by the way, the only part of his body that wasn't transformed; it was so small, there was no need to). I totally respected that and that's why I did what I did.
Before you start forming an opinion of my character, let me tell you I've got all the good reasons to think ill of him. I do. Quite frankly, how am I supposed to be bothered about it if you don't even know my name yet?
Humanalien. That's what they call me. I am not a hybrid thingy, at least not anymore. I'm in charge of finding out all the alive rubbish inhabiting this planet that are, for many centuries now, materially humanised (or hidden in a body, in most cases). Now, Hardyn was one of them – slightly different.
I was lurking in the space, as usual. What happened was I didn't have to get closer from where I was, although it was miles and light years away from there. It was very noticeable the tiny walking petrol moving in the Earth. Hardyn.
I got closer, because I knew that what I had seen would go down in history. I got advantage of my endless energy within my arms and got closer and closer. And then there he was, abusing the girl I later on came to know as Tessa. I didn't have to think much to know what I would do, and I did.
Once he was killed, bodily speaking, I transformed him from a 'he' into an 'it', a bee. Not a common one, though, for he was not a common guy, in the bad sense. Because he was used to bite people so frequently, I didn't think he would bee in need of a physical stinger. He owned one already in his tiny little brain (which was, by the way, the only part of his body that wasn't transformed; it was so small, there was no need to). I totally respected that and that's why I did what I did.
Don't think ill of me, now. He's allowed to go and find food to feed himself. You see, he's perfect now (or should I say it?). There's something I did for him (it) as well: whenever he tries to approach a flower, he'll feel as if someone or something bits him. I know how considered of me it is to do so. You're welcome.
It is now time for you to burn this information from your brain and never ever let anyone read about this non-existence 'Hardyn', but about a bee with no stinger.
I hope you liked this story. I enjoyed writing it! It's short, but as short as this character deserves. ;)
Bye xxx
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