08-19-2020, 07:33 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-19-2020, 07:33 PM by Ridiculous.)
ridiculous
Do I make you laugh?
He was at it again, trying to control his gift. He shifted backwards, he shifted forwards, but he could never seem to shift to exactly where he wanted to be. Sometimes he stood moments before the time he wanted to, sometimes he stood hours away from the time he wanted. And time never seemed to stand still for him, even though he tried.
He stood in the Meadow, practicing his gift of time manipulation, not caring who is around him or watching. Well, that’s not true. There were several moments where someone appeared very near to where he was practicing, and every time he screwed up, he could feel his embarrassment growing, and if he were not already a shade of red, perhaps his face would have shown his mortification.
It was during a shift back in time that it happened. He was aiming for the moment when everyone’s backs had been turned, three times prior, about half an hour later than when he stood now. He shifted only an hour and a half off, further forward in time than he had previously been. With a pop, he landed in the future, right on top of the small filly. He scrambles to move his large, gangly figure off of her, both startled and deeply ashamed. This time, perhaps his face did reflect the embarrassment he felt at having landed physically on top of someone.
He scrambles a matter of feet away, stammering out apology after apology. "I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Oh gods, I’m sorry. Sorry, sorry, I’m so sorry!" He hangs his head and casts a wary glance over at the very small figure that he must have practically crushed with his overly large form.
He stood in the Meadow, practicing his gift of time manipulation, not caring who is around him or watching. Well, that’s not true. There were several moments where someone appeared very near to where he was practicing, and every time he screwed up, he could feel his embarrassment growing, and if he were not already a shade of red, perhaps his face would have shown his mortification.
It was during a shift back in time that it happened. He was aiming for the moment when everyone’s backs had been turned, three times prior, about half an hour later than when he stood now. He shifted only an hour and a half off, further forward in time than he had previously been. With a pop, he landed in the future, right on top of the small filly. He scrambles to move his large, gangly figure off of her, both startled and deeply ashamed. This time, perhaps his face did reflect the embarrassment he felt at having landed physically on top of someone.
He scrambles a matter of feet away, stammering out apology after apology. "I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Oh gods, I’m sorry. Sorry, sorry, I’m so sorry!" He hangs his head and casts a wary glance over at the very small figure that he must have practically crushed with his overly large form.
