Google Fiction! Searches Incorporated Into Brief and Awesome Tales! Part Four.The carnival was alive with neon and moving trash. Inside her trailer, The Freak checked her Timex and sighed. Time for the show. She waddled out to the curtained platform and got ready. The announcer was loud behind the curtain, and every hoot and holler reference to her freakishness left her a little more deflated than before. Finally a mooning crowd was gathered, and the curtains parted. Stunned silence. Then anticipatory silence. Then angry silence.
“She doesn’t
do anything! Can’t you make her
do something?”
“That looks like scotch tape! Scotch tape and candy wrappers!”
“I thought you said she was ‘dangerous’ and ‘pointy’! She doesn’t look ‘pointy’ to me! She looks…
not pointy!”
The Freak slowly flipped the pages of her Desert Living magazine, listening to the announcer try to backtrack. “Now, I said she was ‘point
ish’. See? That part right there? That’s pointish!”
“THAT’S ROUND!” someone yelled. “I bet she doesn’t even have any venom!”
“
Scorpion women suck dick!” someone else yelled, throwing down his ticket. The Freak looked over her magazine with narrowed eyes.
"If I weren't so not pointy," she thought, "I would totally sting that guy."
