Contributor: Scott Harmon

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The business meeting was going great. Everyone along the shiny black table had gotten along and it looked as though we were all going to be billionaires. There was one man however that hadn’t said a word. He was the new guy. I hired him out of a Burger King because I thought he was brilliant. Call it one of those hunch things. In his short career he had said very little. He seemed to always have a steely intensity in his eyes. I was having some doubts about him.
Anyways, Mr. Johnson had just made a side splitting joke. We were all in riotous laughter. After it died down, there was a moment of silence.
That’s when it happened. The new guy spoke. He raised his hand shyly and said “Uh I know this doesn’t have much to do with the meeting, but I was thinking we should start a new Mexican restaurant chain called The Aburrido Burrito.” Everyone kind of stared at him blankly, confused. He quickly elaborated and said “You see, aburrido in Spanish means boring.”
Vice President Haskins was clearly annoyed and sputtered, “Wait, why would anyone want to go to the boring burrito?!”
The new guy sat perplexed for a moment or two admitting to himself that he never thought of this. He finally answered, “Because it sounds cool?”
Now I was angry. I really let him have it. I said “Look man, we don’t hire fools like you to come up with crap like this!” I was fuming. I let myself burn for a few seconds, then I erupted. “I should have let you die at that Burger King! Your idea, it’s worthless! Take your junk and hit the road!” And that was that.
I expected him to be offended and storm out. Instead he let out an evil cackle that lasted so long it gave everyone the chills. He finally spoke maniacally. “You fools! You’re all fools! You think I’m stupid. Well guess what?! I’ve done all the secret paper work. When your backs were turned! I own this company! The Aburrido Burrito will be the ultimate empire!” He let out another cackle.
We all thought he had lost his marbles until the armed guards barged in and carried us away. I had no idea where they were taking us until I saw a giant door with a sign saying “The Aburrido Burrito Training Camp.” I knew I was in biiiig trouble. . .


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I'm 31 and I have been actively writing since 2005. I started out doing micro fiction(although not realizing it until later) and poetry. I progressed into longer short stories. I spend most of my time writing screenplays or comic books. I have a feature length written and other shorts, but right now I am outside of the actual business.

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Author: Scott Harmon

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It was then and there. We waited, as if perched on a cliff. Our entire existence was on the line. Then we heard it. A sound... To most beings it was barely a hiss of nothing. But to us, it was the most beautiful thing we'd ever heard. Our bodies of cement, brick, wood and shingles began to swirl. Our substance and tangibility started to sift like sand. No longer were we to be chained down to our cement foundations. It was over.
Before all this, we watched day after day as our free floating neighbors went off to explore the world. Always returning some day to spout their adventurous tales. We had grown angry....restless. It was useless to complain. Everyone told us it was impossible. How could a house roam the planet like a bird or a speck of dirt? It was not reasonable. Of course we knew that. As a house, there is nothing else to do than think. Finally we came to a realization that the modern world was too logical. Most of the houses today had been built into a scientific age. We all watched little boys and girls grow up in our bodies. Small children who at a young age were full of fanciful, impossible ideas. Then, as they grew up, the notions slowly get squeezed out of them, like someone wringing out a wet rag. Those whimsical ideas filed away as fiction.
Silently, we challenged these beliefs. We were tired of being put in our place. I think most beings underestimate our intelligence. When our frustration was at its highest, we held a global mind communion. We decided that if we could create a psychokinetic signal with enough force to travel to the other side of the galaxy, perhaps we could reach a civilization not based on science. Someone with the power to set us free.
And thus the story is told. As I said before, our man made structures began to swirl. The wind rushes through and around my body, scattering it like dust. The tiny sound that emanated from across the cosmos set us free. We're leaving now, our first destination will be that spot in the galaxy to thank our liberators. We feel no remorse about leaving our inhabitants behind. We are free, and nothing will stop us now. I feel so happy. The future is bright. Farewell Earth, at least for now. Signed,

       The Houses


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I'm 31 and I have been actively writing since 2005. I started out doing micro fiction(although not realizing it until later) and poetry. I progressed into longer short stories. I spend most of my time writing screenplays or comic books. I have a feature length written and other shorts, but right now I am outside of the actual business.

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