Hey whoever reads this. This is my first submission. Sort of just wanted to see how a story would be if I were to write one. If there's a positive response I'll make a part 2 or a series or something.
Cheers
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My name is Bill Liner. I have a power most men would kill for, a power that I discovered on my 18th birthday...
The sun was setting as I pieced together the remaining parts of my newly gifted desk; no sooner than had I finished, I heard a knock on my bedroom door.
"You need a hand in there?" the voice of my father yelled out.
"Nah, I'm okay." I shouted back, leaving myself in silence to admire my work.
Contemplating on how to move the fairly large desk into the right position next to the wall, flashes of the great day I had just had rushed through my head. You see, it was my 18th birthday and my entire family had thrown me the traditional BBQ. My newly acquired gift of a new desk, from my parents, had topped the day off for myself.
I began trying to slide the desk, across my rooms white tiles, into its designated spot. With some luck and a lot of swearing, I managed to place it in just right. But in the process of sliding the heavily set desk, I had unknowingly cracked a tile all the way down the middle. I looked at it in horror as thoughts of the hiding I was about to receive entered my mind. I was immediately panicking, debating on whether or not to try and hide the crack or to confess to have broken it. I decided to inspect it, and just as quickly as panic had set in, it left me, in its place nothing but curiosity remained.
Upon pulling the tile out, I noticed dirt underneath it rather than concrete. Completely bewildered as to why this tile had been laid straight onto dirt, I dug at the surface. After 5 minutes of light digging, I arrived at an object. Pulling out the weird object I glared at it. The strange black box looking object was about the size of a glasses case but was made out of a rubber like material. I placed it down on the table I had just built, staring at it, trying to figure out what it was.
My thoughts drifted back to the damaged tile, and what I would do with the foot deep hole I had just dug from the middle of my room. Quickly I shoveled as much of the dirt as I could, back into the hole. After placing the tile back on top, I decided to just try and hide it. With some quick thinking and some rug redecorating, my room was back to normal.
I refocused my thoughts back to the black box. Moving back over to it I noticed there was something different about it, there was a message engraved along with a small button shaped object, had that been there when I picked it up? I don't think it had been. The message read:
'Open at your own risk'
After quite some time questioning whether to try and open the mysterious box, I mean it is a random box I found in the ground, curiosity got the better of me and I pushed the round button and waited for a reaction. But, nothing happened. After about five or six seconds of disappointment, the box began to make a 'hissing' sound and slowly it opened like a clam hiding its secret pearl. However this was no pearl, it appeared to be some kind of remote, with only one button on it. I picked up the remote, feeling the weight and size. It was fairly small, about the size of an iPhone and was also very light, almost like the outer shell of a remote. Also in the black box was a small note that read:
'Dr. Parker please destroy the Prototype F-96 remote immediately, the milk production frequency has unwanted affects on the female brain and in the wrong hands this prototype could become very dangerous. Sincerely Dr. Mathers'
The first thought I had was what the fuck? Milk production and female brain were four words that in everyday life, shouldn't have been used in the same sentence. The next thought was, what on earth is the unwanted side affect that could be so dangerous in the wrong hands?
By now the sun had gone down, and after a long confusing day I decided to get some rest. Dismissing the remote, I tossed it aside and thought of what tomorrow would bring.
The morning came and I decided what I wanted to do with the rest of the day, after a quick breakfast I rushed out the door to visit my best friend Caleb's house. Just as I was leaving I remembered to bring the remote with me to show him and see what he thought of it.
Fortunately for myself, Caleb only lived around the block from me so it was only a short walk to get to his house. But about halfway there I remembered that it was a Saturday and he was probably out playing sport, fuck it, I thought and chose to check and see if he was home anyway.
I briskly walked up the front steps and knocked three times on the door.
"Hello?" I heard a friendly voice sing out.
"Hey, its Bill." I called back.
"Oh hey Bill." Danna, Caleb's mother replied while opening the door. "He isn't home he just left."
Now, I had always had a crush on Danna. She was a beautiful 38 year old, she stood about 5'8", had long brown hair, a nice pair of legs which lead all the way up into a sexy pair of hips. And even this morning, in her casual pajamas, she looked absolutely stunning.
"Oh okay, just tell him..." my thoughts returned to the remote, what better person to test this 'milk producing' remote on, a single, beautiful woman who I have always had a crush on. "...just tell him I stopped by." I said as my hand reached for my pocket where I had the remote, and pressed gently on the round button.
Danna hesitated, her demeanor changing from casual and friendly to slightly confused and lost. She crossed her legs, as if trying to scratch some sort of itch without using her hands.
