The Monster Mash (standard:humor, 1003 words)
Author: Reid Laurence	Added: Jul 30 2013	Views/Reads: 2647/1784	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
In an era of great new medical advancement, a doctor has created a whole new race of people...

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“Then...” I began to say. “Exactly what do you think this flag should
look like?” 

“It should have ten colors,” said Peter. “A color for every stitch in
our foreheads. But there's something else,” he went on to say, slowing 
down his speech to emphasize what he was about to tell me. “Something 
else of equal importance.” 

“Yes Peter,” answered Dr. Berland. “Please speak freely.” 

“We don't want to be called 'monsters' anymore. It's very demeaning. We
want to be called; 'surgically enhanced' people. 

“Excellent,” said the doctor. “You've learned so much on your own Peter,
you make me feel like a very proud father. The only thing is, it's 
going to take time now son. Time to make people realize that you're 
another human being, just like so many others. Then maybe one day, the 
world will see who you really are inside, not just for the superficial 
exterior that makes them fear you.” 

“I want so much to fit in and find my niche in life. But I know, I look
different then they do.” 

“I know Peter, I know.” And with that the monster, or, surgically
enhanced Peter picked up the doctor like a rag doll and began hugging 
him like the huge child of enormous strength and size that he was. But 
was this a new beginning I wondered? Could the world see things in a 
different light. Maybe, I thought. Just maybe. 

After a few years of struggle and a lot of peaceful protest marching had
gone by, the surgically enhanced people had made great strides. They 
went to theaters, restaurants and public libraries without the fear of 
being stared at or discriminated against and best of all, Peter found 
himself married to a very cute non-reanimated girl and in a few years 
time, brought forth the child Peter had always wanted. It was very 
touching meeting this child in particular, because the parents were so 
proud of their new baby boy. “Look,” said the mother, holding him up 
for me to see. “He has his fathers stitches,” and the world had 
suddenly become a whole lot better place to live in.


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