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FS Good Ole Igor

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    September 6, 2014 6:18 PM EDT
    His parents named him Igor. Maybe it was his name that made him so insanely weird. It could have been the constant teasing throughout his childhood.

    "Hey Igor, where's Frankenstein?"

    "Igor, did your mommy let you up from the basement?"

    Whatever it was, this dude had a patent for weird. His hair quite possibly was some piece of modern artwork piled atop his ample head. It waved, and stuck up in every direction. The top of his head was sort of like a melon, round and full - quite a bit larger than the rest of his head. This, coupled with the wild way in which he would study a person, added to his air of weirdness.

    He never matched his clothes. Not for color nor to the weather. He would wear a blue wool sweater, purple shorts and orange galoshes on a hot summer day. At least he was clean though and his teeth brushed though most wondered how he could brush such crooked teeth without mangling said toothbrush. He also smelled nice, yesiree he did. Why every day he would put on some Chanel #5 or perhaps some Charlie perfume, whatever he could find in the women's section as he never wore men's cologne.

    Now, it just so happened that Igor liked to experiment. He had a great lab set up in, of all places, his basement. On a stormy Friday evening, which just so happened to be on the 13th day of July, he decided to conduct a grand experiment. Though the lights were flickering on and off, he paid no attention as he was lost in his project. Just as he was about to mix some chemicals, a loud CRACK resounded through the house followed by a huge BOOM of thunder, wind and rain. This precipitated a loss of power in his area, which of course, would not stop him from continuing by candle light...
    • 10 posts
    November 17, 2015 5:37 PM EST

    Donna Arsenault Bryant said:


    His parents named him Igor. Maybe it was his name that made him so insanely weird. It could have been the constant teasing throughout his childhood.

    "Hey Igor, where's Frankenstein?"

    "Igor, did your mommy let you up from the basement?"

    Whatever it was, this dude had a patent for weird. His hair quite possibly was some piece of modern artwork piled atop his ample head. It waved, and stuck up in every direction. The top of his head was sort of like a melon, round and full - quite a bit larger than the rest of his head. This, coupled with the wild way in which he would study a person, added to his air of weirdness.

    He never matched his clothes. Not for color nor to the weather. He would wear a blue wool sweater, purple shorts and orange galoshes on a hot summer day. At least he was clean though and his teeth brushed though most wondered how he could brush such crooked teeth without mangling said toothbrush. He also smelled nice, yesiree he did. Why every day he would put on some Chanel #5 or perhaps some Charlie perfume, whatever he could find in the women's section as he never wore men's cologne.

    Now, it just so happened that Igor liked to experiment. He had a great lab set up in, of all places, his basement. On a stormy Friday evening, which just so happened to be on the 13th day of July, he decided to conduct a grand experiment. Though the lights were flickering on and off, he paid no attention as he was lost in his project. Just as he was about to mix some chemicals, a loud CRACK resounded through the house followed by a huge BOOM of thunder, wind and rain. This precipitated a loss of power in his area, which of course, would not stop him from continuing by candle light...


    which flickered through his hair, making it appear to be dancing wildly on his head. He mixed the chemicals and held them closer to the candlelight to see the reaction. Unfortunately, he held them too close to it and they started to bubble uncontrollably. Igor ran about, trying to fan the beaker and quell the rising, bubbling liquid. This, however, was exactly the wrong thing to do and the liquid spewed forth from the beaker, coating the room and escaping out the open window.

    A dog that had been hiding under the cover the eaves was the unsuspecting first victim of Igor's experiment. The purplish liquid covered its muzzle. Though it wasn't hot, it did have a rather pungent aroma. The dog wiped at its nose, tried rolling around on the wet ground and ran around in the rain in an attempt to get the stuff off.

    Igor's cat Mixer had been hiding in the basement and was also covered in the purple liquid. As Igor, smelling putrid and looking rather purple, ran to go check on the dog outside, the cat also ran out and followed him, eager to escape the evil basement.

    Igor, dog and cat all collided in the rain as each ran around trying to get the gunk off. However, this particular concoction appeared to be activated by rainwater and further enlivened by the combination of the dog, cat and human collision. As such, the dog started to float in the air, followed by the now hissing and screeching cat and lastly by poor Igor.

    Each floated higher and higher until they stopped at a height just above the telephone poles. It was then that the dog really noticed the cat and try to chase it in mid air. He did a sort of dog paddle and actually moved toward the cat, who did its best to "run" away. Igor, not wanting his cat harmed, flailed his arms in the air and started floating towards the barking dog.

    The trio was last seen floating towards the forest, about 20 miles from Igor's home.
    #writing


    This post was edited by Donna B at January 26, 2018 4:09 PM EST