Creative Writing: A Love Story

There once was a little boy named Robbie, who had the proclivity to tinker. In school, his teachers were all impressed with how quickly he picked up on complex concepts. He would finish reading all his text books before the class even reached midterms each year. He would open up every machine in the house while his parents were away. sitting on his bed for hours, prying open their television remotes, watches, and flashlights. The tools he used to tinker, cluttered his bookshelves, where his toys should have been. Once he became satisfied with his understanding of electronics, he began searching the house for chemicals. He wanted to do experiments with them. After a few short years of reading and experimenting, Robbie understood almost every …show more content…
The laboratory door creaks open, with just enough time for the man to heave himself up off the floor. The face of his favorite student materializes before him. "Professor Rob!," she exclaims at the sight of his tattered and burnt lab coat. Rob remains silent. He walks toward his machine with a somber expression, and stares at the hunk of melted metal sitting in the bottom. "I learned something last night." He told the girl.

The girl placed her textbooks on a nearby desk and approached the machine, she peered into it. "It looks like it exploded?" she remarked. Professor Rob nodded. "Well what happened? did anything come through?" she questioned eagerly.

The door creaked open once again, and a taller man in an brown suit enters the room. An expression of pure joy reaches his face when his eyes land on the destroyed piece of equipment. "This is what happens when you accept fake science as truth!" He waved a finger at Professor Rob 's work. "They 'll have you fired this time." He threatened before turning to exit. He audibly mumbled, "Disgrace to the institution." on his way …show more content…
"I know the secrets of the universe," he said in a tone just above a whisper. He let his words sink in. His eyes were glowing with triumph, but also fear, and excitement. He grabbed a thick metal pole off of the work bench and pointed it at the machine before turning back to face Milly. "I know the secret to life!" He screamed, and then dissolved into a fit of manic laughter. Millys eyes widened in horror, this was not the level headed Professor Rob that she had come to know. Professor Rob swung the metal pole at the machine, a loud cling rung through the building. The pole made a small dent in the metal that covers the walls of it. "Go ahead," He hollered. He swung the bar again, and again. "I know you want to ask me," He swung his head around to indicate that he was talking to Milly, who stood frozen in horror. "Join me, in existential awareness... just ask me." His voice was a forced and uneven now. Milly backed away from him slowly, her eyes peeled open in shock. The professor dropped his pole, he stood eerily still, gazing at Milly. She could see the desperation in his eyes, and she watched his face lose its structure. The left part of his face began to droop, and he lost control of his limbs forcing him to take a knee. He slowly collapsed, his body and mind seemed to be shutting down. Broken fragments of speech stuttered out of his mouth