Look at me: bedridden, legs all smashed up, in plaster. The wheelchair in the corner wags a finger it doesn't have for the hubris I had in spades. I flew so high, like Icarus, only to come back down to earth with an crash.
It started when I built a teleportation device. No one would use the bloody thing. Too many sci-fi movies, in my opinion. In the end, sure (arrogant) that my device was good, I tested it on myself. And it worked beautifully! I became famous. I was on talk shows talking about my invention. Assuming a magnanimous air while I dumbed down the physics for the gormless masses (sorry, yes, you). I was soaring higher, metaphorically, than I ever had before.
I've never been muscly, but one morning I woke up with an absolutely terrific pair of legs. Defined calves, powerful thighs, sleek. Man, I could run. It was less running and more leaping, like how Superman flies.
Each day, I was finding I could run faster, leap further, and it wasn't that my talent was growing as such. Oh, no. It was more that I was pushing myself a little bit more each day, and hadn't yet discovered the limit of what I could do.
Oh, foolish me! I should've stopped. Slowed down. Questioned where this ability came from. Instead, I showed off. Other scientists fought over me, wanting to analyse me, my amazing pins, my DNA. It seems a flea had got into the device with me, and our DNA sort of spliced. Amazing jump-er, your average flea. Told you: Goldblum. (I'm dumbing it down again; you're welcome.)
TV channels were in a bidding war to claim me for their reality shows. The BBC won, and I was off to Europe, to leap over the Eiffel Tower live on television.
You see where this is going, right? I didn't. A smart man like me, and I didn't see the obvious. I'm kicking myself.
I hadn't attempted a jump that spectacular yet, but I was confident. And I did clear it you know, with room to spare no less. But the splintering sound of my bones on impact will haunt me forever.
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Word count: 366
Submitted on 31st January at 16:08
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The story behind the story: YES, this is a tongue-in-cheek rip-off of "The Fly" starring Goldblum. I am not sorry. 😁
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Comments (7)
Hahahahahahahahahahahaha I loved The Fly! There's a saying in Malay which translates to, The higher you jump, the harder you fall. Lol, your story is the literal proof of that!
Yikes! Great way to round off January!
How very & brutally Kafkaesque! No need to get the flyswatter out for this. You'll jump right to it & swat yourself.
Totally cool!
Ouch!
Fascinating story
Oh yikes! The sad thing is that this kind of thing happens "without" the super aspect, VERY frequently!