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Chimerical Hitler ( dream )
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” “I choose you Charmeleon,” Hitler maliciously exclaimed as he slapped down his Pokémon card onto the crystal table. Frightened, I locked eyes with my childhood friend and elementary school crush, Timmy. His ordinarily look of coolness morphed into an obvious look of terror. Ricky, sitting on the crystal chair beside me was my long-time trusted cousin of ten years and forever ally. When I looked to him for comfort, he immediately laughed out loud and intrepidly yelled, “You are a coward Hitler! Your lame bunch of Pokémon cards will never match up to the power held within us. You may as well admit defeat.”
Immediately, the room went dark. The crystal table began to shatter and instantly all three of us were transported into a circular room of gold. The room acted like a large plank for a 50 foot black pit in the center of the shiny floor. I felt the sharp edge of a reaper’s knife against the small of my back. Three men with oversized black hoods began to prod each of us closer to the hole in the middle of the room. Hitler appeared. Timmy and I gasped; Ricky fearlessly laughed.
Hitler livid, spat between his teeth, “You dare call me a coward in my kingdom? We’ll have to see whose laugh is last!”
Ricky, in his presumptuous smirk, yelled out “agreed” then ran to the golden pit and jumped. Timmy and I followed suite only to fined that we were transported to hell: a maze with thick, black walls reaching toward heaven. There were faceless axmen at every turn prepared to behead anyone who trespassed their part of hell’s maze. Ricky, albeit illogical, developed a plan, “We need to find a library. Quick!” Suddenly a book fell from the dark sky.
Again, we were transported: “Come get your books! Fifty cents per book or one dollar for two books. Get your books now while you can,” I shouted in my best entrepreneur voice. Ricky and Timmy shouted similar words while holding books in the air. I pulled the red wagon flyer stacked high with old, dusty novels. The street we walked on was desolate. Red house after red house was vacant. No life forms existed. Not even flies or annoying insects that were usually found on summer days. It was just three ten-year-olds with an important mission, perhaps one that had finally conquered the chimerical Hitler. “
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