Five-Hundred Word Challenge 89: In Search of Lemon

I’m feeling sad.
So sad, that I feel almost distraught in ways that even I cannot comprehend, which is odd as I can usually comprehend a lot more than I think I can comprehend, as I’m some sort of all-comprehending kind of person

It comes naturally.

I recently offered to find a singing lemon for someone as they had misplaced it.

It was described as being of a lemon in appearance, with realistic eyes and lips.
It was one that liked singing and bouncing around near pianos and had a feminine voice.

I though to myself that this was no easy task, yet one that I would successfully complete as, whilst there are a lot of singing lemons out there, this one would still reveal itself to me at some stage and thus I would be successful in my task… nay, mission, to find it and therefore the person looking for their singing lemon would have their singing lemon again and there would be a great deal of peace in the world once more, instead of whatever was happening before the lemon had been discovered, which was a world without hope, ruled by chaos and ruination.

So anyway, I went out into the streets and hung “lost lemon” signs, searched under rocks and on some roofs and asked people passing by whilst holding up a picture of what I thought the lemon looked like.

I decided to ask the sky to keep an eye out for said lemon, but there was no result there.

Everything was pointing to the same thing: that the lemon had, indeed, disappeared so well that it did not exist anymore.

However, I decided to persist as this was a great matter of importance in some way and I needed to make sure to see it through to the end, regardless of the consequences that could possibly result from that.

I went into the desert one day and had a look around.

I could hear some sort of singing and possibly the sounds of a piano being played.

Then I heard the sound of bouncing.

This was after searching for a few days in the desert, of course.

So, upon hearing these, I ran to the source (or at least where I thought the source was coming from) whilst “Oxygène Part II” played in the background, featuring shots of me running taken from a far distance as well as from an aerial view to emphasize the vastness of the desert and my being very small compared to it to get the message across that we are but tiny beings who cannot truly comprehend how vast and gigantic our surroundings really are, as we can only see what we see and nothing else matters.

The sounds grew loud. I got over a sand hill and saw a hippopotamus bouncing, a monkey playing piano and a parrot singing with a sweet, voice that I could not quite place anywhere as being nothing other than feminine.

The search continued.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 10:03:77
A bit slower than expected, but that probably has to do with me removing a chunk and rewriting it.

Here’s some silly story for you, inspired by a silly conversation with Stephellaneous.
To be fair, the conversation isn’t that silly, but there is a lot of silliness to it.

Written at my desk at home.

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About stupidityhole

I'm some guy that does stuff. The standards. Creating amazing effigies, scaling mountains using my feet only and replacing the very fabric of reality. Serious time! I enjoy writing. I make music in some of my spare time. Currently working somewhat full time and studying as well. Also working on self-improvement. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out.
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