Confusion_Rejection, Again.The day's like any other. We wake up to the sun's warm rays, get ready for the daily routine, and sing our little tune as Papa Smurf taught us. The only difference today is that I can't find my glasses. My vision without them is a lost cause.
I attempt to pry my eyes open only to feel a sharp sting, and have to close them again. That's what I get for reading in front of a single candle all night. I only did what he told me to do, "seek knowledge, and share it with everyone around you".
I have a ton of books filled with "Quotes From Brainy Smurf". By asking I could probably get a spot to construct a huge library to storage them all I'm the only one that reads them front to cover anyway.
Groping around I feel a thick metal frame, I think these are my glasses. They feel light enough, and they fit just fine. Didn't poke my eyes once. That's a good thing. I can finally open up my window shutter.
I took in more air than my lungs could handle.
A sad effort trying to stop th
Confusion_Ch 1_LostOkay, I get it. It's obvious that she doesn't like me very much. Hell the only time I remember her kissing me was after I was cured from that spell I still don't know what happened that day
I'll just come to the conclusion that females prefer brawn over brains. They don't care about enriching their vocabulary at all. They just swoon over some dipstick that has only said a single word to them and then proclaiming marriage. If I had the time to smurf myself up to shape I most definitely would. I didn't mention it at the time, but I really didn't mind the way Smurfette looked when she first stepped into the village. Sure, her nose just needed to be a bit smaller, but she was all right. Still, this doesn't compensate for the fact that it drove Clumsy into distraction more than a couple times as she strutted by.
By Smurf I really need to get her out of my head. She's Hefty's, not mine. And it's such a shame. If only if the Smurflings used enough blue clay to
Confusion_Ch 2_Beloved Leader"Papa Smurf, I'm sure this will contribute to the betterment of our society."
Papa stroked at his cloud beard, "Say, Brainy, don't those magic jars look a bit dusty?"
"While you're at it, why don't you sweep the floor too? My potion ingredients are getting everywhere, and I'm afraid that someone could catch a cold or allergy from them."
"Whatever you say, Papa Smurf." When I turn around I let out a scowl. Duster in hand, I'm tempted to rip out the feathers. Maybe instead of spreading the dirt around in the air, maybe I should use a damp cloth
My words of philosophy were shut out once more. Every time I'm in his lab he makes me do the housework while he gets to play God with his experiments. There were times when I was given a chance to whip up a serum, but every time I try, something goes wrong, usually in the form of an unexpected guest.
Or my lenses don't work or I can't read anything but my own quotes anymore. My inferiority complex is acting up againI
Confusion_Ch 3_My HomeThat potion… what was that potion…
I stir in my dead sleep. A tiny chill travels up my exposed back. My head’s begging for the discarded cap at my side. My lazy hand reaches for the brim.
Then I sneeze. I never bothered to notice how cold it was getting last night.
Last night… “Nggh..” I got myself sitting on top of the mulch.
“At least my glasses are okay.” I brush off something slimy with the side of my scarred hand and then at my hairless skull…
“Why do I keep running away??” I bury my face in my crossed arms. I really don’t want to see them again. Ever. But I know that eventually I’m going to have to. I just can’t leave my work lying around!
Good thing that most of them can’t read very well… They’d know too much by then…
Why does it have to be so cold? What time of day is it? I crawl up the side of the trunk to a limp stand. Out of curiosity I clench my fists several ti
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