tommyrot

[tom-ee-rot]

noun

1. nonsense; utter foolishness.

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Carl did not know what was going on. And from the looks on the faces of everyone around him, neither did they. The people in the hallway parted around the object of their confused attention. The guy walked through the hallway, seemingly unconcerned with the odd looks he was getting and the attention he was attracting. The small bells attached to his patchwork, Technicolor clothes jingled lightly with every one of his steps.

Suddenly, he stopped moving. He removed the large pack he wore on his back and took out a small, rectangular box. He set this box on the floor and stepped up onto it. He looked out over the crowd. Even with his ridiculous outfit, he looked completely serious. He took a deep breath, opened his mouth, and began to speak.

“I… am the dreh of Thequ,” He said in a dramatic, serious tone. “I have come to ghim the joops and weri all your frevans.”

Carl was immediately lost. Almost every word spoken by the oddly dressed man was complete and total nonsense. And yet, the speaker gave his speech like it was the most important thing ever said. The speaker made his words echo across the crowd like it was one of the great speeches of history. Truly, had anything he said made any amount of sense it would be a very dramatic affair.

Carl leaned slightly towards the person nearest to him. He didn’t even know the other person, but he felt the need for a conversation that didn’t consist of made up words.

“So, uh, you have any idea what’s going on?” He asked.

“Nope.”

“Think it’s some kind of theater club thing?”

“God I hope so. Cause if it’s not we need to call security. Or a mental hospital.”

“Maybe he’s starting a cult or something?”

“If he is, he’s doing a really bad job of it.”

Suddenly, the speaker stopped talking. He looked up at the ceiling for a moment. Craig assumed the guy was thinking up more nonsense words to spew out in a dramatic, important sounding voice, Instead, he reached into his backpack and pulled out a ball that looked just as nonsensical as its owner. The oddly dressed man threw the ball into the air, where it hit one of the bright, fluorescent lights.

The colorfully dressed man watched the ball intently as it fell and bounced several times. Even when it stopped moving, he kept staring at it like it was the most important thing in the world.

“Alas!” He called out suddenly. “I must hebn! The idros has fweeked!”

He hopped off his platform, stuffed it back into his pack, ran to do the same with his ball, and then dashed through the hallway, letting out odd squeaks, whirrs, and whoops the entire time he ran. Even after he rounded a corner and disappeared from view, not one person moved. Each of them were too busy processing what had just happened to do anything else.

“Huh.” Craig said simply.

“Yup.” His new acquaintance agreed. Neither of them could think of anything else to say about the spectacle. All they knew was that it would make one impressive story.

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I bet it's fun to just make up words like this. Maybe not to this degree, but still. Maybe try adding a random, made up nonsense word into an everyday conversation and see what happens.

As a side note, I'm wondering if the story needs something at the end. I'm not sure what, but just something there. But since I couldn't think of anything, I left it as is. Maybe some other time?