The Imaginative Mind of Malcolm

By Ahsan Mulk

Follow Malcolm and his friends on their adventures around the School yard, in 4 stories that will capture your imagination.

Chapters: Bad Timing; All for One; Zombustion; Playground Wars

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ahsan Mulk
• Release date: Sep 9, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301376087

Ahsan Mulk

30 years old, aspiring published author. Currently tackling many genres; sci if, supernatural, teen reading. Work for the state of ohio, and also help run my brothers gaming site battleclubgaming.com

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The Imaginative Mind of Malcolm

By Ahsan Mulk

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Table of Contents

Bad Timing

All For One

Zombustion

Playground wars

Bad Timing

I can’t explain the thought process behind my mother’s decision. It could have been the fact that she had a dream about how much she would hate me in my teen years, or maybe it was just poor parent calculations, but before leaving for school that morning she decided to give me my monthly dose of suppository laxative. It’s bad enough being six years old having laxatives shoved up your butt, it’s even worse that you have this lingering thought your whole way to school of Why am I taking a laxative before a 8 hour school bid, and why am I the only one that thinks this is a bad idea.

I arrived at school, and everything was going pretty good. I sat next to the hyper active kid, who always walked around with this grotesque stuffed rabbit doll. I didn’t mind him so much, but the chubby chick that sat on the other side of me with the constant string of slobber hanging from her chin made my stomach turn. I wish I could tell her to stop slobbering, even better I wish I could stop watching her slobber, but it’s just one of those things you can’t ignore.

As time slowly churned I could feel the effects of the laxative jump into action. First it was just a small rumble that I tried to ignore, but as they came more frequently, ignoring it was not an option. It’s just hunger, I’ll eat lunch and everything will be ok. I thought to myself, full of hope that I had came up with a solution that didn’t involve me sitting in a door-less bathroom stall being taunted by any who may pass by; There were two things that passed around school quicker than wild fire, the kid who got beat up in a fight, and the kid who dare take a dump in the open stall.

As we lined up for lunch after the bell rang my stomach had somewhat calmed down, helping my mind agree to the terms that this was just a food issue. From the length of the trek to the cafeteria I almost forgot about the whole laxative thing.

Today was pork chop and hash brown day, which for me, since I didn’t eat pork, meant a big ol hash brown sandwich. I sat down at my spot at the lunch table near the kids that packed their lunch; the kid with the nasty looking stuffed rabbit, slobber mouth girl, the mean looking kid who was actually quite a softy, and a couple of randoms.

I rustled through my cold pack and took out my sandwich bun, hot sauce, and pushed the remaining cookie to the center of the lunch table. I’ll trade this cookie, for some ones browns. I announced.

Slobber mouth reached over with the quickness and grabbed the cookie, then opened her hot pack and gave me her hash brown. I laid it on my bun, and turned my attention to my hot pack. The shiny aluminum made me think this was something like how future people eat their food or maybe the astronauts on their missions to the moon. I opened up my hot pack, took my hash brown out and set it on top of the other, then slid the pork chop out into the middle of the table. "I