Stranger Than Fiction: He Blinded Me With Science
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Sixty-one-year old Henry Berndt Mark woke up smiling after a relaxing sleep. Today will be the day…he thought to himself. Working as a third grade school teacher at LA elementary school Miramonte for more than 30 years had been the pinnacle of his life. He often found himself immensely enjoying the youthful company within his life. Brushing his fingers through his salt-n-peppered color but thinning hair he thought, at least I still have most of it left. Not many find baldness as attractive these days. Slowly he cut his eyes towards the left. Lifting his head up slightly he began looking at the digital alarm clock sitting on top of  his nightstand he thought, Oh yes, what a wonderful day this will be. Today it will be just me and my little ducklings, how fragile and cute they are. Today however, I will show them the taste of life. I am the one their parents entrusted and I will be the one to show them why I am the man in charge.

After a long sigh  he spoke aloud but to himself  saying, “Well, its 5:30 AM old chap time to get up and whizz into my classroom and start the show.” Stretching thereafter he rose rather nimbly for a man of his age. Entering into a nearby bathroom he began his morning ritual of meticulously shaving his face except for his full mustache… Rinsing off the last remnants of shaving cream he longingly looked into the mirror. After rubbing the chin area of his face between the fingers of his right hand he jovially stated, “Yes, as smooth as a baby. I’m sure that my little ones won’t complain about any rough skin brushing against their own.”

Shortly afterwards, he dressed, ate a small breakfast consisting of scrambled eggs, two sausages, whole wheat toast, and a glass of Tropicana orange juice. Pushing his chair away from the table he hurriedly headed for the refrigerator in order to check on his specimen he had left there within a medium-sized, tinted glass jar over the last few days for he needed it to share with his students.  Today he planned on doing what he termed a Tasty Experiment and the specimen he’d accumulated over the past few days took a lot of hard, handy work to acquire; a time consuming task for a man of his age. I’m just grateful that I’m not overweight and didn’t have a heart attack while laboriously collecting this, he thought while having a wryly smile upon his face. Setting the jar upon one of the kitchen countertops within the outskirts he spun around like a graceful dancer and clapped his hands together as he headed towards the other side of his rather large kitchen and grabbed a red porcelain plate sitting upon the center isle within the area that contained a batch of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies he prepared the night before. Lifting  the Saran wrapped plate gently off of a rainbow colored bamboo placemat he whisked it into the air twirling himself around as he pranced to the beat of Mozart’s Requiem playing within his head as he walked towards the jar he set in place just seconds beforehand. Next he reached out for a dark-tannish colored bamboo picnic basket which he had set upon the counter during the previous night and placed the articles therein. After a few moments more he picked  up the basket after making sure everything within was well protected and covered as it should be lest anyone  were to become too nosey and  ask to peek inside all they would see were the delicious looking cookies he had baked and nothing more.

However, as he was about to exit his house he whimsically slapped his forehead  for he had almost forgot his other living specimens he’d left within another clear jar. Seeing the critters crawling within made him smirk slyly knowing that his students would have a day to remember for a lifetime. The only thing that could go wrong he thought for the most part would be to have another faculty member walk into the classroom and start asking too many questions about his planned Tasty Experiment for he did not go through the proper channels to conduct such things in a classroom environment such as this.

Convincingly he reasoned in his mind, You are doing the right thing, no need of worrying because who wants to have to answer so many bothersome questions about my little ducklings? And why should I have to cater to their parents when I have already been entrusted by them already and my school district as well. I haven’t had an incident with a student since ten years ago and the case against me was dropped and no has made nothing more of it ever since. Besides that every faculty member knows better than to intrude on one another’s class when in session without prior notice. Everything will go as planned there’s really no need to have second thoughts now old chap now is there? Just don’t forget the camera so that these memories will last forever on their minds as well as yours. I don’t think they’ll ever be able to fully comprehend what’s really the point of all this anyhow? But you my friend (he referred to himself) will always be one step ahead.

Jumping into his car after placing the second jar neatly into the basket Henry opened the door of his car and hopped in after placing the basket next to a small hand held video camera that would easily fit within the light coat he wore. Even though he lived in California sometimes during the winter months the weather would get a little brisk in the morning. While driving he observed a few smiling citizens going for a morning jog as he stopped at the intersection a few blocks away from his school district.

Waving at the familiar strangers who waved at him as the passed by Henry charmingly smiled at them. He usually saw the young couple daily at the intersection. Most men noted that the woman with the young man was very beautiful to look upon with her long, thick black wavy hair, and petite curvaceous figure but not Henry who nevertheless did become excited where most men his age only dreamed of as he gently began pushing upon the gas pedal motioning the car smoothly along the well paved roads heading towards his paradise.
Moments later he parked his car in the faculty area, grabbed his belongings and almost skipped across the schoolyard into the building. Fortunately for him the lot had been nearly empty when he had arrived. He knew beforehand if he got there early no prying eyes would inquire as to what goodies were inside the basket he toted along with him.

Thirty minutes later the school bell rang and the marble hallways filled up with the joyful laughter and chattering. “Ah, the sounds of youth and innocence.” stated Henry to himself as he jumped up out of his leather back chair that sat behind his polished school desk whereas he began  brushing himself off in a hurry. “Not a wrinkle in place.” He declared. Within seconds he stood up straight as an arrow looking himself over once more making sure that he was as neat as could be.

Suddenly, the adrenaline began to flow within his veins as the first of three out of twenty-three students came rushing through the door.

“Hello Mr. Mark!” One young girl with blonde hair and glowing hazel colored eyes shouted. “Am I still going to be allowed to participate in your Tasty experiment? I really liked yesterday’s discussion concerning the strange and bizarre.  Oh, and the video too. I never knew that other cultures enjoyed many of the same things that we do after seeing them eating…”  She stopped talking abruptly as her friend Kimmy swatted her teasingly upon her back.

“Hello Mr. Mark!” she said joyfully. “I can’t wait until class starts so we can…”

However, before Kimmy could finish her sentence the second bell rang.

Raising his right hand upwards with his palm facing forward Mr. Mark spoke aloud, “Attention boys and girls everyone please be seated.” The tone of his voice was stern but kindly. “Everyone, please be seated. I know you all are excited about what we all discussed and saw over the past few days but now we must move forward on the topic and explore our taste buds. Who will be first?”

Not a hand was raised up high even though some like Kimmy and her friend wanted too, they dared not because their stomachs had become a tad-bit weak at the thought of eating and touching something that may or may not be alive. Although she and her friend Jillian had made a bet yesterday, neither was willing to be the first now that the time had come to do so. The bet they made Kimmy recalled within her mind, “Whoever loses has to eat one of my goldfish aliiive.” She recalled stating all googly eyed at the time as she emphasized the word alive. However, she quickly changed her mind as she witnessed Mr. Mark placing the basket upon the table and setting out the delicious looking chocolate chip cookies which also seemed to be full of nuts as well.

Raising her hand Kimmy yelled out, “Let me go first pleeeaaase!” Her vivacious rants were quickly followed by her other peers.

“Calm down everyone! Please remain seated I will get to each and every one of you.” Mr. Mark exclaimed rather loudly but excitedly. He continued on stating, “Now-now, boys and girls you will have to keep your tone down or we may get some uninvited guests and there won’t be enough of these delicious cookies I’ve made to go around for everyone and we don’t want that now do we?”

“Noooo!” everyone stated in unison while shaking their tiny heads from left to right.

“Okay, let’s proceed shall we.” Mr. Mark stated as he reached inside a small satchel he also brought along for the occasion that was filled with blindfolds. “Oh, Kimmy would you like to help me?” stated Mr. Mark knowing that he would choose her first seeing her excitement.

Kimmy ran forward to Mr. Mark as quickly as she could from behind her desk taking the blindfolds from within his hand.

Facing the class he spoke with authority, his voice having cynical Mr. Rogers tone to it. “Now Kimmy, please be so kind to hand out each of these to everyone. I don’t want anyone peeking and giving away any hints to anyone for to taste without seeing enhances ones taste receptors.”

Moments later, Mr. Mark was satisfied that everyone was now blinded to his wile ways. He began smiling almost uncontrollably. Next, he motioned Kimmy Ruscano to sit next to him within his chair.

“Please sit here Kimmy since you were such a gracious assistant. You will be the first to taste my delicacies.”

Excitedly, she sat wiggling in his chair. As she moved about in an antsy-type fashion Mr. Mark took out the remaining items he’d bought along. Now class I am placing one of these delicious cookies within Kimmy’s hand but as I do so I will ask her to open her mouth wide after she takes the first bite.

“Okay.” Everyone said in unison.cookies

“Ok Kimmy Open your hand.” As Kimmy opened her hand Mr. Mark placed the cookie within her open hand. “Now, I want you to bite that yummy cookie and begin to chew it slowly.

Kimmy did as instructed, her mouth watered as she anticipated the taste of sweetness hitting the tip of her tongue. Her tiny nostrils flared with delight as the well-known fragrance of rich dark chocolate mixed with bakers delight cookie dough entered into her membranes. Biting into the cookie gave her brain instant sensation and her tongue danced in her mouth as the chocolate slowly began to dissolve upon her tongue.

Now holding the tinted jar and a silver spoon in his hands Mr. Mark spoke very soothingly, “Now Kimmy don’t swallow just yet, what I have in this jar a tantalizing thin pudding-like topping in which I made with my own hands gotten from way down below. It’s very tasty has as much protein as a large egg, and contains the following vitamins, minerals, and otherwise, and it is very much loved by women all around the world and by some men too. The nutrients within are vitamin c, calcium, chlorine, cholesterol, citric acid, creatine, fructose, lactic acid, magnesium, nitrogen, phosphorus, potassium, sodium, vitamin B12, and zinc. Some say it tastes salty while others say it tastes sweet. Can you tell me what it is Kimmy and are you ready to taste my heavenly delight?”

Kimmy eagerly nodded her head up and down signifying a heartfelt yes while smiling.

As she nodded her head Mr. Mark spoke once more saying, “But before you taste my delight can you tell me exactly what it is?”

Kimmy innocently shrugged her shoulders as to indicate that she hadn’t a clue as to what this delight could be. However, after eating those delightful cookies she thought, I’d be willing to eat a cockroach if he fed it to me. Those cookies were just plum delicious. Yet, little did she know that was exactly what Mr. Mark had inside of the other glass jar.

“Open wide Kimmy-Kim.” he stated playfully.

Kimmy opened her mouth wide as she could and Mr. mark could see that  her tongue still had a good amount of the delicious cookie coating upon it even though she had to fight the urge to swallow all of it. Mr. Mark dipped the spoon into the tinted jar making a few clanking noises with the spoon while filling it up with his heavenly delight as he called it as he began to spoon feed her the white pudding-like substance by slowly placing the spoon into Kimmy’s mouth. As soon as the spoon passed the threshold of her tiny lips a wretched smile covered his face. This is pure Heaven, he thought.

The look upon his face had been one that many D.A.s would consider to be their worst nightmare. It was the kind of smile that made a prosecutor wish that the days of the gallows were in full effect in conjunction with punishments akin to disembowelment and burning at the stakes were legal once again. His face had the look that would make parents cry out “I’ll kill you! You son-of-a-bitch!”

Mr. Mark grinned in himself as he repeated his grim tasteless deeds again and again, feeding his most prized students, the gems of our society, our future hopes and dreams his salty-sweet,  glue based semen over and over again. Today he had won the battle of perverseness over justice.

Class dismissed.

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Note: I wrote this story first as a wake-up call to my fellow men and women who have children attending schools across America. This is a heartfelt warning to the parents of innocent children to constantly watch-out for sick individuals who prey on the innocence of our youth.

Second, I want the world to see that Urban Fiction may be grim at times but it’s also a reflection of true life. For the most part, I know the average individual who may have the courage to read this short tale may think within their deceived minds that no unsuspecting individual would do such a thing to innocent children especially in a classroom environment. But if you are one of the naysayers who think that Urban Fiction is low-class trash and far from reality think again, the truth is stranger than fiction even more so. Find out the truth by clicking the links below. Please leave a comment and let me know what you think. I’m hear waiting.
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