Meh Series

Meh was lying on the grass staring at the sky. “Meh.” Alan walked up, holding a soda. “Bro, you literally say that every five minutes.” Before Meh could answer, DT ran in, screaming like a battle trumpet: “DUCKS ARE EVOLVING! GET YOUR TOASTERS READY!” Everyone turned. The ducks from the pond had formed a marching army, quacking in perfect rhythm like a drumline. Then, Alexis floated down from nowhere with glowing headphones blasting music. She scribbled in her notebook and said, “The prophecy begins. Also, I called dibs on the giant swing of destiny.” Meanwhile, Mada rolled in with a shopping cart on fire. He tossed snacks at everyone. “Eat quick, we’re about to fight Final Boss Donald.” The ground shook. A giant duck wearing golden sunglasses rose out of the pond. Alan: “Nah. I’m not fighting that. I’m just here for the soda.” Meh: “…” (shrugs) DT: “I WILL SUPLEX THE DUCK.” Alexis: “If we survive, we’re starting a band.” Mada: “I’m naming it Bread Eaters United.” ...

The hallway was pitch-black. Alan’s ears rang from the lights shattering. He couldn’t see Gerald, but he could still feel his hand gripping his arm. “Gerald!” Alan shouted. “Where are you?!” No answer. Just that breathing. Louder now. Closer. Then, out of the dark, Gerald’s voice: “Don’t move. It can’t take you if you don’t move.” Alan froze, every muscle locking up. His phone buzzed in his pocket. Against his better judgment, he glanced down. A new notification glowed across the cracked screen: “HE’S LYING.” Alan’s breath caught. He looked up. “Gerald… what is this thing?” Silence. Then Gerald spoke again, but his voice sounded… wrong. Like it was layered, two voices at once. “It’s what comes when the clocks stop. It chooses someone. Last time, it almost chose me.” Alan’s heart pounded. “Bruh… so what, you dragged me here instead?” Something shifted in the dark. Gerald stepped forward, and for a second the emergency light flickered, revealing his face. His eyes w...

Alan was chilling by the vending machine after school, sipping on a Sprite. The halls were empty, too quiet for a Thursday. He noticed something odd: every clock in the hallway had stopped. 3:17 p.m. Exactly. “Okay, bruh, that’s not normal,” Alan muttered. Then — click. The vending machine lights flickered off. A shadow stretched across the floor, long and thin, crawling closer. Alan backed up, but before he could bolt, someone stepped out of the corner. It was Gerald. Hoodie up. Eyes wide. “Alan,” Gerald hissed. “You need to leave. Now.” Alan tried to laugh it off. “Pfft, what, the janitor about to chase me with a mop?” Gerald didn’t smile. He leaned closer. “It’s hunting. It knows you’re here. I barely got away last time.” BANG. One of the lockers slammed open by itself. Papers fluttered out like feathers. Alan’s throat went dry. “Bruh… what’s hunting?” Gerald grabbed his arm, hard. “Don’t look behind you.” Alan froze. He heard it: breathing. Wet, heavy breathi...

Alan was walking down the school hallway, backpack half-zipped, earbuds blasting. Everything felt normal… until it didn’t. The lights above flickered. One by one, they went out, each buzz echoing louder than the last. The hallway stretched longer than usual, lockers twisting, bending, almost like the walls were breathing. “Bruh… nah, I’m not doing this,” Alan muttered, trying to turn back. But the way behind him? Gone. Just… black. Something scraped across the floor ahead. Slow. Metal on tile. Alan froze. His phone buzzed with a notification: “Don’t stop walking. Or it gets closer.” Alan’s hand shook. He glanced up. The end of the hallway glowed faintly red, like an exit sign calling him forward. He took a step. Then another. SCRAAAAAPE. The sound followed. He broke into a jog, backpack bouncing, heart pounding. The red glow grew sharper — almost there. Then, right as he reached for the exit bar — A hand shot from the darkness, slamming the door shut. Alan sp...

 Alan Nguyen and Gerald were cruising through the city on Alan’s skateboard, still hyped from their “legendary chaos” from the other day. Suddenly, a gang of kids on scooters blocked the sidewalk. “Yo! That’s our turf!” one of them shouted, waving a glittery baton. Alan raised an eyebrow. “Turf? Bruh… we just make chaos, we don’t care ‘bout turf.” The leader smirked. “Bet. Then prove it.” Fight 1: Skateboard Showdown Alan hopped on his board and started weaving through the scooter gang like a pro. Gerald grabbed a nearby trash can lid as a shield and deflected marshmallows launched by the rival gang. Sparks flew, skateboards collided, and somehow a flaming hotdog ended up in the middle of the chaos. Alan did a slick jump off a curb, landing perfectly on a scooter, causing the gang to tumble like dominoes. Gerald high-fived him mid-fight. “And that, my friend, is how you dominate turf!” The gang ran off, muttering something about “never messing with chaos legends.” Fight 2: ...

  One day, Alan was chilling by the river, throwing rocks to see if he could hit a duck. Suddenly, the water started glowing like someone dropped a bunch of glow sticks in it. Alan squinted. “Bruh… am I trippin’, or is the river texting me?” The water spelled out: “Follow the light.” Alan shrugged. “Bet.” He followed it until he found a random lantern hanging on a tree. Under it stood Gerald, holding a bag of Doritos. Gerald: “Every answer you seek begins with the courage to ask.” Alan: “…Bro, I just wanted a snack.” Gerald handed him the Doritos anyway. Mystery solved.