Mindviewers Stories

There’s a popular spot on my street where people gather to smoke, drink beer, and vibe to loud music, especially at night. It’s always lively with men parking their cars, ordering pepper soup, and turning the area into a mini club. Tonight was no different, except there was no electricity, so the place was poorly lit. I had just returned from buying some fruits and decided to walk past the area.

As I got closer, I noticed three guys standing near the edge of the gutter, probably waiting for someone or just chilling. The darkness made it hard to see clearly, but I could make out their silhouettes. As I approached, one of them decided to step back, maybe to make way for me or just adjust his stance. Unfortunately for him, his foot missed the ground, and he fell straight into the gutter.

I froze for a second, trying to process what just happened. I wanted to laugh so badly, but I knew I couldn’t. Instead, I kept a straight face and walked past as if I didn’t see anything.

Honestly, if I were the guy, I wouldn’t even bother coming out of that gutter. I’d just stay there until everyone left. The fall was so brutal that I could feel the embarrassment from a distance. It’s one of those moments where you pray the ground opens up and swallows you whole.

Early in the morning, I set up my table where I could enjoy the view of the sunrise while reading. For about four hours, I was completely engaged in my books, feeling productive and at peace. Everything seemed to be going smoothly until an unexpected incident ruined the mood.

At the far end of the compound, there are always small boys playing around. I don’t know what got into them, but suddenly, I heard a loud thud on my table. A stone had flown over the fence and smashed right into my lamp, shattering the LED lights. I was annoyed, staring at the broken pieces.

I tried to turn the lamp on, hoping it would still work, but all my efforts were in vain. Frustrated, I rushed outside to find the culprits, but the boys were long gone, probably laughing and hiding somewhere. I stood there for a moment, angry that I couldn’t catch them, but there wasn’t much I could do.

When I returned to my seat, I realized just how lucky they were. The stone had narrowly missed my phone, which was sitting right next to the lamp. If it had been my phone, I’m not sure I’d have been able to stay as calm. The boys got lucky this time, but they’ll hear from me the next time I catch them playing their careless games.

Kelvin burst out laughing when he saw the laptop I had hoped to buy for a low price opened up on my table. I couldn’t help but join in his laughter. The sight was both amusing and a little sad by the way. This laptop belonged to a friend who was eager to sell it after years of neglect. I thought it might serve me well for some simple tasks in the future, even though it was an old model of an older generation with a mere 2 GB of RAM which is far from being up to do with today’s demanding online tasks.

As I booted it up, the old fan in the laptop wheezed, making strange noises as if fighting its existence. In that moment, I understood what I was I was in for, recognizing the irony of my hopeful purchase.

Yet, after our laughter subsided, I began to reevaluate my decision. I resolved to return the laptop to my friend. There was no way I would buy such a device; it would only serve to make me a laughingstock coupled with embarrassment.