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Illustrations by KKC Bauder DOWN THE SYNC
Illustrated by KKC Bauder

Harry loved music. Plain as that, no strings attached. Music was his hobby. One day, Harry was listening to his iPod. He danced and sang, but then his five-year-old sister, Constance, took it. She ripped the white MP3 from him and ran.

"I wanna listen to it!" she teased.

Harry scowled and pursued her. "Give it back!" Constance kept running, tiny earpieces in her ears. She started singing with a mocking grin on her face. She shook it, tiny metallic parts rattling inside it.

"You're gonna break it!" Harry screamed. He chased her to the kitchen.

She sat next to the counter, singing an N-Sync song. Harry charged her, his shoulder bumping into her's. Constance dropped the iPod in the sink. She leaned over, madly reaching for something to hold. The iPod went down the drain, its white cord trailing it. Harry reached.


Constance gasped.

Harry yelled, "That cost me one-hundred and fifty dollars. You lost it!"

He grabbed her by the hand. She put her other hand on the garbage disposal.

"I'll destroy it," she threatened.

Harry let go.

"Please," he pleaded. "Please."

Constance let it go and went to the living room to watch Tom and Jerry.

"Hey," she said, stopping. "I was listening to N-Sync when it fell down. Ha! N-Sync is in the sink."

Hilarious, thought Harry.

He decided he would just beg mom for another one. He went to school, ignoring the Winter breeze.

* * *

Harry was back home, nestled in the sheets of his bed. He heard a distant sound, almost like a tune. It was from downstairs. He scrawled down the steps and listened. The sink! He made out some songs.

Upside down,
Dontcha love me?
Ain't no doubt.

Great. His iPod was playing. He went upstairs, and back into a slumber. He woke and the world was upside down. And inside out. It was a strange site. He was walking on the roof, and felt like the inside of the world was. . .well, out.

That night, he heard it again.

Oops, I did it
I broke your heart,
Oh, baby, baby.

When he awoke the next day, things were equally bizarre. Bad things kept happening, (bike tires going flat, late for school, bully meaner etc.) and when they did, people said: Oops, I did it again. And, strangely enough, in the morning girls were crowding him. Later, they broke his heart.

Harry was happy to go to bed that night. He dreamed he was listening to music, of course. Then he woke with a jolt in the night.

It ain't no lie,
Baby bye, bye, bye.

Harry raced downstairs. It couldn't happen. In the sink, or N the Sync, rather, was his iPod. It played one song over.

It ain't no lie,
Baby bye, bye, bye.

A green hand came out of the drain. It waved 'bye-bye'. Then, a knife flew from nowhere. Harry switched on the garbage disposal, trying to block out the horrid grinding. Harry ran out of the house. He ran across the street.

Snow and flurries fell from the sky, and the moon was blurry because a cloud was over it. Harry hurried into a back street. When he did, he knew he shouldn't have. If this wasn't scary, thought Harry. It would be hilarious.

Low and behold, a few people gathered around him. Their jerseys and rapper outfits were ripped and tattered. Their red eyes glowed in the night. A few sang

Oh, girl,
Ya know I love ya.

Harry knew at once who they were. They swarmed him. Yep, was Harry's last conscious thought, it's the Backstreet Boys.

The End
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Gage About the Author: Gage

Gage is a talented 15-year-old author from Florida who began writing for Phoophie Tales at the age of 12. In his free time, he enjoys acting, video games, reading and writing stories. What inspires Gage is reading other great horror stories and wanting to make his own to inspire others.

about the illustrator, kkc bauder

About the Artist:

KKC is a second generation artist from Texas. She was raised on abstract expressionism and loves playing with line, color and motion to create free-form paintings that can be interpretated in many different ways. Her work is inspired by Music and Literature. You can visit her art shop at: Cool Unique Original Art | apparel & gifts

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