Twin Shadow

Twins are so cool, I've always thought. I always thought it would be awesome to have a twin of my own. A twin brother or twin sister, I didn't care. Of course my mother had to go and have just one of me. I'm still a little bitter about it, but what can you do?

Oh, well I can do something, I eventually realized. I'll make my own twin.

Now, you ask, how was I going to do that? Without having access to any cloning technology (I blame the economy), I realized that I was going to have to utilize the next best thing: my shadow. My shadow has been around me my whole life, and he is a pretty accurate representation of what I look like...minus any physical features beyond my contour.

The tricky thing was going to be getting my two dimensional shadow to turn into a three dimensional being. I thought about it for fifteen minutes or so (admitedly, 6 of those minutes I was eating some jerky and, thus, concentrating on just my chewing) before having an idea. I thought a little light bulb went on above my head, but I later realized it was the sun, which always seemed to be in the sky.

I went into my garage and found exactly what I was looking for: my bike-tire pump. I went out into the lawn, stood on the grass and faced my shadow. Without hesitation, I plunged the needle of the air pump into the grass that my shadow rested on, and then I began pumping air into it. To my surprise, it began to work! My shadow was actually inflating and rising from the ground, taking form. When I was finished, my shadow stood up on his own and shook some of the dirt off of himself.

"I was getting sick of you dragging me around," he said.
"Likewise, I was getting sick of you always following me."

It was kinda weird, because it was like looking at a real life iPod commercial. This 3D pitch black figure with no physical details.

"Hey, so I guess we're twins now," I said with a smile. "Wanna go play checkers or something?"
"Hell no. Do you see what I see?" I didn't at first. But I followed his finger to the ground that he was pointing at. Sure enough, he had his own shadow.
"I'm going to make a whole freaking army of shadows! This is going to be awesome!"
"Wait! Do you think this is a good idea?"
"I don't really care."

Of course, then we get into that dark age called the Shadow/Human War. I hesitate to talk about that now...some wounds just haven't healed.