Post by Dale McCall on Jul 20, 2009 6:42:07 GMT -6
That’s what I like to call most of the little stories my mind-tank come’s up with. Though a large majority of people would most likely say they are the scribbling’s of a retard. I just say I’m new school.
What I’m getting at is that I want to see what you good people can come up with, using your beautiful little imaginativeness. Someone type up a short story, then the next person can comment on it, and type up their own.
Just make sure that your novelette’s are in between one-seven paragraphs: we don’t want them turning into novel’s do we? I’ll go first.
You all know that Australian summer’s are torrid, right? I mean, you can actually melt into a puddle of your own sweat. Literally. I mean it. Last summer, I was walking down the street with my little brother, just heading down to the local skate-park. He really wanted to show me some of the new tricks and maneuvers he learnt on his skateboard; heel-flips, kick-grinds, how he could come down off a half-pipe without grazing his knee’s, something he called a ‘crab-walk’...
We were just walking along, and of course we were both sweating, but soon I started to feel like I was perspiring a little too quickly, if that sound’s possible. I kept walking, but as I was walking my leg’s started to wobble like jelly, so I look down and my leg’s were actually careening all over the place! It looked really disturbing.
Not long after that, my arm’s started to melt too, and I started to slouch over with the backs of my palm’s dragging against the pavement. It actually reminded me of one of them evolution posters, where it starts off with a cute little ape on the left, and it soon starts to change into a little Neanderthal carrying a club, then into the modern-day human sitting hunch backed on a computer chair staring dumbly at the screen.
In a matter of minutes I was simply a little puddle of perspiration, and clothes laying on the side-walk. My brother had to dash off to one of our neighbour’s house’s to borrow a mop and bucket and swab me off of the bitumen. I was totally embarrassed; half the street came over to gawk at me. My brother carried me all the way home in the bucket, and revealed me to our parents, who decided the best thing for them to do, is store me in the freezer and hope for the best. It’s pretty rare that someone actually get’s liquefied under the heat. Under five case’s documented world-wide.
Which is probably why they were absent-minded enough to forget I was in there for a week. I had to live off frozen pea’s, it was dreadful; I hate pea’s. During the second day, I was begrudgingly nibbling on a handful of the little green balls of eww when this penguin pops his little head up out from behind a box of frozen meat pies (of your wondering why I didn’t eat them, it’s ‘cause I’m vegetarian), andd just climb’s out, and greet’s me with a hello in a really meek sort of voice.
We didn’t know each other, so when one of us did decide to try and strike up a conversation, there were allot of awkward pauses. It was alright though, because after a while, he asks me if I’d like to meet one of his mate's. I said alright, but I didn’t see anyway that he could get out. With a sneaky smirk, he extended his little flipper-arm to his beak and tapped it, before moving the box of frozen meat-pie’s aside and sliding through a little cat-flap sized hole in the side of the freezer (I had been wondering how I’d been able to breath in there for so long).
After what seemed like ages, I hear the little penguin slide through the hole again, followed by this arctic fox carrying a small backpack full of party poppers and a small CD player. Then he said, “Woo! Party!” and the three of us danced along to David Bowie and popped poppers all over the place; it was a brilliant party. Turns out though, the arctic fox wasn’t really a fox. No, it was another penguin, disguised as an arctic fox, dressed like a penguin, disguised as an arctic fox, dressed like a penguin, just getting smaller and smaller like Russian doll’s. So in the end, he was about the size of an orange tic-tac and I ate him.
Anyway that’s all from me. Cheers!
What I’m getting at is that I want to see what you good people can come up with, using your beautiful little imaginativeness. Someone type up a short story, then the next person can comment on it, and type up their own.
Just make sure that your novelette’s are in between one-seven paragraphs: we don’t want them turning into novel’s do we? I’ll go first.
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You all know that Australian summer’s are torrid, right? I mean, you can actually melt into a puddle of your own sweat. Literally. I mean it. Last summer, I was walking down the street with my little brother, just heading down to the local skate-park. He really wanted to show me some of the new tricks and maneuvers he learnt on his skateboard; heel-flips, kick-grinds, how he could come down off a half-pipe without grazing his knee’s, something he called a ‘crab-walk’...
We were just walking along, and of course we were both sweating, but soon I started to feel like I was perspiring a little too quickly, if that sound’s possible. I kept walking, but as I was walking my leg’s started to wobble like jelly, so I look down and my leg’s were actually careening all over the place! It looked really disturbing.
Not long after that, my arm’s started to melt too, and I started to slouch over with the backs of my palm’s dragging against the pavement. It actually reminded me of one of them evolution posters, where it starts off with a cute little ape on the left, and it soon starts to change into a little Neanderthal carrying a club, then into the modern-day human sitting hunch backed on a computer chair staring dumbly at the screen.
In a matter of minutes I was simply a little puddle of perspiration, and clothes laying on the side-walk. My brother had to dash off to one of our neighbour’s house’s to borrow a mop and bucket and swab me off of the bitumen. I was totally embarrassed; half the street came over to gawk at me. My brother carried me all the way home in the bucket, and revealed me to our parents, who decided the best thing for them to do, is store me in the freezer and hope for the best. It’s pretty rare that someone actually get’s liquefied under the heat. Under five case’s documented world-wide.
Which is probably why they were absent-minded enough to forget I was in there for a week. I had to live off frozen pea’s, it was dreadful; I hate pea’s. During the second day, I was begrudgingly nibbling on a handful of the little green balls of eww when this penguin pops his little head up out from behind a box of frozen meat pies (of your wondering why I didn’t eat them, it’s ‘cause I’m vegetarian), andd just climb’s out, and greet’s me with a hello in a really meek sort of voice.
We didn’t know each other, so when one of us did decide to try and strike up a conversation, there were allot of awkward pauses. It was alright though, because after a while, he asks me if I’d like to meet one of his mate's. I said alright, but I didn’t see anyway that he could get out. With a sneaky smirk, he extended his little flipper-arm to his beak and tapped it, before moving the box of frozen meat-pie’s aside and sliding through a little cat-flap sized hole in the side of the freezer (I had been wondering how I’d been able to breath in there for so long).
After what seemed like ages, I hear the little penguin slide through the hole again, followed by this arctic fox carrying a small backpack full of party poppers and a small CD player. Then he said, “Woo! Party!” and the three of us danced along to David Bowie and popped poppers all over the place; it was a brilliant party. Turns out though, the arctic fox wasn’t really a fox. No, it was another penguin, disguised as an arctic fox, dressed like a penguin, disguised as an arctic fox, dressed like a penguin, just getting smaller and smaller like Russian doll’s. So in the end, he was about the size of an orange tic-tac and I ate him.
Anyway that’s all from me. Cheers!
