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| Plasmus:
Just post stories you make on Notepad or Microsoft word. Here is mine: Day 1 I’m lost, Hungry, And Cold. I have no idea where I may be. I think somewhere in my fridge. I think. I’m Scared. What’s that sound? It sounds like somebody is hungry…. What the heck? A big fat man had opened the door of the fridge. Oh well, At least I’m out. He looks at me but says nothing. He just grabs a tomato baloney sandwich and leaves. I think some Java would be nice for my celebration escape. Oh wait. I don’t have a Java machine, And I don’t have any money to buy one. Crud. I think I’ll go onto my computer. Day 2. I’m still on my computer. I found this cool game called “Blockland”. It’s very fun. But… I need some food. I’m hungry. I wonder what’s in my fridge. Hmm…. Potatoes, Tomatoes, Cakeoes, Wait, What are cakeoes? I think I’ll try one. Ugh, These taste terrible, Coconut like – I hate coconut. Hmm… Steam is coming out of the walls, Ill go look. Day 3 I’m still in my wall, I got stuck in the crack of where the steam was coming out. My arm has been burned to a crisp because of the steam. I think some Mice ate it too. I’m really stuck now. All I have in my pocket is a wrench. Wait, what the heck was that noise? Oh. It was just the dryer. It fell down the stairs. It does that alot. Hey, I have my cell phone in my pocket. I’ll call the pizza delivery guy. Day 4 Well, the pizza guy came, but they put COCONUT on my pizza, So now I’m really ticked off. My arm is still stuck in the wall, I think it’s gone. I pull my shoulder out of the wall, to find my arm perfectly safe, Except a bit red. Oh, what now? Ah. Just a UFO. Huh. What would aliens want with me? They come into my house and stare at me. I think they are some kind of tribal aliens that think all humans are like, Idiots or something. Day 5 The aliens are still here, They’ve overstayed their welcome. Now, If I can only find my hunting rifle, I’d scare them off. Hey, Is that a cookie? I love cookies. Dang, What is wrong with people? Why do they like things made out of coconut? It makes no sense. All I want is just ONE chocolate chip cookie. Just one. That’s all. But nooo, we have to have COCONUT. Pisses me off. I mean really Why does this- Wait, Is that a bomb? BOOOOOOOOOOOOM. The End. |
| Sarky56:
Cool. I made a story about chuck norris, now Im working on a story about Earthbound. |
| Riot:
I made this a while back Into The Mist Journal entry 1. November 17 2009 2:23AM I awoke from a loud shriek outside my 5th story apartment building, I stood up and glanced outside. There was fog covering the whole street, it was slowly rising from the ground up. I put on my trench coat and a flash light because it was pitch dark and the moon was not even showing because of the tall buildings plus all of the street lights were out. I walked out of my door and hear something crawling up the stairs from the 4th floor, making a groaning sound as it was making its way up. As fast as I can I ran to the elevator and pressed the ground button, it was getting closed but I still cant see it behind the corner. The elevator is 2/5 way up to my floor and I can see the figure start to emerge from the corner. Its hands were torn, its head came out of the corner, it was gray and white with a brown shirt that was half way torn, its face is facing the opposite wall. The elevator makes a loud *ding* as it reaches my floor and it catches the creatures attention, I ran in as fast as I can and hope the doors close before it gets in. The doors close behind me and that's when I sat down on the floor to rest for I was sweating like a man in a winter coat in the summer. I stand up and press the ground floor button. As the elevator descends I can hear the things scratching on the elevator doors making moaning and groaning sounds, I was more afraid than before for I didn’t know what was on the first floor. I was prepared to sacrifice my flash light by beating those things brains out, I walked to the corner and waited. The elevator stopped and the doors opened, a foul smell poured in like the kind when you walk passed a dead cat but ten times worse. The coast was clear and I crouch my way out and find two police officers Dead in a corner behind a flipped table that was used for cover, I looked through and found an ordinary Glock 17 and two mags, car keys, *which I will not use, the streets must be flooded with them and running over them will not help because the bodies will pile under me until something breaks, or stops.* and a bottle of vodka from an officer? I packed the items in my bag and put the gun in my pocket. I walk out of the front doors and see a horrifying sight, all of the cars still have their lights turned on, the radio is playing, the streets are filled with news papers, boxes, and bodies. I was hoping the smell was gone but it just got worse. The wind was just hot and humid air, and I had the feeling to gag, I covered my mouth and walked down the misty road. Part one complete |
| DaSord213:
Danget riot, I though you had a new part of that D: |
| Riot:
yeah i know, out of ideas |
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