'Just Another Story'
Here is a story that I am starting to make. Tell me what you think of it so far. The story is entitled 'Just Another Story'.
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Once upon a time, in a magical kingdom, wait, lets just cut
the crap and get to the chase, this is just another story not unlike the
likeness of all the other stories.
He was being chased by a creature that had large wings and
talons, be very surprised when I mention that it was not dragon like every
single other story and game out there has. This creature, although hidden in
the darkness, was clearly not of this world, the earth that is to say. It was
27 metres in length, 6 metres high, 3.5076 metres in width (don’t judge this
guy, at least he tries to work out). His talon on his right front foot was
exactly 32.7 cm, and his second talon on his right front foot was… yeah I know,
continuing with the slightly less boring side of the story.
Glowing yellow eyes of fiery doom, the legs of a beast of
great muscle, not unlike Arnold Schwartznigger (excuse the racist pun), its
tail, as long as its body, running with its five legs (if you include its
member as a leg), came galloping towards this innocent soul.
Silence, as the man assesses his surroundings and gathers
himself together to find out what he should do next. He hears a subtle
fear-inspiring growl coming from the woods during the night. This man, in whom
is known as ‘John Smith the unique named’ fell upon his knees in tears, praying
to his God Michael Jackson and ‘Prince’. However, as the subtle growling behind
the mists increased, so did the beating of his heart. He could bare no more of
the beasts subliminal taunts, as though John was just another toy of the
monsters collections, so, he ran for it.
John Smith came to an impasse, there was only a cliff with a
large deep lake 20 metres below. John could take no more, he had to risk it,
for his queen and country, although not really, they have nothing to do with
this, he only said it aloud to make himself feel proud until he got humbled
when the beast flew for his face, to tear it apart. The talon of the vicious beast just
missed his heart and more importantly his groin area. John lept off the cliff
just as he evaded the claws of the beast of the mist.
After a seemingly never ending movie style fall, he splashes
into the lake, teaming with lock ness monsters and tuna, that live in fresh
water. Silence emerges, again. Nobody can be heard or seen, or smelt or touched
or licked etc. The water is calm under the starry moonlight and a layer of icy
mist.
A search party, led by Sir Dick Cox, entered the lady’s
forest, the forest of the Queen that is. There was but only wood, black thick
wood. As the team, especially Sargent Dick, continued searching, they only got
more dirtier. Sir Dick’s deputy assistant, Willyam Shat-ner, asked “and do you
really think that we will be able to find him?” Dick replied “no”... They
continued searching to no avail.
This mysterious man, John Smith, always had a way of evading
troublesome situations and death. Dick and Willyam knew this about him, so they
assumed he would be alive, and that they will not find him. But, behold! They
found him resting in a tree, presumably avoiding the dangerous wildlife like
the butterflies of the Queen’s forest, highly toxic and venomous in that region
of the world. Oh yeah, there is also allot of tigers and ligers, don’t ask how.
They climbed the tree only to find his eyes whitened out
from decomposition and his body mangled and broken with his leg where his head
is situated. From the surrounding damage and evidence, they deduced that he hit
the only shallow part of the lake after he deliberately fell from the cliff
then got stuck in a tree from the regular 5 metre high flash floods.
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| Sir Dick Cox. Soon to be mayor of Bangcock. |
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| Deputy assistant Willyam Shatner. He owns a Shitsu dog and practises Shiatsu massage therapy. NOT Hairy Pot head from the Harry Potter movies (still thinks he is fighting dragons and uses his magic mushrooms to ward off evil spirits, and thinks he rides his friends 'magic stick'). |
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