...Although my writing can hardly be pegged 'literature'. I just felt like making a thread to post the stuff that I think up. I guess I should start off with something simple...? Simple meaning something I just came up with myself, not anything with basic storytelling elements in mind or anything like that.
I walked down the street, going home after a long day of school, as I do on a regular basis. But for some reason, I felt a strange worry. A worry about nothing in particular, just worry. And my sudden worrying made me curious. However, the world of possibility of reasons that I was concerned about something was too vast for me to randomly explore. I went to get an ice cream cone from a nearby ice cream truck, hoping that would calm my nerves. It only gave me the shudders. Shudders that made be believe that I was being followed... I spun around and found myself facing... nothing. Except it wasn't just nothing. It was nothingness with essence! "What are you?" I asked it. "I am your conscience,"I was answered. "What do you want?!" "I dunno. I got bored and decided to mess with ya or something." "Cut it out." "Make me!" I spat at my conscience. "Your saliva cannot hurt me, sucka!" "That's it!" I began mentally attacking my conscience. I threw insults at it, as well as some mental daggers. The battle was too epic to describe, when suddenly, I found myself being strangled by my shadow. "What the heck?!" I demanded it in choked words. "You do not disobey Master Conscience!"I heard. People were giving me weird looks, so I threw myself towards the sunlight, dazing the shadow back into being, well, a shadow to me. "This isn't the end of this!"I heard. Whatever this was. Oh yeah, don't let PinkieCake get bored or she'll post more! DX
Thanks. I'll try to do so in this one... (This is not a continuation of the last thing in any way other than the fact that it may be too nonsensical to comprehend depending on how it turns out.)
The Kitty Cat It all started with a bus stop. Something as common and ordinary as a bus stop, so dull that the only thing people do at them is wait for their bus. I suppose, I should rephrase that a bit; waiting is one of the only things people do at a bus stop. I had been looking at the cat that was sleeping in a box in the middle of the street. I dared to walk over and look at the poor thing more closely. I grabbed a stick, and used it to inch the box closer towards the sidewalk. After all, the world would simply end if a feline with such lovely black fur were to die such a brutal and gory death! But it was when the cat awoke that I knew it was truly special. It stared at me with not yellow, not green, not even some odd sort of blue, but purple! It's pupils grew large and round, and it let out a large and squeaky yawn. I resisted the temptation to scoop the kitten out of the box and give it a million kisses upon it's forehead. After examination, I could find nothing in the box other than the cat itself and a handsome little red headband with devil horns on it. (Some people must think that cats like being dressed up...) The bus was here by then, but I didn''t get on it. I had taken the box with me to the animal shelter. I was in no hurry to get home anyway. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX I will continue this, trust me, it's no good by itself. But, my own cat needs playing with, and this seems like a good place for a chapter break, so there is your first couple paragraphs for the story I'll try to be writing in this thread.
Ugh! Typos! Serves me right for not reading through the post first. X3 That bit of the story looks A LOT shorter out of the text box. Anyway, to correct probably the most awful typo I found, the phrase there was... But it was when the cat awoke that I knew it was truly special. It stared at me with not yellow, not green, not even some odd sort of blue, but purple eyes! The word eyes was left out of that. Hopefully the intro still makes sense with the incompetent proofreading mind that I have.
