Post by maul on Aug 8, 2007 7:41:00 GMT -5
These are my awful stories...I hope you'll hate them, or preferably, like them a bit.
The first one is called-
---Maul and the Troll---
Daylight. Healer of the tierd, warmer of the cold...
And Maul awakes to the burning pain of sunlight in his eyes.
"Yeaaargh!" He groaned in sizzling agony.
Poor Maul didn't start his day in a good mood. He sat up, head and eyes throbbing, staring straight at the clock. 12:00 midday. Late.
Why did maul have to eat a sandwich last night? He knows that wheat makes him sleep for hours. And today was the day for a Pokemon event. Of all days! And it starts at 9:00. So, he's missed 3hours of it.
He might as well go anyway. Even though they may have already packed up by the time he arrives. Maul staggers down the stairs, avoiding every trap left after his rowdy party friends came over. Beercan, skateboard, sandwich, grenade with no pin...
He makes it down the stairs in one piece. But can he get his coat on, and leave the house without something killing him?
Let's see.
"Where's my Gameboy?" Maul asked himself. As every Pokemon fan knows, you need to bring your Pokemon game and Gameboy when you go to a Nintendo event. So it's kind of an idiotic thing to do if you turn up without them. Maul has to find them quick!
But what's this? The phone is ringing. Better answer it, Maul.
"Hello? ....Oh. It's a machine, trying to sell me medicines. Stupid Phonebots!"
Maul is seriously stressed out now. The time is ticking away for his only chance to get a Mew. He has to find his Gameboy within the next five minutes or he won't arrive in time. Do you think there's really any point going now? Well Maul thinks there is.
"There it is!" Maul screeches. His Gameboy was sitting on the desk all this time. That's what he gets for buying an extra slim version of Gameboy. He grabs it and runs out of the door. But Maul! Wait! You forgot... nevermmind. He'll never listen now.
"Waaaiit! Bus, don't leaave meee!!" Maul howls as the coach swerves away. It's just not his luck today. But he's gonna make it! It can't take too long to walk to Toys R Us, can it? He's a determined Spinda. Of the green variety...
"Keep running, Maul!" He assured himself. His knees were about to buckle and his neck was about to snap, but he didn't care. He just wanted to run super-sonic..........zooooom.............dodge the trashcan.......zoooooom......jump over the lorry........ouch!...zoooom.........leap over the lake.......zoooooom...and he's there!
Is it closed? No. Is the Nintendo show still on?....
Yes! It is! This is the happiest day of Maul's life! Through all the pain and all the idiocy, Maul has had something good come out of the end!
"Hello. Can I help you?" A voice cooed.
Maul looked up. A big, round, pink face. A confused face.
Maul felt his neck tighten.
"I'm here for the...Nintendo event?" He stammered.
"You're a bit late." The unknown, slightly blurred vision of a person said.
"I...know...I overslept..ugh.." His stammering grew worse.
"Overslept by a whole day, I think." The blurry person said.
"A...whole...DAY?!!" Maul's eyes grew wide.
"Wait a second! I overslept by a whole DAY?!"
"You certainly did" The blurry person giggled. "You must have been tierd."
Maul felt stupid. Had he really got the day wrong? Had he really sat in bed for a day doing nothing?
He went home, anyway. Poor Maul. He thought his day had come. But it was not to be.
The blurry face became clearer to the reader. His face widened, his ears pricked up, and his nasty, deceitful grin appeared. It was not a friendly helper, it was Putney. A freaky, crazy Pokemon fan.
It was the day of the Nintendo event. But you all know Putney,he wants all for himself. Poor Maul. Poor sad, defenseless Maul.
Will Putney finally get what's coming to him? Read more of Maul and the Troll to find out!
The first one is called-
---Maul and the Troll---
Daylight. Healer of the tierd, warmer of the cold...
And Maul awakes to the burning pain of sunlight in his eyes.
"Yeaaargh!" He groaned in sizzling agony.
Poor Maul didn't start his day in a good mood. He sat up, head and eyes throbbing, staring straight at the clock. 12:00 midday. Late.
Why did maul have to eat a sandwich last night? He knows that wheat makes him sleep for hours. And today was the day for a Pokemon event. Of all days! And it starts at 9:00. So, he's missed 3hours of it.
He might as well go anyway. Even though they may have already packed up by the time he arrives. Maul staggers down the stairs, avoiding every trap left after his rowdy party friends came over. Beercan, skateboard, sandwich, grenade with no pin...
He makes it down the stairs in one piece. But can he get his coat on, and leave the house without something killing him?
Let's see.
"Where's my Gameboy?" Maul asked himself. As every Pokemon fan knows, you need to bring your Pokemon game and Gameboy when you go to a Nintendo event. So it's kind of an idiotic thing to do if you turn up without them. Maul has to find them quick!
But what's this? The phone is ringing. Better answer it, Maul.
"Hello? ....Oh. It's a machine, trying to sell me medicines. Stupid Phonebots!"
Maul is seriously stressed out now. The time is ticking away for his only chance to get a Mew. He has to find his Gameboy within the next five minutes or he won't arrive in time. Do you think there's really any point going now? Well Maul thinks there is.
"There it is!" Maul screeches. His Gameboy was sitting on the desk all this time. That's what he gets for buying an extra slim version of Gameboy. He grabs it and runs out of the door. But Maul! Wait! You forgot... nevermmind. He'll never listen now.
"Waaaiit! Bus, don't leaave meee!!" Maul howls as the coach swerves away. It's just not his luck today. But he's gonna make it! It can't take too long to walk to Toys R Us, can it? He's a determined Spinda. Of the green variety...
"Keep running, Maul!" He assured himself. His knees were about to buckle and his neck was about to snap, but he didn't care. He just wanted to run super-sonic..........zooooom.............dodge the trashcan.......zoooooom......jump over the lorry........ouch!...zoooom.........leap over the lake.......zoooooom...and he's there!
Is it closed? No. Is the Nintendo show still on?....
Yes! It is! This is the happiest day of Maul's life! Through all the pain and all the idiocy, Maul has had something good come out of the end!
"Hello. Can I help you?" A voice cooed.
Maul looked up. A big, round, pink face. A confused face.
Maul felt his neck tighten.
"I'm here for the...Nintendo event?" He stammered.
"You're a bit late." The unknown, slightly blurred vision of a person said.
"I...know...I overslept..ugh.." His stammering grew worse.
"Overslept by a whole day, I think." The blurry person said.
"A...whole...DAY?!!" Maul's eyes grew wide.
"Wait a second! I overslept by a whole DAY?!"
"You certainly did" The blurry person giggled. "You must have been tierd."
Maul felt stupid. Had he really got the day wrong? Had he really sat in bed for a day doing nothing?
He went home, anyway. Poor Maul. He thought his day had come. But it was not to be.
The blurry face became clearer to the reader. His face widened, his ears pricked up, and his nasty, deceitful grin appeared. It was not a friendly helper, it was Putney. A freaky, crazy Pokemon fan.
It was the day of the Nintendo event. But you all know Putney,he wants all for himself. Poor Maul. Poor sad, defenseless Maul.
Will Putney finally get what's coming to him? Read more of Maul and the Troll to find out!
