Thursday, February 26, 2009
Short Story 3
Once there was a tyrannosaurus named Steve. Steve was a nice T-Rex, until Jeffrey owned him. Jeffrey taught Steve how to kill and eat humans. Jeffrey had turned into an evil mastermind, thus making Steve evil as well. Jeffrey fed Steve humans, that used to be his workers, but then he got bored of them. Jeffrey’s latest plan was to release a disease, which kills millions of people in seconds. The only cure for this disease was T-Rex boogers. It’s ironic because the only living T-Rex was Steve. He planned on releasing disease at San Francisco. Jeffrey didn’t have a car, or plane, or spaceship, or hovercraft, or any sort of transportation; so he just super glued car seats to Steve’s back. When Jeffrey got to San Francisco, he threw the vial at the floor, and caught the disease on accident. Panicked, Jeffrey picked Steve’s nose, but Steve caught the disease too. Jeffrey accidentally fell off of Steve and fell in a man-hole. Jeffrey managed to get out of the sewers, but he drank radioactive waste. Today, Jeffrey is suffering from the disease coocooindaheadrandomabcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz syndrome.
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2 comments:
Well, no one will ever accuse you of not being creative.
Alarmingly kooky, yes, but your creativity will never be in question.
My one suggestion: don't move the story along so quickly. You have a great idea, the character is doing something interesting, and then, BAM, you have them in the next scene without any details for the reader to SEE what's happening. Slow down and let us picture what's happening. Details help.
Do T-Rexes even have boogers?
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