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Post by imasuperduperpeyt on Jun 19, 2008 10:58:21 GMT -5
Ok, so heres Noodle-pop and Pixie-Stick.
"WTF?!" Noodle-pop shouted, throwing his noodly arms up in anger. "What? PEANUT BUTTER!" Pixie Stick said. Just then a jar of Peanut Butter soared over the two idiot's heads and cracked open on a tree made of ice cream. The contents spilled across the ground and onto Noodle-pop's feet. "You smell like wet noodle." Pixie Stick pointed out. Noodle-pop glared at Pixie Stick took a ski, and hit him on the head with it. "What'd you do that for?" Pixie Stick yelled. "The peanut butter asked me to." Noodle-pop shrugged. "Oh." Pixie Stick said.
"Do you remember...oh I've forgotten what it was I was going to ask if you remembered." Noodle-pop scratched his head and looked around the woods. They were undeniably lost. "Was it that ice cream tree we came in at?" Pixie Stick pointed at a throw up looking tree. "No. I remember it distinctly smelling like feet." Noodle-pop went up and smelled the throw up looking tree. "That smells like sardines, not feet." Pixie Stick looked confused and turned around. "Well, what do feet smell like?" Noodle-pop looked at Pixie Stick confused by his lack of brains. "How would I know? I don't got none. Are you saying your better than me? Because you got suggary stumps as feet and I'm stuck with slimy, slippery noodles?! Well, let me tell you something, Mr. Pixie Stick, the ladies dig the noodles. Yup. They like my 'feet'." Pixie Stick looked apalled as he gazed down at Noodle-pop's feet. "Well they really are work of arts, I must say." he muttered, scrunching his nose. "So-- the way back to the bakery would smell like....wet noodles?" Pixie Stick asked, and Noodle-pop nodded. "Well then its...THAT WAY!" Pixie pointed down a path made of sugar plums, and hop skipped and jumped back to the bakery.
Last Edit: Jun 19, 2008 11:00:27 GMT -5 by imasuperduperpeyt
Post by ELIZA MARIE CUNNINGHAM on Jun 28, 2008 0:13:00 GMT -5
Okay, so I'm entering just because I want to put up a poll.
I ran though the woods at top speed, from what, I wasn't sure. I knew that I had heard something, but I couldn't be quite sure of what it was. At that sudden realization, I slowed down to a jog and then slowed down even more to a walk. All I could hear was my heavy breathing now, after running all that way from the invisble monster. But now... Where was I?
I looked around, over my shoulder and around in a circle. I looked like a dog trying to chase its tail for a moment, so I stopped out of fear of looking stupid. Of course no one would see me being idiotic -- unless someone was actually there, watching me -- but I somehow didn't want to look stupid anyway.
Deciding that there was no one there to be afraid of, I started to think of where I was. How had I gotten there? Well, obviously, I had run. It seemed like a foolish thing to do now. I was lost. I suppose I could have turned around and walked back the way I thought I had come, but I would probably get even more lost. No, the only way to go was forward.
I stepped my best foot in front of me, though I didn't think it really mattered which foot I stepped on first, and started to walk further down the path. Everything started to scare me again. Each crack of a branch, each hooting of an owl... I knew that it was logical noises coming from things that weren't scary at all, but the fact that it was dark and that I was already lost and starting to get quite cold, it scared me even more.
Suddenly, as I was looking up at one of the trees to see if I could spot one of the owls, I tripped and landed face first on the ground. Rolling onto my side and looking behind me at my foot, I saw that I had tripped over a root. Figures, I thought. I crawled to a crouch and then straightened my legs to stand up, but it didn't take two steps before I was falling again. This time, though, I didn't reach any ground for quite some time. I knew that it really wasn't all that long, but for some reason, it felt longer.
As I scrambled up to a standing position once more, I looked up. I had fallen down quite a deep hole and now I found myself in a cave of sorts. This was getting to be quite some adventure. Well, I would call it an adventure if I ever got out of it alive. At that moment, however, it was a nightmare. I couldn't believe that all of this was happening to me! First, I got myself lost in a forest by being an idiot, then I fell over a root -- although that wasn't all that bad -- and now I was in some deep, dark cave? I couldn't see anything around me, but I tried to squin into the darkness for a miracle.
Suddenly, a light turned on. It was from an oil lamp and I could see the hand that now hold it at eye level, only a few large paces in front of me. "And so you've come," a deep voice said. I looked perplexed, I knew it. If he could even see my face, he would have seen that.
He walked towards me and I stood there, still as a statue. I don't think I could have moved if I tried. This was it. I knew it. This was the end. But little did I know, it was only the beginning.
Okay, that got a little on the weird side, I don't know what happened! It just kinda... happened like that, lol. =S
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