As old man Robtoy gathered the group of freshmen into a small circle in his room during freshmen orientation, he spoke in a hushed tone.
“They say this is the most haunted classroom in the school,” he said.
“Really?” asked Billy Ogthroppe with a not-so-pearly white grin.
“Nah, I'm just screwing with you,” Robtoy said. “Ghosts? Come on, Tubby. Don't be stupid.”
Billy sighed and continued eating his box of twinkies.
After the orientation concluded, all the students went home. Old man Robtoy saw them off with exclamations of, “Have a great year!” and “Go Hornets!”
Once the last Freshie left, Robtoy checked all his surroundings to make sure all the children were gone.
“Clear!” he shouted. “English League assemble!”
Robtoy transformed into his alter ego, Grammar Guy. From the doors of the library emerged Ullrich, a.k.a. The Vocab Valor. Finally, from around the corner came Leute. Or should I say The Constructive Critic? Together, they destroy the ghosts of Enosburg Falls that hinder the quality of English papers everywhere. One correctly placed comma at a time.
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I silently nodded and sat on the sofa. The man before me looked over a few pages on his clipboard before heaving a sigh.
“I'm very sorry to tell you this - but the next Game of Thrones book is never going to be completed.”
I froze, a chill running down my spine and my heart racing.
“B-But why?” I asked. “T-The HBO show? How will they…”
“George R. R. Martin said he was postponing the release. Given his obscene concept of time, we can only assume he means never.”
“T-That monster!” I cried. “How dare he? He will never know my pain. Damn him and damn Westros!”
After that, a terrible war broke out. Kim Jong Un, angered by the news, nuked his favorite authors home country. The book release was scheduled for the subsequent week, but it was too late. The nerds were going through withdrawal. The 900 pages consisting mostly of descriptions for every meal were like crack to the geeks of society. And they were not waiting any longer. This was the end of the world. The worst part?
Nobody knows who is sitting on that goddamn throne.
This will become a reality all too soon. Write, George. Write like the wind!
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“Nisaidie. Kwa upendo wa Mungu, nisaidie!” the man shouted to me as he ran up to me with wide eyes. The only problem was that I had no idea what he was saying. I grabbed his shoulders thinking that maybe if I shook him enough, his brain would magically function in English. Suddenly he melted away and all that was left was his clothes.
“What the diddly-hecken doodle is going on?” I began to run around in circles, spouting more and more nonsense until I realized that everyone was staring at me. One lady walked up to me, stopped me, and then began slapping me across the face with a slimy fish. The man appeared once again and that was when I discovered that this was definitely a dream because it was way too weird to be real.
The text that changed my life was “ you’re adopted.” I heard that and I didn’t give a crap because I knew that I would be out of the house in a couple years. Well I also ran out of ideas to make this story sad and humorous so I guess the story ends with me being adopted. Which is a false statement because I am not adopted… I think….
Prompt #2 Topic: Panting, his legs burning; Mark stopped to lean against a tree. The waning crescent moon gave just barely light enough to see in front of him. He could hear the hounds on his trail and it sounded like they were gaining on him.
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Mark caught his breath and started running again. He looked for some place to hide quickly. He saw a bush and dove into it without thinking. He ducked and clenched his knuckles so hard he could see the redness showing. He tried to keep quiet and stay still for them to pass. He waited a few seconds for the hounds to lead them the direction Mark put a footprint towards. They all stopped right at the bush he was hiding under. The dogs sniffed around the other side of the trail when the guys spotted the footprint and ran off. Mark gave a big sigh of relief. “Thank god”.
The text that changed my life. I got a text saying my brothers girlfriend died. I kinda chuckled because I hated her. Her spirit still lingered throughout my house but I felt bad for my brother. He liked her a lot. She may have been a sour jelly bean to me but he enjoyed her existence, unlike me. The thought of her made me gag, but the smell, the smell was way worse. She smelled like fish mixed with rotten eggs, yeah, that bad. He’d always tell me how beautiful he thought she was, but I thought that Shrek called and asked for his face back. I never really knew how she died until my brother told me. Apparently she got hit by a bus… I never told him I was the driver though.
Robert De Niro bought a quilt of a fox at the very big zoo, wow he just knows how he can play the game to win.
Branches slapped my face as I stumbled through the moonlit forest. I looked back in a panic to find that he was gaining on me. Kuro. The god of death and shadows. I hadn't had a true moment of rest in days. Kuro's shadow soldiers were always lurking. Waiting for me to make the wrong move. As I ran forward into the ever darkening night my foot caught on an exposed root. I was going to die.
Before I could even stand up he was leering over me. He seemed to almost fade into the night. A true god of death.
"Little thief," Kuro called, his voice sharp and cold like he hadn't been running at all. "Return what you have stolen now and I will leave you unharmed, but if you do not. I will have no choice, but to bring you with me to Nahana."
"I have not stolen anything from you, oh great and mighty Kuro. Do you think me a fool? Steal from a god? You speak of suicide." I replied my voice scratchy and tired, but still strong.
"But you did. I can feel it. Like blood calling to blood. Your shadow speaks. It tell the story of your deceit. Tell me where it is! What has Rin given you? What is you have that'll will save me?!" Kuro no longer sounded like a murderous god, but like a child crying for a toy. He looked so young, maybe he was, not much older then me or maybe it was the gods clever glamours meant to keep me from seeing his true form. Perhaps for a god he was young.
"I promise you, Rin has given me no such thing at least not to my knowledge. I'm sorry."
I became a survival expert because of my fears. Spiders. With there fury legs and billion eyes. I am a master of all things survival, but I've never came across a challenge quite like this. The spiders comes closer hissing at me as it does. It's huge. Biggest spider in all of NYC I bet, but I'm a survivor. I should be able to kill it.
"Just kill it all ready." Kari, my sister calls. She's five and is the most fearless child I've ever met. Once she picked up a spider like it was a bunny. Gave it a name and everything. I swear she's the devils spawn, the way that spider didn't instantly kill her. She thinks I need to get over my fear so sometimes she sets spiders on me to see if I can kill it or not. I know that's strange but like I said she's the devils spawn.
"I'm trying!" I yell back. I almost forgot about the spider, damn Kari. It's closer know. I've seen scorpions less scary then this bastard.
"You are such a wimp! I thought you were a survival expert, you know, like bear grills or whatever his name is." I hate Bear Grills. Cocky bastard with his stupid tv show. I am way better then him.
"Shut up, Kari! You are ruining my focus!" I holler.
"You know what I'm done with this game. It's boring now." Kari steps out from behind me and grabs the spider squashing it between her fingers. Devils spawn. I swear.
Mahlik opened the gym door. He sat down on the floor and tied his shoes. He started to run on the court, but stopped when he felt a pull in his hamstring. Until he was sure it was gone, he kept stretching. Suddenly aware everyone else was shooting for teams at the foul line, into the group he jumped. He made his first shot--swishing it nothing but net and shouting gleefully--so he was able to play in the first game. Playing for all he was worth, jumping like a rabbit, Mahlik dunked the game winning basket and fell over crying.