Forest walked up to the door and knocked, no answer. She heard crashing inside..."what the.." then the door knocked down and she quickly backed to the side. Out came giraffes, running away with three children. "Ohmygosh!!!" Forest screamed and ran inside the house...panicking as much as a person could panic.
Sorrow lasts through this night I'll take this piece of you, and hold for all eternity For just one second I felt whole... as you flew right through me. ~Sorrow by Flyleaf
Pudin was walking out of her house, ipod on one hand and backpack on the other. It was pretty much calm, very tanquil, perfect for a quick morning jogging. But as she was walking, she heard some screaming and lound footsteps. But as it came closer it got louder, making the ground tremble a bit. adn when whatever was coausing such movement came to sight, she let out a loud scream. "Giraffes" she screamed, taking off running down her street until she literally ran into someone. It was a girl, Forest. "Forest!!" Pudin screamed again. "Giraffes!" "I know" Forest said exasperated.
Les sanglots longs Des violons De l'autonne Blessent mon coeur D'une langueur Monotone. Verlaine
Mizzle watched her phone die before here eyes, cutting off her conversaton with June. She knew she should've charged it last night, she knew it. Too late to go back and charge it now. Oh well. It wouldn't be needed, for soon June would arrive. Having heard her friends were in danger, June would surge through traffic like, well like someone who just heard their friends were in trouble. Mizzle looked around the room she was in. There was a gaping hole in the wall, and through it Mizzle could see the lawn, where giraffe hoof imprints were slowly fading away on the grass. She tried to trace the line with her eyes, but it ended...in the middle of the lawn. Impossible, for it was still fifty meters either way to a surface that wouldn't leave imprints. A normal kidnapping Mizzle could handle, but giraffes kidnapping her friends was over-the-top. She would have her revenge. It only helped a little that she was not a giraffe fan. With impatience she waited for June. They would make a plan.
"Chase your dreams, and remember me, speak bravery, Because after all, those wings will take you up so high." -- Owl City, "To the Sky" ✯ ✯ ✯
Summer wiggled in the bag, trying not to kick people in the face.
"Wow, this is dull," she sighed. "Remember to tell me to never jump in a bag full of people kidnapped by giraffes in an insane attempt at rescue again."
"I'm pretty sure you won't need that reminder," Gsp told her.
"You'd be surprised. I'm very forgetful, and I don't really think things through," she giggled.
"Shocker."
"This whole thing makes me really distrustful of giraffes now. I mean, if we survive, we'll all probably be traumatized by giraffes," she said thoughtfully.
From Aqua's side, she heard a muffled ripping and... chewing? Summer's stomach growled.
"Hey Aqua, watcha got there?" Summer asked, peering over her shoulder.
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Texa lay on the gloriously cold sidewalk, one hand on her stomach, the other on the skateboard she was supposed to be riding. The sounds of traffic drowned out any and all abnormal noises, like, say, hoof beats. A light breeze stirred in the air, blowing one of the few red leaves from the giant Crate Myrtle onto her eyebrow. She opened her eyes to stare at it. Red, she thought. First one this year. Her head shook trying to find the source for a photo, but all she found was this big yellow-orange tree with huge brown pruning scars instead. Texa sat bolt upright. She blinked a few times before coming to a conclusion.
“Trees don’t grow on concrete,” she said slowly, tiling her head up to try and see the top. A full-grown giraffe loomed over her, maybe fifteen, sixteen, seventeen-foot-three. It watched her closely but didn’t do anything. Texa peered behind it to see yet another giraffe about four decameters behind. That one was holding a big, brown, wriggling boulder. No, wait. She put on her glasses and saw it was a big, brown, wriggling, XXXL-sized potato sack.
She put the pieces together aloud. “Giraffe, bag, giraffe, bag, giraffe, out of zoo, in suburbia, eating my skateboard— hey!” The beast nibbled at the streamers that Texa’s kid sister must have taped on. “Oh, well, carry on, my good fellow. Hey, you’re wearing a collar…”
Geoffrey the Giraffe. If found, please return to owner, the Evil Submarine Collector, or call 1-800-555-1234.
“Ironic, but I’ll take it,” she said to herself. “Hey, uh, Geoffrey, why you here?” she asked. He only stared. “Uh, polly vous francais? Hable espanol? Speaka da English? Moo?”
The creature nodded its head enthusiastically at the cow impersonation.
“So, you’ll take me to headquarters? Great.” She stood up and pulled two six-foot shoelaces out of her pocket and tied them together with The Weavers-Eights, then turning one end into a loop. After lassoing one end over the giraffe’s neck and getting a firm footing on her board, she smacked her lips and yelled at the top of her lungs, “Ride, ‘em, cowboy!”
It ran. It ran right straight ahead until Texa flipped head over heels, head missing a concussion by moments and inches. Rubbing her forehead, she looked back. Her board had been stopped by the giraffe’s “potty break”. I voted we use proboscis monkeys, but did anyone listen? No. Use the giant, man-eating, smelly, toothless, smiling, cuddly poop-machines as minions… Come to think of it, why didn’t we just use babies? Zombie babies… Yeah…
Religion without science is lame; science without religion is blind.
Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the the universe.
Education is what remains after one has forgotten everything he learned in school.
Aqua turned her head in the approximate direction of Summergrl. "It paper. And it's mine, all mine." She tucked her book under her arm and rummaged in her pocket. Aqua grinned in triumph and pulled out her phone, it had coverage! She quickly unlocked it and typed in what she needed to type. Youngwriterssociety.com. "Hey, AM, what're you doing?" someone asked. "I'm on my phone!" she replied happily, scrolling down the welcome forums to see if there were any new people she could pounce on and Greet. "Hey, AM, are you -" "Shush!" she exclaimed, "I'm trying to write out the rules!" "But seriously, if you have coverage then shouldn't we-" "Oh, no!" Aqua pouted. Her battery had died just as she'd finished. That poor newbie wouldn't be greeted any time soon. "As I was saying," Gasper continued, "shouldn't we call someone with your phone? If you have coverage then we might be able to reach June." Aqua bit her lip and everyone in the cramped bag went silent. "Oops."
"It is curious how often you humans manage to obtain that which you do not want."
Gsppcrocks10 groaned. "Nice going AM." She shifted in the cramped space, reaching for her pocket. "Irish move over!" Irish shifted slightly and she got her hand into her pocket, pulling out a book light. She opened it, and a very bright LED light lit up the inside of the bag.
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"If I win, I'm a prodigy. If I lose, then I'm mad. That's the way history is written."
Skyeler felt like she owned the place. The second in command to the head man. She was silently plotting how to take him over. But that didn't matter at the moment. She heard something. Something dreadful. She remembered when one of the men told her.
"S-Skyeler..." "What?!" The guard seemed fearful of her, rightfully so. "The master... you see he ordered the capture of what do you call her?" "MORGRANT?!" "Yes..." Skyeler firmly smacked him across the face. She grabbed him by the collar. "If she is mistreated I will rip your face off!" The guard trembled. She shoved him against the wall. "Get out of here! Don't show your face here again!" "B-But I work here Skyeler!" "That is MISTRESS Skyeler to you!"
She let out a chuckle. She enjoyed tossing people around. She was also glad that she is an athlete. That made it much easier for her to be evil. She walked through the hallways. She had to meet the Giraffe with Morgrant.
All I can hear; "I me mine, I me mine, I me mine". Even those tears; "I me mine, I me mine, I me mine". No one's frightened of playing it. Everyone's saying it. Flowing more freely than wine. All through your life; "I me mine".
I sat in my car smiling maniacally. It was all going to plan. The submarine collector had released the new Uber Giraffes. Soon those pesky writers would be kidnapped. If only we could get enough of them we could change the writing world forever. One mega story where the bad guys won for a change and BAM! The ball would be in the evil court for a change. I absent mindedly scraped my bone fingers over my bald skull. It was an odd habit i had picked up while human. But the explosion had changed all that. No more hair, no more skin. Thankfully my laptop exploding had released some untapped YWS power. The power of a story book villan named Mikael Eisenstein was all that kept me from death. "And don't you forget it!" Oh great he's awake. "Morning Mikael," i sighed. "How's it going? Is it working? Let me have a look through an eye." There was an odd sensation as Mikael 'borrowed' the sight from one eye. "That looks like the last of 'em. Come on gimme the other eye, i need to get back to the Evil Underwater Super Secret Submarine Lair."
I have looked into the eye of the storm and stared it down. I am an adrenaline junky and i know no fear.
All I can hear; "I me mine, I me mine, I me mine". Even those tears; "I me mine, I me mine, I me mine". No one's frightened of playing it. Everyone's saying it. Flowing more freely than wine. All through your life; "I me mine".
So, there was people in there with her. Hadn't they heard her? "Hey, freaks!" She called, not recognizing any of the voices. It was rather a long shot to have someone she knew there. "Who are you? Be sure, I have a cheeseburger," she took out the cheeseburger she had bought at MacDonald's and had put in her bag, "and I'm so not afraid to use it! I'd rather eat it, but I'll use it!" She threatened into the darkness.
Piglet: How do you spell love? Pooh: You don't spell it. You feel it.
