heyyy i decided to try this for fun and i've got several entries i'll be putting in here don't take this too seriously LMAO the second entry is so low quality and is old writing but of course, the first one is the most amazing one's a weird humor thing and the other's from a story i've got posted elsewhere i decided not to do anything from shattered stars (my story) cause i've already got that posted on here --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (humor) Granny Star A granny walked down the street adjacent to her house. It was midnight. Her house was a plant pot. This specific granny was allowed outside at midnight for two reasons: firstly, she was an eleven triangle belt in kung-fu. Second, she had stopped taking her pills around exactly seventy-four years ago, leaving her with no attachments whatsoever to either life or reality. [redacted] The granny tripped over an uneven sidewalk crack. She somersaulted upwards and kept going. The granny somersaulted into space. This is the beginning of our story. Granny’s Motorcycle The granny’s motorcycle watched the granny somersault into the sky. It felt sadness. A hobo walked up beside the motorcycle. He chuckled. This motorcycle was beauty. It was his motorcycle. Since that fateful day in ‘51 (‘51 being 1651), when his dear motorcycle had been stolen by a kung-fu granny wielding a [sort of gun], he had never been the same. But now he had found it. The hobo sat on the motorcycle. He ascended into the sky. The hobo was God. The Moon The granny somersaulted through space. Her eyes watered. She had forgotten her contacts. The granny bumped into the moon. She rolled over. A white light shot into the sky past her at speeds that would make Very-Fast the Porcupine jealous. The granny blinked. She sat up. She cleaned off her leather pants. She fixed her rad sunglasses. All was good. From behind the granny came a ‘woooo-aaa’. It was very pathetic. The granny turned around to see a werewolf. The werewolf wore a fedora. He held a very long trombone. The trombone reached around the moon. The trombone was a ring. “Hello, ska-wolf,” the granny said. “This is the moon.” “That’s what the government wants you to think,” the werewolf responded. She realized it was not a ska-wolf. It was a conspiracy-wolf. The conspiracy-wolf stepped back. Jesus stepped forward. “This is my bro,” the conspiracy-wolf introduced. “Woooo-aaa.” “Woooo-aaa,” repeated Jesus wisely. Jesus wore rad sunglasses too. He was a bro. “We are looking for the Illuminati,” the conspiracy-wolf explained. The granny pointed towards the sun helpfully. “Thank you,” the conspiracy-wolf said. He and Jesus flew into the sun. The granny laughed. The Illuminati was on Pluto. They were fools. The granny somersaulted away. (the end also do not take this seriously it is the result of writer's block and 3am ideas)
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (the story that isn't totally on crack) love was there for her, always. it pounded through her body, never resting, telling her where to go and what to do. there was love on that day. i am just a person. i am just a person in love. the oceans pooled together into one, and the colors shifted, and one plus one didn't equal two. there was always change, shifting, quivering, loving, living. it was alive. until it wasn't. there was a soft crunch as the 'girl's' sandals landed gently on a dying, crimson leaf, all shrivelled and lifeless as it lost the only support it had had, discarded for a replacement long to come. the 'girl' smiled despite the horrors. after all, all she had to do was say yes and everything would be gone. and she whispered it silently and the world came to an end. ends and means tied up, justified, thrown away as god sculpted a new world. a world with only one. -- it began with the blackouts. not just electricity, but forces as well. forces that mysteriously ceased to exist. the only thing that remained was Gravity, to remind the Mortals of their postion tethered to their souls, tethered to their place in hell. then came the plagues. the children suffered first, the adults and all the best doctors unable to do nothing but follow the last steps the Government gave: remain calm. seizures, coughing blood, shaking violently, and heart failure were only few symptoms of this dreaded disease which was inevitable to all but not quite fatal. a week of exactly three million, five hundred thousand children succumbing to Sydrome X, as it was dubbed. One week of exactly the same amount of teenagers perishing. and one more of adults. and one last for the elderly. this was a cycle that continued for one month, fifteen days. it was used to clear away those who weren't worthy. it was the Purge. everything had a meaning, everything had a plan, and sometimes the meaning was the plan or the plan was the meaning or neither was what the other was supposed to be. the next, and final step, was the Sixth. the sixth of october, year 2663, to be exact. four thousand years to the day the Great War was ended. and the day life became illegal. on october sixth, 2663, all the remaining persons on earth gathered at the tip of their planet at exactly three in the morning to see the sun rise one final time. there was no weeping, pleading, praying, shouting, tantrum-throwing, or giving up. for everyone there, even the tiniest of newborn babies, knew that they were going to die on that day. it was inevitable and unavoidable. there was nothing to do. and so they had to accept it. a strange calm had stirred within their souls. and so, a lone vessel standing in some obscure, snowy place in the upper mericas, whispered one final word, a word of consent. she took a deep, deep breath, the last one ever taken, and whispered it. and human 'life' came to an end. and on that day, october sixth, when humanity perished, Sophy Maria Everett confessed to and kissed the love of her life for one last time before they would meet again somewhere in the Perpetual. (ta da this was low-effort sorry bout that))
