Wednesday, December 26, 2012

The Escape


     It had been many years since I had seen the light of day. I had spent 6 years brooding in a metal 5 foot by 5 foot box. Now, standing upright for the first time in 6 years, the sun seemed to singe every inch of my body. I had yearned to escape for five years, and now, having finally been released, I pinch myself repeatedly just to verify. All of a sudden, something exploded, and I found myself looking down the barrel of an Apache Helicopter's rocket launcher. The looming aircraft had apparently startled a few of the soldiers surrounding me. I decided that I should probably try to escape while still alive. I ran for many miles until I found a unique lake. the lake was very calm with nary a ripple, but had an odd sort of luster, so I decided not to indulge in the water, and to keep going. And then, a rocket exploded 5 feet away.

Monday, December 24, 2012

My cousin's story

     My cousin told me a story the other day...

     A man walks into a hotel room. He sets his luggage down and uses the bathroom. After he's done, ho goes to wash his hands, but the soap isn't there! So he looks in the cabinet under the sink, and there is a bar of soap. The label on the soap says "Satan Soap: Strong Enough To Kill!" Hesitantly, he uses the soap. He notices that on the bar there is a carving of Satan's face. "Oh well!" he thinks to himself; "I'll use it anyway. So the man uses the brand new bar and goes to dinner. He goes to an Italian place and orders pasta. They give him ravioli, so he gets mad. Suddenly his hands get hot and he remembers the motto on the box. He decides he should leave before something happens. He runs to the kitchen to get ice, and before he knows it, his hands are around the chef's neck. The chef melts like water. The man realizes he has been cursed.

   Then said: And that, Max, is why I don't wash my hands.

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

A Ghost Story Of Sorts

     The truck broke down. I was shipping something; I wasn't told what it was, though. Anyway, there appeared to be some sort of big scary house. So, naturally, I went inside. As I opened the door, a plate hurtled past my head. As anyone would have, I assumed that it was an accident, and kept going. There was a room at the very end of a dark hall, and strange noises were coming from it. For some reason, instead of running away, I went inside the room. And of course there was a demon child in there who ripped my heart out and I died.

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Wrecking Crew

     "Boom!" Another shell hit us, mangling the hull further. The escorts had already been shot down, and we were all that was left. As we returned fire, we realized that our ship wasn't going to make it much longer. By now, with the hull in this condition, a hyperjump was out of the question. The reinforcements were supposed to arrive by now, but they are nowhere to be found. We have no hope but to surrender.

Zombie Apocalypse: 11/02/3000 5:00

     All of a sudden, something exploded, and an Apache Helicopter came into view. Our first instinct was to run, but then the helicopter began to land. We proceeded cautiously towards the helicopter, to be greeted by a barrage of tranquilizers.

Zombie Apocalypse: 11/02/3000 1:54

     This military base seems deserted. The bunkers and storerooms are fully stocked, everything is intact, and there's not a thing wrong with the place! Some weird things have started happening after the recent zombie outbreaks. Maybe the military is falling back to retaliate, or maybe they're falling back for good.

Saturday, December 1, 2012

Zombie Apocalypse: 10/07/3000 4:37

     The pickup broke down outside an old, old, mansion; so, naturally, we went inside. As we pushed the doors open, one fell down, though the other was just in need of some WD-40. When we stepped inside, we found one ghoul poised to attack. Luckily, we shot it. We will stay here for the night and leave in the morning.

Zombie Apocalypse: 10/06/3000

     We awoke to the sound of a truck outside, and I could just barely make out the sound of an M21. There is muffled talking followed by slow footsteps. One of us yelled to them; "We're up here!!!" and as the footsteps moved faster, 7 men appeared at the foot of where the stairs had been. Apparently there was room for us!