Kyle ran down the sidewalk of Ripon High school, important files in hand. Why he’d had to wait a year for this to come was a mystery to him, but he had it now, and that was all that mattered.
Well, someone’s not going to FedEx for any more shipping jobs.
He was almost in the classroom. If these files didn’t get to the teacher soon, he’d be out of an education. He was almost there, maybe ten paces away! He ran, picked up speed, held his breath and…
Tripped.
He laid on the ground for a while, opening his eyes. He felt a bloody nose and bruised cheek, wincing. He hesitantly pushed himself up, seeing the papers had flown a few feet away. What he also saw? Gum. On his shoe. Not just there, is was all over the ground. Everywhere. He felt like this was the ‘gum apocalypse’, and he was surrounded by a horde of...gum. Standing, he lifted his foot to grab the the papers. It wouldn’t go. More pulling.
“Ah, great.”
Stuck.
He started yanking on his leg, jumping around and muttering words that sounded colorful, but nobody was around to tell. With a loud shriek of frustration and a cry of anger, he got down and began to untie his shoe, pulling his foot free. The air rang with a battle cry of triumph, for the Great Kyle had once and for all, defeated the horde of gum.
“Someone should name a school after me for this!” He danced around, hopping over to the papers and grabbing them, pulling up.
“Noooo…”
Stuck.
Authors Note:
This irks me, with so much gum everywhere on the ground. Have you walked around the campus as of late? It looks like someone invented a ‘gum gun’ and let the sidewalk have it.
-Cheyenne, GVWP 2014
Well, someone’s not going to FedEx for any more shipping jobs.
He was almost in the classroom. If these files didn’t get to the teacher soon, he’d be out of an education. He was almost there, maybe ten paces away! He ran, picked up speed, held his breath and…
Tripped.
He laid on the ground for a while, opening his eyes. He felt a bloody nose and bruised cheek, wincing. He hesitantly pushed himself up, seeing the papers had flown a few feet away. What he also saw? Gum. On his shoe. Not just there, is was all over the ground. Everywhere. He felt like this was the ‘gum apocalypse’, and he was surrounded by a horde of...gum. Standing, he lifted his foot to grab the the papers. It wouldn’t go. More pulling.
“Ah, great.”
Stuck.
He started yanking on his leg, jumping around and muttering words that sounded colorful, but nobody was around to tell. With a loud shriek of frustration and a cry of anger, he got down and began to untie his shoe, pulling his foot free. The air rang with a battle cry of triumph, for the Great Kyle had once and for all, defeated the horde of gum.
“Someone should name a school after me for this!” He danced around, hopping over to the papers and grabbing them, pulling up.
“Noooo…”
Stuck.
Authors Note:
This irks me, with so much gum everywhere on the ground. Have you walked around the campus as of late? It looks like someone invented a ‘gum gun’ and let the sidewalk have it.
-Cheyenne, GVWP 2014
Imagine a Day…
All pencils were sharp
Cass sat in the backyard, drawing. But not just any kind of drawing. Drawing with her favorite pencil. It was red, the led dead in the center of the wood, quality graphite, and-snap.
Now. Real world; she falls to her knees and yells a dramatic; “Nooo…”
But instead, this world offers an alternative, perhaps happier, reality.
She flipped it around in her fingers, and resumed drawing with razor-sharp precision.
Her little white kitten scampered out of the house, closely followed by her older brother, with pencils clamped between his fingers.
“You leave that poor kitty alone!” She screamed angrily.
“Who needs Wolverine?! I have pencils!” He laughed happily, and somewhat deviously.
Cass grabbed her own pencil and chased him, letting out a battle cry. Her brother gave a (somewhat girly,) scream, and ran like the dickens.
“You’ll pay for traumatizing my kitty!”
...maybe all pencils being sharp wasn’t the best idea.
Nevermind.
All pencils were sharp
Cass sat in the backyard, drawing. But not just any kind of drawing. Drawing with her favorite pencil. It was red, the led dead in the center of the wood, quality graphite, and-snap.
Now. Real world; she falls to her knees and yells a dramatic; “Nooo…”
But instead, this world offers an alternative, perhaps happier, reality.
She flipped it around in her fingers, and resumed drawing with razor-sharp precision.
Her little white kitten scampered out of the house, closely followed by her older brother, with pencils clamped between his fingers.
“You leave that poor kitty alone!” She screamed angrily.
“Who needs Wolverine?! I have pencils!” He laughed happily, and somewhat deviously.
Cass grabbed her own pencil and chased him, letting out a battle cry. Her brother gave a (somewhat girly,) scream, and ran like the dickens.
“You’ll pay for traumatizing my kitty!”
...maybe all pencils being sharp wasn’t the best idea.
Nevermind.