The year, seventh grade.
The place, Advanced English Class...
The assignment, five chapters of an original mystery story, two pages each.
...So it's obvious I have a lot of this thing written. Will you folks ever be seeing it? Nope, nope, and... nope. This mash up of sci-fi, mystery, and just a little bit of cliche grease to keep it running is so very, very awful, I'm almost afraid to open the file and tell you about the characters and plot.
Erk... here I go... Erghhhh....
*click*
...*wince*
.... On with the show!
Characters!:
Dakota (10): Your typical precoicous youngster. Like causing problems and stealing. If he was on Ritalin, the story probably wouldn't happen.
Elise (??): Your typical clumsy, impassioned heroine. Likes her older brother (not that way, perverts.) and things that are ROMANTIC (!!). Dislikes that her older brother is behaving more and more like Robocop ever since he received a mysterious operation financed by the police station he works for (OMGZ!!! PLOT TWIST!) If she could contain her curiosity to save her life, the story probably wouldn't happen.
Shawn (Older than ??): Elise's brother. Used to be nice and great and liek awesome!!! :3 But nao he is all sirius and kinda mean. >: I tink it might have something to do wif teh operation the polices did on his bran. D':
Norman (also older than ??): The secretary at the police sation. A lavender fog of gayness surrounds him. It is so thick you need a diamond-tipped drill to cut it.
Toma Rogue (Much older than ??): A villian in the tradition of HamEgg and Beck. Initially incompetent, but as soon as you let your guard down, BAM! They pull a high-powered rifle/Super robot/ time machine out of their ass. (Bad visual, I know. And I apologize.
Lucien and Ed: Toadies. Way older than much older than ??. One is obsessed with shiny things. One is senile. It is hard to tell the difference between them.
Saxon (Around ??): Detective Mustachio from Metropolis... but not. But basically, they're interchangeable. Obligatory love intrest.
Rafter (also around ??): Atlas from Metropolis... but not. Where am I coming up with these names?
THE STAGE IS SET
Plot: Boy, Elise's brother certainly has been acting strange latley. It couldn't possibly have anything to do with the operation the police station he and Elise are working at is begining to require! Still, Elise, you'd better quit and move into an apartment near an underground crime base and next to a precoicous youngster just to be safe. Now, for no reason, the villians decide to use a time machine and indecriminatley bring Saxon into the future. He runs away, because right now they've decided to be incompetent. :3 Hey Saxon! You better run in a frenzy into Elise's apartment complex and have a fated meeting with her! (Don't forget to fall in wuv... :>) Now, we've got to stop Dakota from stealing, break up a crime syndicate and figure out what the police station did to Shawn's brain in the remaining two chapters? WHAT.
What's Rafter doing during all this...? Acting cool and being troubled, I guess. :\
EXCERPT, BEE-OTCHES!
Disappointed, she unfolded the paper. It
was an address.
Apartment
Complex 15
District
K
Room
58
New
Metro City, NY
That was the apartment complex she
jogged past every day! What could it be about? This thought occupied her mind
until she came jogging through the spinning door of the stately police
building, a shining tower of glass windows and futuristic architecture. Her red
heels clicked rhythmically upon the marble floor, dotted with mother of pearl
signs. She followed the swirling,
luminescent arrow that led her to the offices.
Shawn
was waiting for her. He was assigned to be a guard today.
"Brother!"
She shouted, wrapping her arms around him happily.
"Elise.
Stop. I'm at work."
"Oh,"
She was pushed back sadly and firmly. "I forgot, sorry... uh... captain."
Shawn
stepped back and gave her a quick salute. She saluted back, and walked through
the door to her office. Ever since he had become a captain and went through the...
operation, he had been different. "...I-it doesn't matter though. He's still my
brother." She muttered as she sat down to her job as a secretary.
THE. END. FINIS. THAT IS THE LAST YOU WILL EVER HEAR FROM THIS STORY.
*Exits Word*
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Strange is the word that comes to mind. Still I know I got similar skeletons in the closet, I just don't dare to dig for them... They might eat me! :)
ZEDR
2008-02-26 10:28:11
...this is better than the story I wrote when I was in 7th grade, which involved half of the characters dying...and then coming back to life. :D There actually may be a good story in there, but you might have to...erm...do some serious editing. Oh well. *gives you a cookie as consolation*
CALAMARI
2008-02-25 12:45:27