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Guys... guys... I have the best idea. Imagine

  • Guys... guys... I have the best idea. Imagine if instead of going to, like, school, we
  • dropped out and became those guys that test out helmets to see how well they work. We could start our own helmet- testing business and make a mint! Here, take this one and
  • drive a moped into that wall. Don't question it, just do it.
  • Simon looked at him expectantly. Well, whatever Simon says... so I drove my moped into the wall, or platform rather - Platform Nine and Three Quarters.
  • and nearly crashed into an enormous tree. "What the.." I pulled the brake and had a look around. Where was the train station? Where was Simon? A strange creature loomed over me.
  • I froze in fear. After crying for a few minutes I turned around and left, horror stories aren't for me I tell yah. I feel bad for Simon though, too bad I had to leave him.
  • "But Simon didn't say you dirty wombat, oh no he didn't SAY!" The voice echoed in the haunted house. Or my head? Crap, am I in a horror story?
  • "No," said the booming voice/narrator (maybe?), "You're not in a horror story, you're in romantic comedy parody that sometimes pretends to be a horror story."
  • I ignored the the narrator's voice because I knew I couldn't trust him. After all, look at how this story's turned out. If I could go back and change a few things
  • And fold this story with a solid ending, great. The art of folding stories is acquired, like drinking green smoothies or prune juice. Practise makes perfect, they say, and I agree.

1 Comments

  1. mojozu May 03 2016 @ 14:51

    This is just full of wisdom and good advise.

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