Weasels!
Title: Weasels!
Fandom: None
Rating: PG for end of universe
Notes: In creative writing club, we were given a certain amount of time to write a stream-of-consciousness sort of deal, and this is what I came up with.
Summary: A peek inside my brain, really. Green pandas! Existential physics jokes!
Warning: inside jokes; lack of editing, punctuation, clarity, sanity
Weasels! She said with a sigh. It’s always weasels!
Or the slingshot effect, he added.
The TV gave a squack as the movie fight escalated. “Ooh, right in the spleen,” she said, wincing (the night away?)
Smashing Pumpkins. No, The Shins, right?
What? The artist. This song.
Oh, I thought it was Green Day.
Hardly.
The credits roll. What next? Something with ships. Master and Commander? Not enough eyeliner. No, we saw PotC last night. but! Pretty swords guys! or we could do Xmen. Superpowers? and the chick with the white hair. Halle Berry.
WHEN SUDDENLY, the laws of Physics were inexplicably repealed! Well that’s inconvenient, she said as the universe disintegrated. And somewhere in the celestial otherworld, God cursed as he realized he’d written himself into a corner.
Of course, the only thing to do was to collapse the universe and start again. It wouldn’t be too hard, he still remembered the universal constants that worked last time. However, he thought that if he changed a couple digits around, added a 3, he could make pandas green. he’d always wanted green pandas. That, and an iBook. he wondered if making pandas green would somehow mean that iBooks would never get developed. The possibility was depressing. at the moment, he was running on Windows NT. Which, a cynical observer might point out, explained a lot of shit.
Fandom: None
Rating: PG for end of universe
Notes: In creative writing club, we were given a certain amount of time to write a stream-of-consciousness sort of deal, and this is what I came up with.
Summary: A peek inside my brain, really. Green pandas! Existential physics jokes!
Warning: inside jokes; lack of editing, punctuation, clarity, sanity
Weasels! She said with a sigh. It’s always weasels!
Or the slingshot effect, he added.
The TV gave a squack as the movie fight escalated. “Ooh, right in the spleen,” she said, wincing (the night away?)
Smashing Pumpkins. No, The Shins, right?
What? The artist. This song.
Oh, I thought it was Green Day.
Hardly.
The credits roll. What next? Something with ships. Master and Commander? Not enough eyeliner. No, we saw PotC last night. but! Pretty swords guys! or we could do Xmen. Superpowers? and the chick with the white hair. Halle Berry.
WHEN SUDDENLY, the laws of Physics were inexplicably repealed! Well that’s inconvenient, she said as the universe disintegrated. And somewhere in the celestial otherworld, God cursed as he realized he’d written himself into a corner.
Of course, the only thing to do was to collapse the universe and start again. It wouldn’t be too hard, he still remembered the universal constants that worked last time. However, he thought that if he changed a couple digits around, added a 3, he could make pandas green. he’d always wanted green pandas. That, and an iBook. he wondered if making pandas green would somehow mean that iBooks would never get developed. The possibility was depressing. at the moment, he was running on Windows NT. Which, a cynical observer might point out, explained a lot of shit.