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STORY TIME!!!!!!!!
I'm going to tell you the story that I wrote for science class today. The assignment was to write a scary story that involved electricity. so...
A box of chocolate sat on the coffee table, next to a tube of chapstick. Had the calculator lying abandoned on the floor bothered to calculate the odds of this event, it would have found them to be approximatle 1987786312009845710 to pi. Unfortunatly, it was a rather lazy and arrogant calculator who couldn't be bothered by such trivialities, which is a shame, because it is a fact that would have been of great intrest to the twin set of plugs on the opposite wall.
Now the interesting thing about these plugs is that they were lonely little plugs, for they had nothing plugged into them. All day long they would sit there and fantasize about glamorous lamps with gossamer lamp shades, and hope that one day, something so beautiful would be plugged into them.
It later became a fad to write fanfics involving these two plugs and various other object, including each other (which was quite a popular OTP at one point). Sadly, this never occured, and they remained lonely for quite some time. They were all alone until one day new people moved into the house and plugged a lamp and a stereo into them. But this is, of course, a different story.
So, getting back to the original story here, there was this box of chocolate just sitting there. One day as the little chocolates were in the midst of a deep, philosophical discussion on the meaning of life when all of a sudden the lid opened and the light spilled in. The little chocolates were scared and bewildered, for they had never seen light before. They thought that it might be coming for them. But it was not the light that they had to fear.
What will happen to these brave little chocolates? Tune into the next paragraph to find out.
A something reached into the box and pulled out the coconut filled dark chocolate. As it vanished above the horizon with a crunch and the sound of vigorous chewing, the little chocolates wimpered and quivered in their papers.
The next day, as they were mourning the loss of their dark, coconut-filled friend, the box opened once again. They began to tremble uncontrollably, wondering who would be next. Today the somethingreached in and grabbed the milk chocolate with caramel filling. The milk chocolate with caramel filling's beloved, the milk chocolate with rasberry liquer clung to its love, and so they both dissapeared with a crunch-munch sound.
By now the little chocolates were quite distressed, and it only became worse as one by one they dissapeared with a crunch-munch. The milk chocolate with with almonds, the dark chocolate with mint creme, the solid dark and milk chocolates, the milk chocolate with wiskey, and even the dark chocolate with peanut butter all dissapeared one at a time until only the milk chocolate with the sticky nougat was left.
It knew that it was next. There was no avoiding the Unavoidable.
But the next day came, and the something didn't. And again the next day. The weeks passed, but the something never came for the little milk chocolate with nougat filling, so the poor little dear was left all alone in the box to rot away.
And he did.
Nobody noticed that the tube of chapstick was suspiciously fatter than it had previously been.
so...review. It's nothing serious. It's just meant to be a weird little story because I was bored, and I had a bad case of writer's block.
I'm going to tell you the story that I wrote for science class today. The assignment was to write a scary story that involved electricity. so...
A box of chocolate sat on the coffee table, next to a tube of chapstick. Had the calculator lying abandoned on the floor bothered to calculate the odds of this event, it would have found them to be approximatle 1987786312009845710 to pi. Unfortunatly, it was a rather lazy and arrogant calculator who couldn't be bothered by such trivialities, which is a shame, because it is a fact that would have been of great intrest to the twin set of plugs on the opposite wall.
Now the interesting thing about these plugs is that they were lonely little plugs, for they had nothing plugged into them. All day long they would sit there and fantasize about glamorous lamps with gossamer lamp shades, and hope that one day, something so beautiful would be plugged into them.
It later became a fad to write fanfics involving these two plugs and various other object, including each other (which was quite a popular OTP at one point). Sadly, this never occured, and they remained lonely for quite some time. They were all alone until one day new people moved into the house and plugged a lamp and a stereo into them. But this is, of course, a different story.
So, getting back to the original story here, there was this box of chocolate just sitting there. One day as the little chocolates were in the midst of a deep, philosophical discussion on the meaning of life when all of a sudden the lid opened and the light spilled in. The little chocolates were scared and bewildered, for they had never seen light before. They thought that it might be coming for them. But it was not the light that they had to fear.
What will happen to these brave little chocolates? Tune into the next paragraph to find out.
A something reached into the box and pulled out the coconut filled dark chocolate. As it vanished above the horizon with a crunch and the sound of vigorous chewing, the little chocolates wimpered and quivered in their papers.
The next day, as they were mourning the loss of their dark, coconut-filled friend, the box opened once again. They began to tremble uncontrollably, wondering who would be next. Today the somethingreached in and grabbed the milk chocolate with caramel filling. The milk chocolate with caramel filling's beloved, the milk chocolate with rasberry liquer clung to its love, and so they both dissapeared with a crunch-munch sound.
By now the little chocolates were quite distressed, and it only became worse as one by one they dissapeared with a crunch-munch. The milk chocolate with with almonds, the dark chocolate with mint creme, the solid dark and milk chocolates, the milk chocolate with wiskey, and even the dark chocolate with peanut butter all dissapeared one at a time until only the milk chocolate with the sticky nougat was left.
It knew that it was next. There was no avoiding the Unavoidable.
But the next day came, and the something didn't. And again the next day. The weeks passed, but the something never came for the little milk chocolate with nougat filling, so the poor little dear was left all alone in the box to rot away.
And he did.
Nobody noticed that the tube of chapstick was suspiciously fatter than it had previously been.
so...review. It's nothing serious. It's just meant to be a weird little story because I was bored, and I had a bad case of writer's block.