Chuck with another story to tell
Okay. I figured I'd let Joe's fantasmic story sink in; it was a real knockout. Hardy har har. And Roldan, the comment you left was the icing on the cake, man.
So here's the deal. I typed up the first portion of this story over break and it's currently on my computer at home anyhow, so here's the background info. The characters are in class, and their teacher makes a comment about how parents tell their kids not to swing all the way around on a swing set, or else they'll turn inside out. It's a little myth, you know? And actually, I think there's a show on Nickelodeon about inside out boy or something. I dunno, Robin mentioned it to me when I told her about the plot. Anyhow, the character decide to pursue the myth to prove it right or wrong. That should be all you need to know. Let me know if you think of what I have so far, and if it's a good cliff-hanger. Thanks for reading, and good night all.
We approached the swing set, rusted and creaking in the autumn breeze. The metal chains with the black rubber seats looked desolate in the warm, fall weather. Leaves that had fallen from the trees coated the ground, giving a rustle to our step. The gloom of the surroundings had seeped into my bones. “Are you guys sure you want to do this now?”
“I’ve been looking forward to this all day,” said Andrew.
“Yeah, I’m not going to lie,” confessed Joe, “I have been too.”
“What if you really do turn inside out? You’ll most certainly die…”
“You don’t really believe that, do you?” asked Joe.
“Well, I kind of do,” said Andrew.
“I don’t quite believe it, but I doubt anything good can come of this, whether it be falling off a swing, injury, or trespassing,” I said.
“Well, there’s only one way to find out then, huh?” said Joe.
“I guess,” said Andrew, timidly.
“Alright then,” I said. “Lets do this thing.”
“Alright!” said Joe.
“Alright,” said Andrew, just as cautiously as before.
We approached the swing set, standing side by side one another, cold in fear, and frozen in thought. “Andrew began to pale, while Joe began running his hands together, in anxious anticipation.
“Okay guys. Lets go one at a time. That way, if anything happens, the other two will be right here to help.” Andrew and Joe quickly agreed. “Good.”
I looked at both of them, my eyes examining each of their states of thought. I knew the answer, but I asked the question anyway. “Who wants to go f…”
“I do,” answered Joe immediately.
“Alright,” I answered, as Joe mounted the middle swing, and began his flight. We gave him a push start, and as he went higher and higher, Andrew and I just stood back to watch his impending fate. Higher and higher, until the frame for which he was anchored around was no longer the highest aspect of the swing set. Several minutes passed, as Andrew and I just stared at Joe.
“Guys,” he yelled, “I can’t go any higher. It’s impossible.”
We walked closer to his active swing, analyzing the situation. “I think we need to do this manually,” I stated.
“What do you mean?” asked Joe.
“Stop swinging,” I called to him. “Andrew, help me up here.” Andrew walked across the leaves to give me a boost on a swing. I stood upon it, and swung myself near the swing on my right until I could unlatch it from the crossbeam. “Andrew, do the same from the other side.”
“Okay,” Andrew called, as he mounted the swing one over from the one I stood on, and swung himself to the same swing I was working on.
“Unlatch the swing from the crossbeam,” I ordered.
“Why are we doing this?” he asked.
“You’ll see,” I responded.
“But what’s the purpose?”
“Don’t ask so many questions. You’ll see soon enough.”
We unlatched the swing while Joe slowed the swing he was on and eventually jumped off.
“Chuck, what’s this for?” asked Joe.
“Joe and Andrew, undo another swing, alright? I need one more.”
“Okay,” they replied in near unison. I took one of the ends of the swing I held in my hand, and hooked it on the chain link directly above the seat of the swing Joe had just gotten off of. As I finished doing so, Joe and Andrew handed me the other swing, and I did the same to the other side. “Watch this,” I told them. I threw the two swings I had just latched over the crossbeam, one by one. “Joe, get back on the swing.”
“Uhhhh, oh, okay buddy.” There was a great hesitation in his voice.
“Andrew, grab this one, I’ll grab the other one.” Andrew and I grabbed the two ends. “Joe, in order to do this, you need to stay mounted on the swing, alright? Do your best.”
“You got it buddy,” he said, somewhat reassured.
“Alright, Andrew,” I said, “I need you to pull about as hard as me, and keep Joe level.”
“Okay,” Andrew said. We began to pull him up. The swings acted as a quite successful pulley, and we pulled Joe up very slowly, as he was a rather big guy.
“Chuck, do you want me to help pull myself up using the crossbeam?” asked Joe.
“If you think you can do it without falling off.”
“I’ll give it a swing…”
“Ha, ha, ha,” laughed Andrew sarcastically.
“You’re a funny guy, Joe,” I said. We continued to pull, Joe helping a little bit until we had nearly reached the apex of his journey. “Are you sure you want to do this, Joe?” I asked.
“Hey guys, the worst that’ll happen is that I might fall. It’s no biggie. Let her rip, and I’ll see you on the other side.”
“Okay, Joe,” I called. I looked at Andrew, and Andrew returned the glance. “The worst that’ll happen is that he’ll fall,” I tried to reassure Andrew. Andrew nodded, and we gave the final tug. What happened next, even science can’t explain.
So here's the deal. I typed up the first portion of this story over break and it's currently on my computer at home anyhow, so here's the background info. The characters are in class, and their teacher makes a comment about how parents tell their kids not to swing all the way around on a swing set, or else they'll turn inside out. It's a little myth, you know? And actually, I think there's a show on Nickelodeon about inside out boy or something. I dunno, Robin mentioned it to me when I told her about the plot. Anyhow, the character decide to pursue the myth to prove it right or wrong. That should be all you need to know. Let me know if you think of what I have so far, and if it's a good cliff-hanger. Thanks for reading, and good night all.
We approached the swing set, rusted and creaking in the autumn breeze. The metal chains with the black rubber seats looked desolate in the warm, fall weather. Leaves that had fallen from the trees coated the ground, giving a rustle to our step. The gloom of the surroundings had seeped into my bones. “Are you guys sure you want to do this now?”
“I’ve been looking forward to this all day,” said Andrew.
“Yeah, I’m not going to lie,” confessed Joe, “I have been too.”
“What if you really do turn inside out? You’ll most certainly die…”
“You don’t really believe that, do you?” asked Joe.
“Well, I kind of do,” said Andrew.
“I don’t quite believe it, but I doubt anything good can come of this, whether it be falling off a swing, injury, or trespassing,” I said.
“Well, there’s only one way to find out then, huh?” said Joe.
“I guess,” said Andrew, timidly.
“Alright then,” I said. “Lets do this thing.”
“Alright!” said Joe.
“Alright,” said Andrew, just as cautiously as before.
We approached the swing set, standing side by side one another, cold in fear, and frozen in thought. “Andrew began to pale, while Joe began running his hands together, in anxious anticipation.
“Okay guys. Lets go one at a time. That way, if anything happens, the other two will be right here to help.” Andrew and Joe quickly agreed. “Good.”
I looked at both of them, my eyes examining each of their states of thought. I knew the answer, but I asked the question anyway. “Who wants to go f…”
“I do,” answered Joe immediately.
“Alright,” I answered, as Joe mounted the middle swing, and began his flight. We gave him a push start, and as he went higher and higher, Andrew and I just stood back to watch his impending fate. Higher and higher, until the frame for which he was anchored around was no longer the highest aspect of the swing set. Several minutes passed, as Andrew and I just stared at Joe.
“Guys,” he yelled, “I can’t go any higher. It’s impossible.”
We walked closer to his active swing, analyzing the situation. “I think we need to do this manually,” I stated.
“What do you mean?” asked Joe.
“Stop swinging,” I called to him. “Andrew, help me up here.” Andrew walked across the leaves to give me a boost on a swing. I stood upon it, and swung myself near the swing on my right until I could unlatch it from the crossbeam. “Andrew, do the same from the other side.”
“Okay,” Andrew called, as he mounted the swing one over from the one I stood on, and swung himself to the same swing I was working on.
“Unlatch the swing from the crossbeam,” I ordered.
“Why are we doing this?” he asked.
“You’ll see,” I responded.
“But what’s the purpose?”
“Don’t ask so many questions. You’ll see soon enough.”
We unlatched the swing while Joe slowed the swing he was on and eventually jumped off.
“Chuck, what’s this for?” asked Joe.
“Joe and Andrew, undo another swing, alright? I need one more.”
“Okay,” they replied in near unison. I took one of the ends of the swing I held in my hand, and hooked it on the chain link directly above the seat of the swing Joe had just gotten off of. As I finished doing so, Joe and Andrew handed me the other swing, and I did the same to the other side. “Watch this,” I told them. I threw the two swings I had just latched over the crossbeam, one by one. “Joe, get back on the swing.”
“Uhhhh, oh, okay buddy.” There was a great hesitation in his voice.
“Andrew, grab this one, I’ll grab the other one.” Andrew and I grabbed the two ends. “Joe, in order to do this, you need to stay mounted on the swing, alright? Do your best.”
“You got it buddy,” he said, somewhat reassured.
“Alright, Andrew,” I said, “I need you to pull about as hard as me, and keep Joe level.”
“Okay,” Andrew said. We began to pull him up. The swings acted as a quite successful pulley, and we pulled Joe up very slowly, as he was a rather big guy.
“Chuck, do you want me to help pull myself up using the crossbeam?” asked Joe.
“If you think you can do it without falling off.”
“I’ll give it a swing…”
“Ha, ha, ha,” laughed Andrew sarcastically.
“You’re a funny guy, Joe,” I said. We continued to pull, Joe helping a little bit until we had nearly reached the apex of his journey. “Are you sure you want to do this, Joe?” I asked.
“Hey guys, the worst that’ll happen is that I might fall. It’s no biggie. Let her rip, and I’ll see you on the other side.”
“Okay, Joe,” I called. I looked at Andrew, and Andrew returned the glance. “The worst that’ll happen is that he’ll fall,” I tried to reassure Andrew. Andrew nodded, and we gave the final tug. What happened next, even science can’t explain.