Feb 09, 2011 16:44
I WROTE THIS IN CLASS TODAY SO I'M POSTING IT ON MY LJ.
This is the story of John. It's cheesy and a first draft and probably not very good, but if anyone has feedback, that's cool too. Just leeeeaving this here. I know some of it isn't technically the same as it was in the comic, such as where the cakes in John's room are located, but I don't mind at this point. So, uh, here.
Sburb
At age thirteen, John was much too old
for monster suits and make believe
and instead, wished for video games,
the movie Con Air, and Nic Cage’s dirty shirt.
For his birthday, his father had gotten him a clown -
a stuffed harlequin - that sat on the couch,
grinning at him madly.
Dad was in the kitchen
baking cake for his son’s special day.
John was hiding in his room,
snacking on glorious gushers
and ignoring the two cakes
his father had already given him
and put on his bed.
John Egbert was a normal kid,
who pestered his friends Dave,
Rose and Jade,
who were all a little less
normal than he was
but he didn’t mind.
For his birthday, what he wanted most
was Sburb. The newest video game
his friend Dave had already received.
What John didn’t know
was that while his father baked,
and obsessed over clowns,
there was a small package
waiting in the car
that would change his life
change his world
his universe
forever.
Edit number 1, 2: check.
fuckin john,
the troll word for enemy is the same as ,
poetry is my enemy,
homestuck