Fantasy
Walter Duncan sat down on his giant blue beanbag, his newest book 'The Black Wizard' tightly clutched in his hand. As soon as he sat he opened the book and started to read, that is until one small hand appeared through the page and tightened around his neck," MUM HELP MEEEEEE!" he managed to shout out before he was pulled into the page.
He suddenly dropped through the other end of the page into a large, velvet lined room with 1 door and a small man in the center. With a very dull and bored voice he said," welcome to the entrance between worlds." Strangely after he said this his head spun around to a happier and more enthusiastic face and then continued his small speech," I pulled you through the portal so you, yes you can save the parallel wooo-oorld, so on you go through that door there," he said in a voice very similar to a game show host. The man stepped behind Walter and started to try and push him through the door," well come on son, we don't have all day." The man said, and with a final spurt of energy pushed him through the door.As he was forced through the door Walter passed out, his knees buckling beneath him.
When Walter woke, all he could remember was a large thump as he hit the ground and nothing else. As carefully as he could he stood up and looked around, the room he was in had strange sticks with carvings on them, hundreds of books and a mirror... "hang on" he thought as he looked in the mirror and saw his clump of black hair and pale skin, but they weren't the things that felt strange to him it was the black robe and purple stick on a belt sort of thing that he had on which stood out.At that very moment an old men, in clothes much like his own, stepped through the door." So your finally awake are you, y-you young wipper snapper. Anyway now that your up you can explain your sorry wizard butt why your in my house."
Well I hope you like it and if its boring now it will get better later
Walter Duncan sat down on his giant blue beanbag, his newest book 'The Black Wizard' tightly clutched in his hand. As soon as he sat he opened the book and started to read, that is until one small hand appeared through the page and tightened around his neck," MUM HELP MEEEEEE!" he managed to shout out before he was pulled into the page.
He suddenly dropped through the other end of the page into a large, velvet lined room with 1 door and a small man in the center. With a very dull and bored voice he said," welcome to the entrance between worlds." Strangely after he said this his head spun around to a happier and more enthusiastic face and then continued his small speech," I pulled you through the portal so you, yes you can save the parallel wooo-oorld, so on you go through that door there," he said in a voice very similar to a game show host. The man stepped behind Walter and started to try and push him through the door," well come on son, we don't have all day." The man said, and with a final spurt of energy pushed him through the door.As he was forced through the door Walter passed out, his knees buckling beneath him.
When Walter woke, all he could remember was a large thump as he hit the ground and nothing else. As carefully as he could he stood up and looked around, the room he was in had strange sticks with carvings on them, hundreds of books and a mirror... "hang on" he thought as he looked in the mirror and saw his clump of black hair and pale skin, but they weren't the things that felt strange to him it was the black robe and purple stick on a belt sort of thing that he had on which stood out.At that very moment an old men, in clothes much like his own, stepped through the door." So your finally awake are you, y-you young wipper snapper. Anyway now that your up you can explain your sorry wizard butt why your in my house."
Well I hope you like it and if its boring now it will get better later
Again I own absolutely nothing, and I do hope you smile laugh and get inspired because those are just wonderful feelings and it's the purpose of all of this.
Enjoy!
I have twenty pairs of X-His from the Converse store next door, all pink. Okay, okay, see? I'm not normal. And that's not the end of it.
I have thirty T-shirts that say Sheep Vampires Rock on them. Yeah, I love the horror movie "Sheep Vampires." It's filled with sheep that get tortured and wake up at midnight only to turn into sheep vampires that suck the blood out of their shepherds. It's rated R, but my parents never notice. I bet they don't even know there's a rating system. Lucky for me.
So, this morning, I woke up, when my glass of Coke left from an year ago shimmered. A misty face appeared.
"Jonas...come here to me...or you shall suffer the consequences...like your precious ancestors," the woman screamed.
Was it my imagination...or did I get sucked into my glass of Coke?
Jonas's glass of Coke
