There once was a zombie. His name was Freddie. He didn't like brains, not one bit. Freddie was more of a heart person. He was fascinated by how the heart beats and circulates blood through the living's bodies.
Since Freddie didn't like brains, he was exiled by the Zombie Council. He was to roam the tundra of Canada, since no one likes the cold of Canada. Freddie roamed the tundra, he found a hut and in that hut was a man. He was an old man, his hair were turning into icicles. Freddie knocked on the window, the man jumped and his heart skipped a beat. The zombie opened the door, walking over to the man. He pointed to his chest to where his heart would be. The old man just laid there, horrified. Freddie pointed to the old man's chest. The old man scurried away, into a corner.
Freddie didn't understand what the man was doing. He shuffled over to the man, grabbing a knife that was on a counter above the old man. Freddie cut a heart into the old man's chest were is heart was suppose to be. He plunged his hand into the man's chest and grabbed the heart. It was beating slowly.
Forever, Mister Owl
ps- I'm sorry, it's kind of gruesome and really short. It's just something on my mind right now. Good night.
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Tuesday, April 14, 2009
The Tree That Smiled
There once was a tree, it was a big tree, on a hill. The leaves were green except in an area that revealed two black lines and a black curved line to look like a smile. This tree was called the tree that smiled to teenagers who came to make out and have sex on the hill. It was alone on this hill, around the bottom of the hill were loads of trees.
The tree had an elf, yes an elf, living in it. He was the reason the tree was so happy. If the elf was happy, the tree was happy. The elf was an old one, it was resting in the tree for about three hundred years. His family had lived in these woods for thousands of years.
A contractor came to size up the trees for a new housing development, and thought to keep the hill as it was except to add a jungle gym so kids could play. He had it all planned, cut down the woods and build the houses, and add the park. Not knowing about the elf, and how he'd react to this modernization of the woods that had been here for a long time.
Three odd some month later, the building had started. Loud noise had awoken the elf from ten month slumber. He was grouchy, very unpleased. The small old elf climbed from his hole and onto a branch. The elf's wrinkled green skin and beady black eyes were practically invisible in the tree. He had a brown beard, and was balding. The elf let out a low growl as it saw it's families' homes from over the century vanishing. He crawled back into his tree. Mad.
The tree's green leaves started to turn as red as fire, the curved black line started to curve downward. The elf sat in his hole, plotting an evil plan.
On the last month of construction, the plan went underway. The tree started to move. It pulled it's roots out to make legs and feet. The tree started to go to the construction sites, grabbing people and throwing them. It did this for several hours.
The tree went back to the hill, and put it's roots back into the ground. The elf crawled out, chanting something as it went along the houses. The houses turned into trees, and more trees started to grow. He went back to his tree, and slept.
The tree's leaves and smile turned back to normal. It stayed that way forever.
Forever, Mister Owl
The tree had an elf, yes an elf, living in it. He was the reason the tree was so happy. If the elf was happy, the tree was happy. The elf was an old one, it was resting in the tree for about three hundred years. His family had lived in these woods for thousands of years.
A contractor came to size up the trees for a new housing development, and thought to keep the hill as it was except to add a jungle gym so kids could play. He had it all planned, cut down the woods and build the houses, and add the park. Not knowing about the elf, and how he'd react to this modernization of the woods that had been here for a long time.
Three odd some month later, the building had started. Loud noise had awoken the elf from ten month slumber. He was grouchy, very unpleased. The small old elf climbed from his hole and onto a branch. The elf's wrinkled green skin and beady black eyes were practically invisible in the tree. He had a brown beard, and was balding. The elf let out a low growl as it saw it's families' homes from over the century vanishing. He crawled back into his tree. Mad.
The tree's green leaves started to turn as red as fire, the curved black line started to curve downward. The elf sat in his hole, plotting an evil plan.
On the last month of construction, the plan went underway. The tree started to move. It pulled it's roots out to make legs and feet. The tree started to go to the construction sites, grabbing people and throwing them. It did this for several hours.
The tree went back to the hill, and put it's roots back into the ground. The elf crawled out, chanting something as it went along the houses. The houses turned into trees, and more trees started to grow. He went back to his tree, and slept.
The tree's leaves and smile turned back to normal. It stayed that way forever.
Forever, Mister Owl
Monday, April 13, 2009
Introductions
Hello, I will go as Mister Owl on this site. Not revealing my true identity till a later date.
I have problems sleeping sometimes, so I'm creating this blog to release my creativity when I'm half asleep at the night.
Each story will either be short or long, it depends.
I could do more convention methods, like listen to music or just stop thinking about random things.
Forever, Mister Owl.
ps- I know there is a quite similarity between Owl City and I, but I beg you not to point that out. I realize this. I respect Adam Young. And also, I know that eatmewhileimhot! use to be called mister owl. So don't point out the obvious.
pss- Any pictures used on this, either I took or I asked someone if I could use them.
I have problems sleeping sometimes, so I'm creating this blog to release my creativity when I'm half asleep at the night.
Each story will either be short or long, it depends.
I could do more convention methods, like listen to music or just stop thinking about random things.
Forever, Mister Owl.
ps- I know there is a quite similarity between Owl City and I, but I beg you not to point that out. I realize this. I respect Adam Young. And also, I know that eatmewhileimhot! use to be called mister owl. So don't point out the obvious.
pss- Any pictures used on this, either I took or I asked someone if I could use them.
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