A Parody to End All Parodies
Disclaimer: George Orwell's dead. I don't know who owns his stuff but I sure don't.
Chapter One:
"NO!"
"Are you okay, Winston?" asked Julia.
"Oh, God. I can't believe that was all a dream..."
"What happened?"
"They were here...watching us. In this room. There was a telescreen behind this picture." Winston tore the painting off the wall just to find a couple of cobwebs on the old bricks.
"What else happened?"
"There was a man in a chair. His back was facing me and he was with his servant and a snake. And...ah!" Winston put his hand to his forehead in pain.
"Is it your scar, Winston?"
"No. I have a headache."
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" asked Julia.
"I don't know. What are you thinking?"
"You go first."
"No. You."
"Oh, whatever! I think it was 'You-Know-Who' in your dream."
"No way!"
"Way!"
"You're the cleverest witch of your age!"
"Winston?"
"Yes?"
"I'm not a witch."
"Oh...sorry. My bad."
They sat there for awhile, not saying anything. Then Julia asked, "Winston, what was 'You-Know-Who' talking about in your dream?"
"He was plotting to kill... someone."
"Is there any chance that this someone could possibly have been... you?"
"A very good chance. Have I told you you're the cleverest witch of your age?"
"Have I told you I'm not a witch?"
"Oh...sorry. My bad."
"You do know what this means don't you?"
"No. What?"
"We have to stop him before it's too late!"
"But how?"
"I have a plan..."
A/N- And so ends the first chapter of A Parody to End All Parodies. If you review this, please do not tell me that it's stupid. I already know that. That is the point of a parody: stupidity. If you want to read something serious go read 1984.
And please tell me any other stories you wish me to use in this. (Besides the obvious 1984, Harry Potter, and Lord of the Rings). So long for now.
Disclaimer: George Orwell's dead. I don't know who owns his stuff but I sure don't.
Chapter One:
"NO!"
"Are you okay, Winston?" asked Julia.
"Oh, God. I can't believe that was all a dream..."
"What happened?"
"They were here...watching us. In this room. There was a telescreen behind this picture." Winston tore the painting off the wall just to find a couple of cobwebs on the old bricks.
"What else happened?"
"There was a man in a chair. His back was facing me and he was with his servant and a snake. And...ah!" Winston put his hand to his forehead in pain.
"Is it your scar, Winston?"
"No. I have a headache."
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" asked Julia.
"I don't know. What are you thinking?"
"You go first."
"No. You."
"Oh, whatever! I think it was 'You-Know-Who' in your dream."
"No way!"
"Way!"
"You're the cleverest witch of your age!"
"Winston?"
"Yes?"
"I'm not a witch."
"Oh...sorry. My bad."
They sat there for awhile, not saying anything. Then Julia asked, "Winston, what was 'You-Know-Who' talking about in your dream?"
"He was plotting to kill... someone."
"Is there any chance that this someone could possibly have been... you?"
"A very good chance. Have I told you you're the cleverest witch of your age?"
"Have I told you I'm not a witch?"
"Oh...sorry. My bad."
"You do know what this means don't you?"
"No. What?"
"We have to stop him before it's too late!"
"But how?"
"I have a plan..."
A/N- And so ends the first chapter of A Parody to End All Parodies. If you review this, please do not tell me that it's stupid. I already know that. That is the point of a parody: stupidity. If you want to read something serious go read 1984.
And please tell me any other stories you wish me to use in this. (Besides the obvious 1984, Harry Potter, and Lord of the Rings). So long for now.