Alright, so my story was just so incredibly stupid and ridiculous, I just had to post it. xD
In my freshman physics class we were assigned a prompt.
It said: "Individually, or in a group of two, choose a superhero or TV character and think about how that person (or being) uses momentum. Once you have a few ideas, on a separate sheet of paper, complete one of the following:
1) Write a description about how the being you chose uses momentum,
2) Make a poem or a song about how the being you chose uses momentum, or
3) Write a story that involves the being you chose using momentum.
Your written submission should be at least two-thirds of a page on length."
Well, of course I decided to write the story. Why wouldn't I, right? This just shows how little I actually know about Superman. It makes no sense at all except for the fact that Superman is in it.
But, hey, for being written at 11:30 P.M., I'd say its not too bad. :D Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Superman.
Superman walked down the familiar street of his neighborhood. It seemed like the day would be just like any other day. Yeah, he was wrong.
He turned the corner and ran straight into a man in a black trench coat. Superman's body was so dense, and had so much mass, the black trench coat man flew back twenty meters in one second.
"Oh," Superman said, clearly startled. "I'm sorry." He jogged over to the spot where the man had landed and pulled him to his feet. He apologized again before continuing on his way.
Now, before we can continue with Superman's tale, we have to understand something.
He is so dense, and has so much mass, he can deflect bullets. The bullets would ricochet right off of him. Their direction and speed would change (the velocity) after coming in contact with him. This would be the momentum.
Continuing on...later that day...
Superman was on his way home from shopping for groceries. He had really wanted to make a tasty Togo's sandwich for dinner, but he didn't have the right supplies. As he turned the last corner to his house, he felt something. It felt like someone was repeatedly poking him in the back. Turning slightly, Superman caught a glimpse of the black trench coat man. The man was angry that he had been knocked down, so he was shooting at Superman. He knew it would do him no harm, considering how dense he was, but it must have been annoying.
Superman continued on his way home like nothing was happening. The black trench coat man seemed disappointed that his revenge had not gone as planned.
Too late now, he thought. Superman was already inside.
The end!
I am a terribly terrible person...I can never seem to post things when I say I will. I was going to post this on Halloween as a gift, and because that is when this was due. I swear I will try harder to post chapters and stories on time...Like updating Morgarath's Brother...
R & R Please!
HAPPY LATE HALLOWEEN! :):):)