Title: The Shortest Star Wars Fanfiction. Ever
Author: DarkPhoenixBC
Rating: PG
Summary: An idiotic pointing out of what happens all the time in the universe, but the books never point out. We're picking on Luke here. Feel free to MST!
Disclaimer: This story is based up on material created by George Lucas and owned by LucasFilm, Ltd. Credit must also be given to the many authors of the novels pertaining to times before and after the original Star Wars Trilogy.
The story itself may contain references to places, spacecraft, and belief systems from the Star Wars saga. It contains characters created by Lucas and other Star Wars writers. The authors would like to apologize for the desecration of the events, dramatis personae, and actual personalities, both intentional and unintentional, conceived by other writers. In other words, SORRY FOR SCREWING UP YOUR STORIES!
On another note, some people and events were created by me, and I would appreciate it if you asked before taking them. Thanks!
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~A long time ago, in a galaxy far far far away~ (take that Lucass!)
Luke Skywalker stood on a rock. A big rock. Ok, so it was a boulder. And Luke stood on it. But it didn't mind, because compared to some of the things it had been through, being stood on was a nice change. Anyway.
Luke stood on the happy boulder, watching his trainees. They were training. Isn't that nice? He had his cool hood up, and looked very cool. A slight wind blue (grammer!) blew through the air. This was all very dramatic. Especially the hood. It would make a good movie scene. (No, we are NOT pitting for a contract with LucasFilms or anything! Really!)
But suddenly, a different kind of wind blew. But only Luke noticed. He grimaced, blushed, and glanced around to see if anyone had noticed. But of course, no one noticed. They were all too busy training. Except the ones who weren't. And they didn't notice anyway. Not even the rock.boulder.
So Luke relaxed (slightly. He never relaxes all the way.) and farted again. Life went on as usual. In other words, there were a few wars, important people died, someone from The-Dark-Side threatened to take over, etc. Other than that, Luke's flatulation ceased for the time being.
The rock later became part of a ship. But that's another story.
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END! R&R and MST if you want!
Author: DarkPhoenixBC
Rating: PG
Summary: An idiotic pointing out of what happens all the time in the universe, but the books never point out. We're picking on Luke here. Feel free to MST!
Disclaimer: This story is based up on material created by George Lucas and owned by LucasFilm, Ltd. Credit must also be given to the many authors of the novels pertaining to times before and after the original Star Wars Trilogy.
The story itself may contain references to places, spacecraft, and belief systems from the Star Wars saga. It contains characters created by Lucas and other Star Wars writers. The authors would like to apologize for the desecration of the events, dramatis personae, and actual personalities, both intentional and unintentional, conceived by other writers. In other words, SORRY FOR SCREWING UP YOUR STORIES!
On another note, some people and events were created by me, and I would appreciate it if you asked before taking them. Thanks!
*~*~*
~A long time ago, in a galaxy far far far away~ (take that Lucass!)
Luke Skywalker stood on a rock. A big rock. Ok, so it was a boulder. And Luke stood on it. But it didn't mind, because compared to some of the things it had been through, being stood on was a nice change. Anyway.
Luke stood on the happy boulder, watching his trainees. They were training. Isn't that nice? He had his cool hood up, and looked very cool. A slight wind blue (grammer!) blew through the air. This was all very dramatic. Especially the hood. It would make a good movie scene. (No, we are NOT pitting for a contract with LucasFilms or anything! Really!)
But suddenly, a different kind of wind blew. But only Luke noticed. He grimaced, blushed, and glanced around to see if anyone had noticed. But of course, no one noticed. They were all too busy training. Except the ones who weren't. And they didn't notice anyway. Not even the rock.boulder.
So Luke relaxed (slightly. He never relaxes all the way.) and farted again. Life went on as usual. In other words, there were a few wars, important people died, someone from The-Dark-Side threatened to take over, etc. Other than that, Luke's flatulation ceased for the time being.
The rock later became part of a ship. But that's another story.
*~*~*
END! R&R and MST if you want!