Welcome to The World According to Homestar, a collection of short stories with one common link - they're about everyone's favourite athlete, Homestar Runner himself. Often they're written from his point of view, and almost always they are very, very short. Hopefully they can give you a quick break in your day and a smile on the side.
I'm fairly sure the following story is the first fanfic I wrote, or at least the first I consciously considered to be one. Really jumpy and kind of lame, but admittedly one of the better ones of the lot. That probably doesn't bode well for future chapters.
Written 2006/2007, age 11-12.
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As he ran, he thought to himself.
About... things. Like the scenery. The scenery was nice, with the bushes and grass and sky and... those clouds looked like bread.
Bread was nice. It was fluffy. Clouds were fluffy. Why hadn't anyone noticed before?
What if they had noticed, but hadn't said so? What if you could see someone's thoughts in a pixellated thought bubble above their head, like in those video games? That would be cool, but sometimes they might think something you didn't need to know, and that would be embarrassing.
... Mario was a fun game. And so was Clapping Party, but that got boring when it was the only game you were allowed to access. Strong Bad hadn't seemed very impressed about that.
Why did Strong Bad want to play all those R18 games, anyway? Those were bad games. Strong Bad was a bad guy. Bad games, bad guy. It made sense, if you thought about it that way.
He'd never liked criminals, but Strong Bad was different. Strong Bad was his friend. But was he a friend, or a criminal? Maybe both, but that would make him friends with a criminal. He didn't like the sound of that.
What if someday he just went up to Strong Bad and said, "hey man, I don't like that you're a criminal, so should we stop being friends?" That would be mean, and he wasn't a mean person. Criminals were mean people, though, and did that cancel out? Did it suddenly make being mean not-mean anymore?
Homestar blinked. At some point during his thoughts he'd stopped running... that wouldn't do, he had places to be. And so he started running again.
The scenery was nice...