Title: The Gray Side
By: Dark Dreamscape
Author's note: I'm very sorry I haven't updated! I can't believe I have a block and it's not even the end of the first week. T^T So, I'm writing this to jog my imagination. Also, I'm calling it the "light side" because I don't know what else to call it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars; I also don't own those posters saying "We have cookies".
Chapter 1: Enough is Enough!
You walk down the street, not paying much attention to your surroundings until a dark black poster catches your interest. It says, "Come to the dark side; we have cookies." Eager to eat delicious chocolate chip cookies that are soft and the chocolate just melts and-BUT WAIT! You see a big bright white poster saying, "Come to the light side; we have cookies and milk!" Shocked at the revelation of chocolate cookies AND milk, you turn around to the place called the 'light side'.
An even shorter time than it took for you to see the bright poster, the big black spot in the middle of brightness is back, this time saying, "Come to the dark side; we have cookies, milk, and a super cool dark cape!" Cookies and milk is one thing, but a super cool cape is a total other ballpark! Turning around for what seems the final time, a bright sign flashes at you like the light at the end of the tunnel. "Come to the light side; we have cookies, milk, the force, and a cool dwarf-er... Jedi who can't speak correct grammar!" Apparently, the thought of a Jedi who can't speak correctly makes curiosity get the better of you; how funny would that be? And also, this is your last decision, no matter what!
For yet another time, the big dark poster is back and changed again: "Come to the dark side; we have cookies, milks, a super cool dark cape, the force, and the best theme music ever!" Theme music? AWESOME! You turn around, but only with an irritated feeling yelling that this will be the last time you turn around.
Before you unconsciously read the words on the blinding light that appears before you in the middle of darkness, you turn and walk a totally different way, fists clenching and saying through clenched teeth, "ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!"
To prevent any more poor people being harassed by which side to join and incentives that are repetitive, you make an organization. An organization called "The gray side".
...And who are you, dear friend? That question, as we all know, is just another one of life's great mysteries.
Okay okay, before you come rushing at me with your flame throwers amped up, just listen to my pathetic explanation! I'll update my other stories, I just have a little tiny block I'm getting rid of by writing this. Okay? Oh, and if anyone know what the "light side" is really called, please tell me by a review or PM. Hope you enjoyed (And yes, I'm going to update now!), later~