The Next Day the Ed Stood Still
(The day the Ed stood still 2)
After 2 years of that fateful day, Double D could still remember it very well. It wasn't supposed to happen that way. Double D believed he had no one to blame but himself for that day. He made the suit. He made Ed's twisted mind turn him into the Psychotic Creature that terrorized the cul- de-sac. The creature took its victims. Thankfully no one was seriously hurt that time. But that was last time. They all thought the psychotic thought were wiped away from Ed's Brain. But Double D knew that one-day, Ed would snap again. His Brain would make the creature comeback without warning. All knew he was normal after that...wasn't he?
Peach Creek Estates was quietly at slumber despite the raging thunderstorm outside. The rain was slamming the windows of the cul-de-sac. The lightning was flashing with fury. The Thunder screaming with anger.
Crackle BOOM!
Double D screamed as he awoke from his deep sleep, due to the storm. He looked around in the darkness. He felt uneasy because of the storm.
Boom crackle Boom
He shivered with fear. He never had been so scared. Out of all the things the 3 boys did (Breaking the law, Scamming, Lying, etc.) Double D never felt so scared in his life. Except when Ed was loose. The hideous look was of that costume. The menacing yell that Ed gave. The danger he put in the whole society of Peach Creek Estates.
Double D turned the lamp on near his clock. He slowly got up from his "Sack", and walked toward the window. He listened and watched the thunder. He didn't feel scared anymore. He watched the brilliant flashes of white light from the high reaches of the heavens. The quick pattering of the liquid drops.
"My" he said, "what a horrible storm. I certainly feel sorry for Rolf's livestock. I hope there safe, and what of the others. Ed doesn't have to put up with this. He lives in a basement. Why: he'd sleep right through this monstrosity."
He kept staring at the rain. Then he noticed his 70 page one-subject notebook on his desk. He stepped away from his window and to his desk. He switched his lamp on There and started his wrighting once he opened his notebook.
The Theoretical Philosophy on the Imagination of
The Human Mind and its Works
By
Edward Sholshlack
The Human Brain is an amazing puzzle of various chemicals, and machinery, that we now have just vaguely come to understand. It has been said that the average human uses but one half of his own brain. That side can consist of a mathematical genius in Knowledge or it can consist of so much creativity, imagination and the gifted ability to look at the world differently. After Knowing so little, we can only vastly tap into the mysteries of the human brain. The brain works in many odd ways that one can not describe. One example that which I know of is a young child name Ed. The consistency of him using his brain for knowledgeable resources is very, very rare on many occasions. His brain has been corrupt by the brain that sparks imagination. Proof of this is as follows:
Living underground isolated from the world in a basement.
An obsession with constinusly watching Classical Horror movies
A loving of for the species of Poultry
An overactive imagination (some on such occasions to make himself believe that he himself is actually a monster.)
When Double D wrote the monster, all those thoughts surged through his head again. The past was replaying itself in Double Ds' Head. First the costume. Then the escape, then the chunky puffs then the abductions. It all raced passed Double Ds' mind.. He then looked to his left, and saw the drawing Ed made. It was Zorba! The 3 headed mutant dragon slowly menacing Rolf from that one time Ed, Edd, and Eddy held the photo scam. It even sent more dark shivers and thoughts to Double D.
Boom! Boom! BOOM!
Double D jumped from his seat as his chair tipped over behind him. He quickly regained his sanity. "Well..." he said, "I guess I should be getting to bed. Mother always said a good nights sleep is needed."
BOOM BOOM! Crackle....
"Oh dear...."
After 2 years of that fateful day, Double D could still remember it very well. It wasn't supposed to happen that way. Double D believed he had no one to blame but himself for that day. He made the suit. He made Ed's twisted mind turn him into the Psychotic Creature that terrorized the cul- de-sac. The creature took its victims. Thankfully no one was seriously hurt that time. But that was last time. They all thought the psychotic thought were wiped away from Ed's Brain. But Double D knew that one-day, Ed would snap again. His Brain would make the creature comeback without warning. All knew he was normal after that...wasn't he?
Peach Creek Estates was quietly at slumber despite the raging thunderstorm outside. The rain was slamming the windows of the cul-de-sac. The lightning was flashing with fury. The Thunder screaming with anger.
Crackle BOOM!
Double D screamed as he awoke from his deep sleep, due to the storm. He looked around in the darkness. He felt uneasy because of the storm.
Boom crackle Boom
He shivered with fear. He never had been so scared. Out of all the things the 3 boys did (Breaking the law, Scamming, Lying, etc.) Double D never felt so scared in his life. Except when Ed was loose. The hideous look was of that costume. The menacing yell that Ed gave. The danger he put in the whole society of Peach Creek Estates.
Double D turned the lamp on near his clock. He slowly got up from his "Sack", and walked toward the window. He listened and watched the thunder. He didn't feel scared anymore. He watched the brilliant flashes of white light from the high reaches of the heavens. The quick pattering of the liquid drops.
"My" he said, "what a horrible storm. I certainly feel sorry for Rolf's livestock. I hope there safe, and what of the others. Ed doesn't have to put up with this. He lives in a basement. Why: he'd sleep right through this monstrosity."
He kept staring at the rain. Then he noticed his 70 page one-subject notebook on his desk. He stepped away from his window and to his desk. He switched his lamp on There and started his wrighting once he opened his notebook.
The Theoretical Philosophy on the Imagination of
The Human Mind and its Works
By
Edward Sholshlack
The Human Brain is an amazing puzzle of various chemicals, and machinery, that we now have just vaguely come to understand. It has been said that the average human uses but one half of his own brain. That side can consist of a mathematical genius in Knowledge or it can consist of so much creativity, imagination and the gifted ability to look at the world differently. After Knowing so little, we can only vastly tap into the mysteries of the human brain. The brain works in many odd ways that one can not describe. One example that which I know of is a young child name Ed. The consistency of him using his brain for knowledgeable resources is very, very rare on many occasions. His brain has been corrupt by the brain that sparks imagination. Proof of this is as follows:
Living underground isolated from the world in a basement.
An obsession with constinusly watching Classical Horror movies
A loving of for the species of Poultry
An overactive imagination (some on such occasions to make himself believe that he himself is actually a monster.)
When Double D wrote the monster, all those thoughts surged through his head again. The past was replaying itself in Double Ds' Head. First the costume. Then the escape, then the chunky puffs then the abductions. It all raced passed Double Ds' mind.. He then looked to his left, and saw the drawing Ed made. It was Zorba! The 3 headed mutant dragon slowly menacing Rolf from that one time Ed, Edd, and Eddy held the photo scam. It even sent more dark shivers and thoughts to Double D.
Boom! Boom! BOOM!
Double D jumped from his seat as his chair tipped over behind him. He quickly regained his sanity. "Well..." he said, "I guess I should be getting to bed. Mother always said a good nights sleep is needed."
BOOM BOOM! Crackle....
"Oh dear...."