Hey Readers! I just kinda whipped this one up out of sheer boredom. I had the idea for a long time, though. Thanks to my pal, Jilene Marr. Check out her work! Funny stuff. Well, read up, fanfic zombies!
Clouds II
Once again, Morton Rainey found himself absent mindedly strolling through Meepsville Park. It was a pleasant day. Partly cloudy, but warm. A perfect day for brainstorming. He wasn't quite making his writing quota. He blamed youth culture...And clowns.
That's not quite the point, though. All one needs to know is that Morton Rainey was in fact at the park. He looked around him. How nice it was today. The sun was shining, the children were frollicking, the birds were singing, and the Chica Girl was lying on her back in the grass. Mort did a double take. What was his only friend doing here. Besides the fact that this was her home town, it was odd to see her just lying about. Especially since she said she was busy when he offerd her a nice boiled corn breakfast! Well! He definately had to point this out to her. And so he went to do so.
"Hm, fancy seeing you here, Chica," Mort began in an accusing tone. "Thought you were previously engaged today." He used big words, hoping to sound smart and just in totally busting his "friend".
"Why my dearest Rainey! It certainly is a surprise!" Chica girl said, mocking her pal. "Indeed I am engaged today. You see, I am looking at the clouds. It's the coolest thing, y'know."
Mort suddenly had a major case of deja vu. "I thought we allready tried this cloud thing," he said. He clearly remembered the day that he tripped over the girl and ended up staring at nonexistent clouds.
As if reading Mort's mind, Chica spoke. "See? There are actually clouds today." With that, she turned her attention skyward. Mort sighed and sat next to her, also looking up. Chica Girl started finding wonderful shaped in the puffy clouds. A duck, a turtle, a windmill, a clown, which wasn't so wonderful, as they are the second most responsible cause for Mort's writer's block. The poor writer was beginning to grow jealous of his friend's imagination and tried to find some shapes for himself.
"Ah, see there? An airplane... oh no. That's not a cloud."
"You're not looking good enough, Rainey. Look over where I'm pointing. See? It's a puppy!"
Mort looked and saw it. "Oh, I see it!" He stared at it and then got a maniacal glint in his eye. "And see above it? A screw driver! And looke it's swinging down on the puppy and into it's head! And there's blood! And the puppy dies, dies, dies, dieee---ack ack!"
Mort's insane rave was cut short by Chica Girl sprinkling up-rooted blades of grass onto his face. "Geez, you really should see someone. That's a bit worrying, Mort. You might be a bit mental."
"Oh, man! I think it's in my eyes. Ah...Up my nose... Nope not in my eyes, that's my glasses. Ahh... my nothse!" The grass covered man was not paying attention to the teen's advise. Chica Girl quietly got up and walked away, completely unnoticed by Mort, who was still gagging on blades of grass. All this getting out in the fresh air and using her imagination was rotting her mind away. She walked home, wondering which video game to play.
Yep, those darn video games and youth culture... And freaking scary clowns. Actually, I've been playing a lot of video games for my standards. Anyone play Champions of Norath? My bro. showed me it and it's fun. but that's beyond the point. Tell me what you thought about the story!