Chapter one: An unmotivated Writer

Billy sat at the table and pondered to himself about where the daily pittance was coming from. As he wonderdly bobbed a dead fly on the table, his aunt came in looking like a rainy day in December. "Would ya' like some rat pudding?" She asked in a shrill yet timidly hoarse voice. "No misses dinklestien, i would rather not have rat pudding" He said and left the table, tossing the dead fly off the table, as dead flys are want to do. He stepped out of the doorway, and into oblivion. The street that is. Oblivian street. Its got a really nice shade of purple to it. As he jaywalked onto the road, a passing car emited loud obtrusive noises resembling something like rock and or roll. "Keep it down, ya skanky hooligans!" His neighbor, Dr Nogood yelled out at the car. It seemed that Dr Nogood was in a bit of a temper as he chased down the car in a perpetual flying machine. As billy fell flat onto the sidewalk pondering about pittances and what not, a small rodent just happned to climb aboard his shoulder and start relieving himself on Billys left ear lobe. "Now why would such a Dagbugrit thing have to happen to me?" he wondered whilst the rodent zipped up his fly and left in a hurry. As he tilted his head and let the yellowish liquid seep of his face, he wondered where the daily pittance was going to come from. As he walked down the road, Dr Nogood saundered buy with a smirk on his face and blood all over his bathrobe and chestnut slippers. (If Dr Nogood was to wear anything other than wooden items on his feet, heaven knows what would happen to the daily pittance.) "Whats with all the smut on your Robes Mr Dr?" Pondered billy outwardly. (As Billys are want to do.) "I Just had myself two teenage hooligan sandwhichs!" Dr Nogood said with Human flesh dangling off his teeth. "What a good moniker" Billy replied. "But what about the daily pittance?" he questioned. "Why its in your hat of course!" Billy checked the hat he didnt even know he was wearing, and who woulda thought, there was the daily pitance. "Hurrah!" Shouted Billy and Dr Nogood. They both had a good laugh about it, and later that evening Dr Nogood had himself a scrumptious Billy Stew.

The End