WEREHOUSE
"Tick Tock. Tick Tock. Tick Tock. The talking clock talked as Doctor Locke walked in his smock. No, no, no, that's stupid," I said, desperate to write the next project for Mr. McNamee's Creative Writing class. "Forewarn of forty fore lone Pauly Shore...I'm no good at writing poetry. I need some sort of inspiration. After realizing that I was talking to myself, I decided to search for solitude. If anyone caught me talking to myself, people would call me crazi...er. I headed toward some really creepy-looking mansion that I had never noticed before. I don't know why, I just wanted to. For the sake of developing the plot, I suppose. As I approached the heavily decorated door and cliché gargoyles, I was overcome with an eerie chill. It turned out that some idiot installed the air conditioner in backwards, and I was in front of the window. I entered the edifice and noticed an elaborate set of staircases and many...uh, things. I had just been racking my brain over the assignment and didn't feel like being very descriptive. I went through the place with the stuff and ended up in some room. Just as I was about to sit down, I had realized that I forgot my notebook. I headed out the door, but, somehow, the door was shut.
"Odd, I don't remember closing that door," I said aloud for some reason. "Oh, well. Maybe I just forgot." I opened the door again, but was shocked at what I saw. The hallway I originally walked through to get here was replaced by a small room with clothes floating in mid-air! I was scared to death, I didn't know what to do! I was more terrified when I looked outside and noticed a full moon. This must've been one of the "werehouses" that I had heard about. Like the haunted mattress factory werehouse. All I could do was stand perfectly still, hoping that it would end soon.
"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod," I frantically muttered, like a highly caffeinated valley girl. I thought the spook fest was over until I heard a voice.
"Hello, who's up there?" a voice from below shouted.
"Ohhh, (expletive)," I whispered in fear. "I bet it's some monster that wants to peel the skin off of me and use it as a tacky Halloween costume." I wasn't going to let them. So, I did the most sensible thing I could think of. I jumped out of the window. I fell down three stories, landed on three jagged rocks, and broke three ribs. At least my skin was still intact with my body.
I never go near that place anymore, but I still shudder whenever I hear the word "werehouse."
Final draft - 09-10-01
Kevin Magpoc
Any unauthorized duplication is
useless, and just plain sad.
"Tick Tock. Tick Tock. Tick Tock. The talking clock talked as Doctor Locke walked in his smock. No, no, no, that's stupid," I said, desperate to write the next project for Mr. McNamee's Creative Writing class. "Forewarn of forty fore lone Pauly Shore...I'm no good at writing poetry. I need some sort of inspiration. After realizing that I was talking to myself, I decided to search for solitude. If anyone caught me talking to myself, people would call me crazi...er. I headed toward some really creepy-looking mansion that I had never noticed before. I don't know why, I just wanted to. For the sake of developing the plot, I suppose. As I approached the heavily decorated door and cliché gargoyles, I was overcome with an eerie chill. It turned out that some idiot installed the air conditioner in backwards, and I was in front of the window. I entered the edifice and noticed an elaborate set of staircases and many...uh, things. I had just been racking my brain over the assignment and didn't feel like being very descriptive. I went through the place with the stuff and ended up in some room. Just as I was about to sit down, I had realized that I forgot my notebook. I headed out the door, but, somehow, the door was shut.
"Odd, I don't remember closing that door," I said aloud for some reason. "Oh, well. Maybe I just forgot." I opened the door again, but was shocked at what I saw. The hallway I originally walked through to get here was replaced by a small room with clothes floating in mid-air! I was scared to death, I didn't know what to do! I was more terrified when I looked outside and noticed a full moon. This must've been one of the "werehouses" that I had heard about. Like the haunted mattress factory werehouse. All I could do was stand perfectly still, hoping that it would end soon.
"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod," I frantically muttered, like a highly caffeinated valley girl. I thought the spook fest was over until I heard a voice.
"Hello, who's up there?" a voice from below shouted.
"Ohhh, (expletive)," I whispered in fear. "I bet it's some monster that wants to peel the skin off of me and use it as a tacky Halloween costume." I wasn't going to let them. So, I did the most sensible thing I could think of. I jumped out of the window. I fell down three stories, landed on three jagged rocks, and broke three ribs. At least my skin was still intact with my body.
I never go near that place anymore, but I still shudder whenever I hear the word "werehouse."
Final draft - 09-10-01
Kevin Magpoc
Any unauthorized duplication is
useless, and just plain sad.