Post by yfwe on Sept 27, 2005 16:57:26 GMT -5
Heyhey! I gots a new story! It's Halloween. Hope you like.
The Horror (Or Something Like That)
YFWE
Halloween had never been one of Spud's stronger suits. It had been more of a dislike of his own character.
There wasn't exactly a huge reason as to why he didn't like it. It just seemed like something went wrong every year.
One year... his costume might tear.
Another... he might discover a hole in his bag of candy well after it had formed.
As said, not one of his favorite times of the year.
That doesn't exactly mean that everything went wrong.
Just that most things did.
It was not only that many things went wrong...
Spud was also scared easily.
Now, that had been a problem since he was young. As is custom with most kids.
But it is also custom that most kids overcome their fears when they get to the age Spud was at.
So this was a little strange that Spud was the way he was.
But it was in a few people's best interests that this would no longer be a fact.
(end)
"Heyo, Spud! You goin' trick or treatin' tonight?", Trixie called to him early one Friday morning. There was one thing that many a child, not just Spud, didn't like about Halloween- despite its conveyance as a 'holiday', you still had to go to school.
"I might...", Spud trailed off, thinking of whether he should or not.
"Well, you better! It may be Jake and I's last year goin'. I mean, I know that you have a problem with Halloween, but..."
"I DO NOT have a problem", lied Spud.
"You know, homie... the first step towards fixing a problem is admitting that you have one..."
"I said..."
"Yo, never mind", Trixie backed away, and began walking in the opposite direction off him.
"But still...", she called back, "It may be our last year! Jus' think 'bout that!"
"Yeah, I guess...", Spud watched her go.
(End)
Well, school days come and go, and soon night set on New York City. That particular district had dimmed their lights a bit- adding to the effect of the moment.
That's one of Spud's fears- darkness. Now, this fear is not really bad, but if it's unexpected... like when the power goes out in a windowless room- that's one. He wasn't exactly that scared as he walked down the dimly-lit streets- more of the barely-lit or not-lit-at-all alleyways. Of course, many people are afraid of dark alleyways.
Jake and Trixie marched alongside him, keeping him in their sights, just in case he decided to slink off unnoticed and go home.
This wouldn't be a problem, however, considering that all they were doing was trick-or-treating.
They came to the first door.
Jake decided to be the one that knocked, Trixie was holding a large trash bag- they all would be splitting the candy between themselves. Spud... Spud was just standing there, which was perfectly fine with him.
The door opened, and there was a clearly grotesque, green mask staring back at them.
"Aah!", Spud spun around and tore back down the street.
"What's with him?", the person behind the mask asked.
"Never seen him before in my life", Jake muttered under his breath.
"Yo! George Dubya! Get yo political (GAH! Bad word! Um... donkey!) back here!", Trixie called down the street at Spud, who had slowed his pace to a stop, and was staring back at them.
"George Dubya?", the masked man asked.
"It IS Halloween, and no one said you had to dress up as somethin' scary", Jake explained.
"Oh. So who are you supposed to be?"
"Well, I'm Condoleeza Rice" Trixie grinned a huge Condoleeza-esque smile, "And he's Al Sharpton."
"Reverend! Al Sharpton!", snapped Jake.
"Al Sharpton?", the home owner stared at Jake.
Jake shrugged, "It's because I'm black, ain't it?"
"You're not black."
"Oh yeah. Sometimes I forget."
"Here. I think it might be easier if I just gave you your candy now so you can go catch the reason for our slumping economy. Later, kids", he gave them a few Almond Joys (Oh joy), and shut the door.
"The scary bad man is gone now, Spud. You can come back now", Trixie called.
Spud walked up to them. "Man, am I the only one that thinks he looked scary?"
"Yeah, actually, I think you are."
"Oh. Well, ain't that a (GAH! Bad word! Uh... female dog!)?"
"Yeah, sure", Jake said, stuffing his face full of Almond Joy.
"Hey, chocolate face. Save the candy for later and let's get a move on. We don't wanna be late", said Trixie.
"For what?", Spud asked.
"You'll see...", Trixie grinned as if she was hatching an evil diabolical plot, and laughed an evil diabolical laugh.
END CHAPTER
Yesh... um... comments appreciated!
The Horror (Or Something Like That)
YFWE
Halloween had never been one of Spud's stronger suits. It had been more of a dislike of his own character.
There wasn't exactly a huge reason as to why he didn't like it. It just seemed like something went wrong every year.
One year... his costume might tear.
Another... he might discover a hole in his bag of candy well after it had formed.
As said, not one of his favorite times of the year.
That doesn't exactly mean that everything went wrong.
Just that most things did.
It was not only that many things went wrong...
Spud was also scared easily.
Now, that had been a problem since he was young. As is custom with most kids.
But it is also custom that most kids overcome their fears when they get to the age Spud was at.
So this was a little strange that Spud was the way he was.
But it was in a few people's best interests that this would no longer be a fact.
(end)
"Heyo, Spud! You goin' trick or treatin' tonight?", Trixie called to him early one Friday morning. There was one thing that many a child, not just Spud, didn't like about Halloween- despite its conveyance as a 'holiday', you still had to go to school.
"I might...", Spud trailed off, thinking of whether he should or not.
"Well, you better! It may be Jake and I's last year goin'. I mean, I know that you have a problem with Halloween, but..."
"I DO NOT have a problem", lied Spud.
"You know, homie... the first step towards fixing a problem is admitting that you have one..."
"I said..."
"Yo, never mind", Trixie backed away, and began walking in the opposite direction off him.
"But still...", she called back, "It may be our last year! Jus' think 'bout that!"
"Yeah, I guess...", Spud watched her go.
(End)
Well, school days come and go, and soon night set on New York City. That particular district had dimmed their lights a bit- adding to the effect of the moment.
That's one of Spud's fears- darkness. Now, this fear is not really bad, but if it's unexpected... like when the power goes out in a windowless room- that's one. He wasn't exactly that scared as he walked down the dimly-lit streets- more of the barely-lit or not-lit-at-all alleyways. Of course, many people are afraid of dark alleyways.
Jake and Trixie marched alongside him, keeping him in their sights, just in case he decided to slink off unnoticed and go home.
This wouldn't be a problem, however, considering that all they were doing was trick-or-treating.
They came to the first door.
Jake decided to be the one that knocked, Trixie was holding a large trash bag- they all would be splitting the candy between themselves. Spud... Spud was just standing there, which was perfectly fine with him.
The door opened, and there was a clearly grotesque, green mask staring back at them.
"Aah!", Spud spun around and tore back down the street.
"What's with him?", the person behind the mask asked.
"Never seen him before in my life", Jake muttered under his breath.
"Yo! George Dubya! Get yo political (GAH! Bad word! Um... donkey!) back here!", Trixie called down the street at Spud, who had slowed his pace to a stop, and was staring back at them.
"George Dubya?", the masked man asked.
"It IS Halloween, and no one said you had to dress up as somethin' scary", Jake explained.
"Oh. So who are you supposed to be?"
"Well, I'm Condoleeza Rice" Trixie grinned a huge Condoleeza-esque smile, "And he's Al Sharpton."
"Reverend! Al Sharpton!", snapped Jake.
"Al Sharpton?", the home owner stared at Jake.
Jake shrugged, "It's because I'm black, ain't it?"
"You're not black."
"Oh yeah. Sometimes I forget."
"Here. I think it might be easier if I just gave you your candy now so you can go catch the reason for our slumping economy. Later, kids", he gave them a few Almond Joys (Oh joy), and shut the door.
"The scary bad man is gone now, Spud. You can come back now", Trixie called.
Spud walked up to them. "Man, am I the only one that thinks he looked scary?"
"Yeah, actually, I think you are."
"Oh. Well, ain't that a (GAH! Bad word! Uh... female dog!)?"
"Yeah, sure", Jake said, stuffing his face full of Almond Joy.
"Hey, chocolate face. Save the candy for later and let's get a move on. We don't wanna be late", said Trixie.
"For what?", Spud asked.
"You'll see...", Trixie grinned as if she was hatching an evil diabolical plot, and laughed an evil diabolical laugh.
END CHAPTER
Yesh... um... comments appreciated!