Too early for a thread? Too much Chloe? Too many fruit loopy moments where your brain gets sizzled trying to figure out my many metaphors? Well, NONE OF THAT. IT'S ONLY ENTUSIASM AND OPTIMISM, GUYS! ... (I meant negativity. We're all loners in this world of shit.) And you know what ELSE FITS WITH NEGATIVITY?! I just realized. I didn't know about homecoming, prom, or spring break until now. But not that. I just realized... I HAVE NO FUTURE! "WHAT?! CHLOE, ALL LITTLE GIRLS HAVE A BRIGHT FUTURE AHEAD OF THEM!" Yeah, no. I just read an article today and one of the comments had a person saying, "I made out with a guy yesterday and I'm only thirteen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Yeah. And the topic of the article was, "Devastating aftermath of wars". So... Basically, the chick said, "After civil war happens, I grab my boyfriend and forcefully push him onto the couch then have celebratory make out sessions because it's disrespectful and I'm a total rebel". Yeah. Slow clap for this one. When she grows up, she'll probably be wearing short short clothes and hang around dead end alleys and flirt with sketchy men. Much like my future. Like I said on one of my threads, when I'm 40, I'll get a tattoo of Spongebob on my tush and work in McDonalds, serving 50 year old virgin pedophiles who live in their mothers' basement. Yep. Dream job, right there, folks. I decided to spice up forums a little today. Too early? Well, I guess. I just wanted to put a small sneak peak of my newest story here. .-. *cough* That, and the fact THER NEEDS MORE EXCITEMENT IN FAN FICTION. WE'RE IN NEED OF MORE WRITERS. >:I Y'know, it's been a while since I've ready a comedic story in Fan Fic. ----- The sweet smell of fire. Ahhh. The kitchen being turned into ashes. My oven mits are slowly burning to a crisp admist all of this chaos, with my mother running around like a goose in heat while frantically dialing 911... "AMFG WE ARE SOOOO DEAD!" That was what was going on trhough my sister's head. I only leaned in through the doorway and caught a glimpse of my poor eggs. They were black! Don't get me started on the egg yolk either... Eh. The perfect breakfast, gone. Dissolved, dematerialized, destroyed, ka-boomed, you name it! Let's just say that Mr. Cooking Oil got excited and humped the crap out of Mrs. Stove. Yep. Mrs. Bad Mrs. Stove, bad! Through all the beeping, sizzling, hissing, and screaming, I heard a bit of music blasting from outside. "MOM, THE NEIGHBORS ARE PARTYING AGAIN." I groaned. It HAD to be today. It had to, really. I swear to God, I'll go dead within a second. "I DON'T CARE, LOUISE. THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE! IDGAF!" What she didn't know, however, was that I grabbed a bucket full of water and threw it at the stove, causing it to hiss even more and cause an explosion. Pretty much, the kitchen was gone, with the pipes leaking water. Wow, I'm surprised the security guard hasn't come up and told us to GTHO his property. Whoooooooooo. Luckily for us, only the marble flooring of our apartment was gone. "WHERE'S THE FRICKIN' FIRE DEPARTMENT?!" ------ Possibly humor genred. Depending on how it goes, it'll turn into a horror genred story. "IMPOSSIBLE!" Dude. I can already imagine a toaster eating the main character. :0 Oooh! Oooh! WHAT IF I PUT HER IN A COMA?! SCORE! *cough* Anyway, I hope I haven't annoyed you. Take my short sneak peek as some sort of apologetic gift... I swear, no more threads until next Sunday. D:
Oh damn. I was going to add, "Look guys, I HAVE AN ATTENTION SPAN OF A DOG! OH, AND ANYWAY- OOOH IS THAT AN ALPACA?!" Ahhh... Blew it.
Minator, if you really don't want to live, I don't mind. It's not like I'm going to threaten you to like these threads.