Skywriting -- Mar 06, 1998
Continued from Mar 05, 1998
Anna laughed. She found it so funny that the Beatles didn't know that it was she who was controlling all of the streetcars!!!
Then she got hit by a streetcar. Zeke laughed. He found it so funny that Anna didn't know that it was he who was controlling all of the streetcars!!!
Then Zeke was hit by a streetcar. God laughed. He found it so funny that Zeke didn't know that it was He who was controlling all of the streetcars!!!
"stop the street cars!!!!!!!!" yelled a voice. It was Ringo, and he couldn't take it. Rarely anyone had ever seen Ringo this out raged. So they... stopped the streetcars. If something made Ringo this mad, it couldn't be good. So all streetcars were destroyed. Little did they know, an evil bicycle lurked in the shadows.
Then it got hit by a streetcar. Pesky little buggers, they are.
actually, i find the evil bicycles more interesting. to rephrase the last sentence, 'then the streetcars got hit by evil bicycles. HAHAHA'
The bicycles were running amuck! The streetcars were out. The streetcars were gone. The evil bikes now reigned supreme. Evil bikes roamed the streets, looking for the sick and the weak. The bicycles truly were the scourge of the earth.
A banging sound came at Paul's door. "Whatever could that be?" Paul asked himself. He opened the door and was immediately hit by an evil flying bicycle. Paul lay unconscious on the floor. Linda dragged him to safety, while the kids huddled in their rooms, frightened of the bike. "What are we going to do?" Linda gasped. Then she was struck with an idea. Grabbing a broom she chased the bike out the door and locked all the doors & windows. "Whew." She splashed cold water on Paul, who came around soon after that. "Wha...what happened?" "Evil bicycles, Paulie. Don't worry, I chased them out the door." "Oww, my head! Somebody's gotta do something about those things!"
BICYCLES?!?!?! I dunno. They just don't sound quite as scary as the streetcars. STREETCARS! WHOA! I get shivers up my spine just thinking about THEM! :^)~
Agreed. Ditch the bikes, mate. Anyways....back to the story.....
Some evil person working out of a dark alley somehow melted all the bikes and created a super race of streetcars from the bike metal. Not only did they hit people, they also could fly and could detect fear. And they detected plenty of it. One of these superstreetcars came looking for the Beatles. It had evil intentions. George lived closer to the alley so he was the first target.
A knocking came at George Harrison's front door. George peeked out the window. It was Ringo. George went to let Ringo in. What he didn't know was the superstreetcar was holding Ringo hostage and was using him to get into George's house. Well, it worked. As soon as George opened the door the streetcar dropped Ringo on the stoop and went straight for George, who was trying to fend it off with a fire extinguisher and not making any progress. "Help!" George squawked. Meanwhile...
John was sitting in his house, trying to figure out a way to once and for all kill the street cars. He hated the little buggers. Then, all of a sudden, he had an idea. His idea was... Stop The food-chain! Wilber and his evil brother Orville, must die.Now, where`s that timething ?
I sat cross legged until I heard a sound... The sound of strangenees. I knew that it was once again time for me to go into action. The oddity had gotten to much for the Multiverse to handle. If I didn't act quickly, it might all be over. I turned on my computer and searched for the source of the oddity. I found it in a sub-site of a web page called "Bagism". The site was called "Skywriting". I read it quickly and as I came to where it ended until the next addition, I read: "Stop The food-chain! Wilber and his evil brother Orville, must die.Now, where`s that timething ?". This was thge source of the oddity. I had to go into the story and shake some sense into the character. "JOhn Winston Lennon, make sense!" I said, disguised as Mimi, his Aunt. "You don't even know who those people are. Now come with me and we'll for get this nonsense ever happened." He went with me, and I took him back fivce minutes and gave him a different idea.
Continued on Mar 07, 1998
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