"Unbelievable Events" By Danial.Beta
Danial sat there the night before. An empty text document in front of him. That paper really wasn't writing its self. The paper had been due for a week and he really had no idea what to write. Every day for a week he had opened a new text document to finally start the paper, and every day an unbelievable event had prevented him from creating his overdue paper. Perhaps this time, it would finally get done.
On Wednesday he sat down to start writing when he heard a loud crash from outside. Assuming it was a wreck, he jolted outside to see how he could help. When he got out there he saw a three car pileup. Driving the front car was Jeff Gordon, who claimed he saw a black cat and braked rapidly to prevent from crossing its path. This was not unusual, for there where many strays on the street at night. In the second car was driven by Chuck Norris. He said that it was not Jeff Gordon's fault, but rather it was his own fault for trying to use his Bo-Flex while driving. The last car was driven by a pirate. He didn't have much to say, but he was constantly claiming that Jeff and Chuck were land lubbers. By the time the insurance company and police had finished it was far too late for him to write the paper, because he had work in the morning.
About the time Danial sat down on Thursday he was interrupted by the sound of a scream. He raced downstairs only to see a man in a ski mask robing him house blind! He didn't know what to do, the was nearly twice his size and holding a gun. Right around the time that he decided to do something about the robber, Spiderman flew through the front door! It didn't take Spidey much effort to take the robber out. Spidey didn't instantly sling away like one might expect. Instead he was nice enough to help Danial clean up the house. While they worked, Danial asked Spidey many questions. Among them, only one was worth mentioning. Spidey made his suit out of a some old PJs he had that were actually meant to go to Goodwill the day Spidey got his powers.
Friday morning started the trouble for that day. Danial awoke to the sound of firecrackers. His friend, Michael, was shooting them off from outside his door. As Danial queried him on why he was lighting firecrackers at 7a.m., and at his doorsteps no less, Michael just answered by handing Danial some firecrackers. They had a fun time shooting off firecrackers, but all of the noise attracted the local authority and they hauled both of them off to the station for possession of illegal explosives. After five hours at the station they where finally released on a warning, but the cops confiscated all of the fireworks. As if the lost five hours and fireworks weren't enough, Danial also missed the class that in which his paper was due. His friend Michael wanted to make up for the mistake of bringing the firecrackers by taking Danial to another state to get more illegal fireworks. Despite the lack of logic, Danial agreed and the remainder of the evening was spent in another state acquiring fireworks.
Saturday was bogged down by a twenty-four hour contest of wits and stamina. He had to create a simple but complete game in twenty-four hours based on a keyword, and the keyword was 'plunder'. 'Plunder' really seemed like a great word him because he was a pirate. “What could be easier?”, he thought. Evidently, almost any word could have been easier. The first four or so hours was spent coming up with a game idea and mapping it out. The next ten where spent doing the dirty work of programming it and the remaining ten where spent bug fixing and perfecting it. All in all, he was happy with his creation and felt that he would do well, but by the contest end he was tuckered out. He fell asleep around 3 A.M. Sunday morning.
Sunday was spent mostly sleeping. After the programming contests the day before, he had slept until noon and when he finally awoke he had many chores to do. Mowing the lawn was slow and painful for him, as usual. Once he finally got the yard done, he came in only to discover that his cats had gone wild and tore up the house while roughhousing. Almost everything was cleared off the tables and all the lamps knocked over. Those darn cats where always making messes and bouncing through the house like they owned the place. After he got their mess cleaned up it was bedtime again and that class for the paper was tomorrow. This was really annoying to him, but he was a master at procrastinating and he could come up with an excuse on the spot with no problems.
Monday started out odd, but nothing unbelievable. He woke up on time for once, and made it to work with a few minutes to spare. He had to go to class on his lunch break, so he grabbed something from a local fast food joint for lunch and ate on his way. As he was driving back to work he saw a small group of pirates. They were fighting off an army of ninjas who where trying to steal the pirates booty. Being a pirate himself, he could not just drive by. He had to do something! He pulled his car over and jumped out with his trusty sword in hand. Although the pirates put up a hell of a fight, their numbers where thin and the ninjas had come with nearly a legion. Danial jumped in and quickly turn the tide in favor of the pirates. The battle was long and both sides fought hard. In the end, the pirates won over the thieving ninjas. Danial was hardly in any shape to write a paper. He made it home after this fierce battle and hit the bed immediately. Unfortunately he did not get the paper written that night.
A new day had come and still no paper. Tuesday was here and Danial really needed this paper done. He had no more time to procrastinate and if another one of these crazy unbelievable events happened again, he would surely not be able to finish the paper. He opened up a new blank document and sat there. The hardest thing to happen to him all week happened right then; writers block. “Narratives are so hard. Nothing interesting ever happens to me. How am I going to find a topic to write about?”, he shouted in his head. About an hour of thinking, he decided to write some fiction.
He wrote like the wind. The paper flew from his fingertips like his brain was connected to the computer. After a solid hour of writing and reviewing, he was done. A paper, correctly formatted and as grammatically correct as he could get it. He was done. He saved the document, closed his word processor, and went to bed.
Danial sat there the night before. An empty text document in front of him. That paper really wasn't writing its self. The paper had been due for a week and he really had no idea what to write. Every day for a week he had opened a new text document to finally start the paper, and every day an unbelievable event had prevented him from creating his overdue paper. Perhaps this time, it would finally get done.
On Wednesday he sat down to start writing when he heard a loud crash from outside. Assuming it was a wreck, he jolted outside to see how he could help. When he got out there he saw a three car pileup. Driving the front car was Jeff Gordon, who claimed he saw a black cat and braked rapidly to prevent from crossing its path. This was not unusual, for there where many strays on the street at night. In the second car was driven by Chuck Norris. He said that it was not Jeff Gordon's fault, but rather it was his own fault for trying to use his Bo-Flex while driving. The last car was driven by a pirate. He didn't have much to say, but he was constantly claiming that Jeff and Chuck were land lubbers. By the time the insurance company and police had finished it was far too late for him to write the paper, because he had work in the morning.
About the time Danial sat down on Thursday he was interrupted by the sound of a scream. He raced downstairs only to see a man in a ski mask robing him house blind! He didn't know what to do, the was nearly twice his size and holding a gun. Right around the time that he decided to do something about the robber, Spiderman flew through the front door! It didn't take Spidey much effort to take the robber out. Spidey didn't instantly sling away like one might expect. Instead he was nice enough to help Danial clean up the house. While they worked, Danial asked Spidey many questions. Among them, only one was worth mentioning. Spidey made his suit out of a some old PJs he had that were actually meant to go to Goodwill the day Spidey got his powers.
Friday morning started the trouble for that day. Danial awoke to the sound of firecrackers. His friend, Michael, was shooting them off from outside his door. As Danial queried him on why he was lighting firecrackers at 7a.m., and at his doorsteps no less, Michael just answered by handing Danial some firecrackers. They had a fun time shooting off firecrackers, but all of the noise attracted the local authority and they hauled both of them off to the station for possession of illegal explosives. After five hours at the station they where finally released on a warning, but the cops confiscated all of the fireworks. As if the lost five hours and fireworks weren't enough, Danial also missed the class that in which his paper was due. His friend Michael wanted to make up for the mistake of bringing the firecrackers by taking Danial to another state to get more illegal fireworks. Despite the lack of logic, Danial agreed and the remainder of the evening was spent in another state acquiring fireworks.
Saturday was bogged down by a twenty-four hour contest of wits and stamina. He had to create a simple but complete game in twenty-four hours based on a keyword, and the keyword was 'plunder'. 'Plunder' really seemed like a great word him because he was a pirate. “What could be easier?”, he thought. Evidently, almost any word could have been easier. The first four or so hours was spent coming up with a game idea and mapping it out. The next ten where spent doing the dirty work of programming it and the remaining ten where spent bug fixing and perfecting it. All in all, he was happy with his creation and felt that he would do well, but by the contest end he was tuckered out. He fell asleep around 3 A.M. Sunday morning.
Sunday was spent mostly sleeping. After the programming contests the day before, he had slept until noon and when he finally awoke he had many chores to do. Mowing the lawn was slow and painful for him, as usual. Once he finally got the yard done, he came in only to discover that his cats had gone wild and tore up the house while roughhousing. Almost everything was cleared off the tables and all the lamps knocked over. Those darn cats where always making messes and bouncing through the house like they owned the place. After he got their mess cleaned up it was bedtime again and that class for the paper was tomorrow. This was really annoying to him, but he was a master at procrastinating and he could come up with an excuse on the spot with no problems.
Monday started out odd, but nothing unbelievable. He woke up on time for once, and made it to work with a few minutes to spare. He had to go to class on his lunch break, so he grabbed something from a local fast food joint for lunch and ate on his way. As he was driving back to work he saw a small group of pirates. They were fighting off an army of ninjas who where trying to steal the pirates booty. Being a pirate himself, he could not just drive by. He had to do something! He pulled his car over and jumped out with his trusty sword in hand. Although the pirates put up a hell of a fight, their numbers where thin and the ninjas had come with nearly a legion. Danial jumped in and quickly turn the tide in favor of the pirates. The battle was long and both sides fought hard. In the end, the pirates won over the thieving ninjas. Danial was hardly in any shape to write a paper. He made it home after this fierce battle and hit the bed immediately. Unfortunately he did not get the paper written that night.
A new day had come and still no paper. Tuesday was here and Danial really needed this paper done. He had no more time to procrastinate and if another one of these crazy unbelievable events happened again, he would surely not be able to finish the paper. He opened up a new blank document and sat there. The hardest thing to happen to him all week happened right then; writers block. “Narratives are so hard. Nothing interesting ever happens to me. How am I going to find a topic to write about?”, he shouted in his head. About an hour of thinking, he decided to write some fiction.
He wrote like the wind. The paper flew from his fingertips like his brain was connected to the computer. After a solid hour of writing and reviewing, he was done. A paper, correctly formatted and as grammatically correct as he could get it. He was done. He saved the document, closed his word processor, and went to bed.
Thank you very much for whoever will help me out here. THANKS!
Somethings wrong there. Almost a week ago?
Every day for "a" week, perhaps?
That is all I got to so far, my mom wants me to get some things done. I'll look it over more in a bit.