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A Story

Part of a story I'm writing:

currently the main character is aboard a floating, self-sustaining house/ship called a Houship

           He started to watch a movie, and he thought ?amazing.? Amazing; he was in such a state of excitement that he sat on the edge of his seat, made of large glued fragments of dead-marine-organisms'-bodies-becoming-detritus. After all, he had never sat on the edge of this unusual chair before, not that that was the main cause of his excitement. He had watched the movie box on the table hundreds of times already, quickly becoming bored with it in the first half-second, so of course something like sitting on the edge of his chair would be an interesting discovery, but the realization that he had never done so before was what surprised him. Why would he not always sit on the edge of such a revolting seat? He had wondered why he would ever even begin to think about sitting in this chair in the first place, looking at the never opened 20,000 Glon chair he bought 20 years ago that was still sitting in the same spot that it had been placed 20 years before, but now with a thick coating of dust around it. It was the dust, the disgusting, yucky, icky, nauseating dust that coated the entire box. He brushed aside the dust and struggled to push the almost-detritus chair out the window into the ocean, so it could feed the bottom-dwellers of the ocean floor, but only got it about 4 feet away from the original location, as that was all the way he needed to push it to fit the new chair in, in front of the television, and due to the fact that the window was a mile away from him. Pushing a slimy 200 pound chair made of almost-detritus to a locked window a mile away wasn?t going to be on the top of his to-do list for a while, maybe never, if he gets his wish.

     After installing the new Swivel Brand chair into the spot where the indentations of the old almost-detritus chair?s lobster legs in the carpet are located, he dramatically tried and failed to make the chair 100% even to the television, but the chair?s lack of any kind of symmetry made this horribly frustrating and he had to give up adjusting the chair, only after adding it to the penultimate spot on his to-do list, looming above ?moving the almost-detritus chair,? and below ?die.?

           He sat in the chair and continued to watch the movie for a few minutes, again, a very boring exercise. Looking out across the room of the Houship he saw many things he could be doing, but with less the interest of watching the movie. Deciding that it was a mistake to set the coordinates of the Houship?s navigation typewriter to ?jaoijnvaoivhjsgaga3gh 98ahfsi8kjnho,? he quickly reset it to ?Altantis,? hoping to get better results out of this attempt. At once, the Houship started moving toward the south of his current direction. He got his diving suit ready, along with some food and water for the journey to the ocean floor. The ship halted after 57.472 minutes, and he got out, only to find that the Houship had stopped itself next to a sofa floating in the middle of the ocean, with a large sign on it saying ?Altantis.? Annoyed that he made such a typo, he again typed ?Altantis? into the navigation typewriter in a fit of keyboard slamming, deleted it and typed ?Atlantis.? This time the Houship lurked towards the north, in a depressed manner, as if its nonexistent area 25 was ample with over-activity.

Last edited by GKAbyss (Apr 13 2012 5:58:59 pm)

MaxDG/MXIII

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Re: A Story

STILL HILARIOUS

It's amazingly written, but needs a better plot in my opinion.

GKAbyss

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Re: A Story

STILL HILARIOUS

It's amazingly written, but needs a better plot in my opinion.

I came up with an outline and plot ideas today at school, it'll take a while to finish though.

and thanks, again

Last edited by GKAbyss (Apr 13 2012 5:58:34 pm)