I don’t know why, but this is INCREDIBLY entertaining! Go to this site:
http://www.virtual-bubblewrap.com/popnow.shtml
If you want, you can tick the box labelled “Manic Mode”, and then you don’t have to click, just skide the mouse over the top.
All credit for finding this goes to my cousin. Damn you, you’ve gotten me addicted!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes, I have started yet another story. I have decided that since I keep getting writer’s block, I will write at least the first chapter of any new story idea I have, and then, if it works, I will hopefully write more chapters for it later.
Also, I realize that I now have two characters in seperate stories both named Max. I have a good reason. In “Puss” I based the character of Max on the cat who lives next door to me, who is named Max in real life. In “The Inside Story”, the character is named Max because (I think) that is the name I used for his character when this idea was originally thought up, as an imaginary game I played with a friend when I was little, where the character of Luke was actually named Luke in that game (I think).
Another thing: I know that I don’t have any female characters in my stories yet. But “yet” is the key word, as I do plan to have some.
“We won’t be gone long; a few hours max. You have our number if you need anything right?”
“Yes, I’ve got it. You two go and enjoy yourselves.”
“Bye Max dear.”
“Don’t rush home on my account.” The door closed behind the woman and her husband. “Because the longer you take the more money I get.”
Luke sat down on the couch, turning on the television. Max, the little boy Luke was babysitting, climbed up next to him and said “I’m not meant to watch TV.”
“Yeah, but I want to watch my shows. I’m not missing them just ’cause your parents are too over protective. And remember, if you tell them I’m doing this, then next time I babysit you I won’t let you stay up late reading… whatever it is you read.”
“I know that, you’ve already told me that many times. I’m not stupid.”
“Well, you are only, what, 3 years old?”
“I’m 4 years old, thankyou very much!”
Luke looked at Max quizzically. “Thankyou very much? You’re 4, why do you talk like that?”
“Dad says it’s because I read a lot of books.”
“You sure do. I don’t know anyone my age that reads as much as you, and I’m 16! Now, go and read a book; I want to watch my shows.”
“Okay.” Max waddled off to his room.
“Finally, some peace.” Luke watched his favourite people in the world battle bad guys and solve crimes.
“Hey Luuuuuuuke!” Max called from his room. “Come and look at this cool book!”
“No, Max, read it on your own! “Geez, what’s his problem? I don’t get how a bunch of words on a page could be as exciting as some of the awesome stuff they have on TV.” He sank down into the depths of the couch, covering himself with cushions. “Nothing is going to get me up, not for a long while.”
Luke was proved wrong seconds later however, as a flash of brilliant white light and a scream came from Max’s room. He jumped up and ran to the source of the scream, but all he found was an empty room. Max was nowhere to be found.