the Weird, Wacky but Wonderful Day
this was just some random stuff that i made up with help from frinds and my dreams so i made a story about it!
the Weird, Wacky but Wonderful Day belongs to the following groups:
1620, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Live, Love, Dream: , Masterpieces: Literary Workshop, Melbourne & Victoria, Up & Coming Writers and WMGOne day I was sitting outside my home with my sister Lauren, sipping at our juice boxes. It was a beautiful sunny morning. The trees were swaying and the birds were singing a sweet little chirpy morning song. We were talking about what to have for dinner that night. We decided to have a roast by the time things started getting weird, wacky, but wonderful.
First up our pipe, it was a regular pipe, like all the other water pipes. This was the case until it got bigger and bigger. It blew up like a balloon. It was swaying and squirming like a bug gone wrong. I didn’t understand it so I picked up one end carefully. All of a sudden florescent yellow witchetty grubs spilled out and landed on Lauren and myself. As we flicked them of in horror we saw bright florescent pink marks left on our skins. We ran inside to wash them off. As we arrived at the kitchen sink, we felt small but powerful streams of water in the face. We looked inside the sink and there was one of the florescent yellow witchetty grubs spraying water everywhere. This was just the beginning of the weird, wacky, but wonderful day.
I got ready for school and my stepmother dropped me off. As I was sitting in hums, my friend Amy’s red pen started to act up on its own. All of a sudden a small purple pen came out of the red pen with a blue pen hopping to get beside the red pen. The entire class first looked puzzled and then laughed. They couldn’t stop laughing until the red pen bled the entire school into a flood. Just another event of the weird, wacky, but wonderful day.
All the students had to go to the oval to escape the “blood flood”. I hoped it was over, I hoped there was no more wacky stuff, it just kept on coming. All the teachers got us to sit on the grass in rows of 100. Soon some weird things flying (WTF) landed on the grass in front of us. The teachers then tore off their clothes for us to see them in green skins. They had become mutant frogs or ALIENS. They took the children row by row into the W.T.Fs. people 3 row back and on were able to escape the obductions. It’s more than wacky on this weird, wacky, but wonderful day.
The teachers/ aliens started to chase us into a forest and then turned into bears (like off brother bear) and chased us with banjos. They sang a son about eating bananas. It got weirder and weirder on this weird, wacky, but wonderful day.
I finally arrived home, escaping the teachers/ aliens/ bears. I went to call for my dogs but no noise came out. I went inside to tell Lauren about what had happened, but even yelling as hard as I could there was no noise. I ran to my room and sat on my bed crying a silent cry. I was tired of all this. Of corse that was until the post man came up my very long driveway. He gave me a letter and all the sound came back as soon as I opened it. It read:
Dear Rebecca,
You have just gone through a weird, wacky, but wonderful day. We here at the institute of weirdness would like to give you $1,000,000 for surviving this day.
The institute of weirdness.
Now that really was a weird, wacky, but wonderful day.
indeterminacy
This was so wonderfully imaginative. You are indeed from a family of writers. I wish I could write like this every time I sat down and tried to write.
bjboo replied
yes well i don’t usually write like this. it is only when i get massive inspiration when i can writepieces of this quality… so i wonder how great they will be when i get better???
saleire
Hey…....I want one of those days…...well, maybe not the aliens, bears and frogs and definitely not those grubs…but boy oh boy….you can give me all that dosh for surviving a wacky day…..I have them all the time and don’t get a cent…...I mean, one day I was sitting on the doorstep and a mushroom peeped over the fence and said, ‘Moo’ at me…..like a cow!!! I just ran in and closed the door….end of my wacky day…...you were brave :o) Great story boo…..great imagination….great work. Well done. xxx
greenbeards
throughly delightful – loved it.