18: 27 - A Trip Down Memory Lane

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Written by: Dee4leeds

Back in the days of 2003 I was starting High school. For some bizarre, of which I still don't know why, I was placed in the top set for English. I know, you're thinking "You? Highest Level? I've read you write, it not make sense much." For a homework we was given the task of writing either a "Myth & Legend", "Hold the Front Page", "A Day in the Life Of...", or a "Short Story." We all groaned, probably I can't really remember, but we was then told that the best of the lot would be in a book. Therefore making us a published author. OK, that was an incentive.

"I know! I'll do some gritty drama about a Fate trapped in a "Symbol," or a some retarded story about the Loch Ness Monster. I thought "I wonder how many times I can fit 'Dee' into this story?"

The teacher upon reading asked "Dietrich, did you write this?" To which I replied "Yes." Which, as you probably know, is either a really good thing or an outright bad thing. I didn't really care though, to be honest. I wrote the story in primary school, it was a Year 4 project. All I had in mind was, reusing work is recycling... or something to that effect. (Obviously.)

So gather around children because here, without further ado, is the story of stories. The prose of perfection. Some third usage of alliteration. Here is...

Philip D. Fry And the Clock of Time

In Dee Town, long ago, a boy with a 'danger' red afro, was no ordinary boy; he's...Phillip D Fry!

On that day, Philip was looking for his lucky socks, when that second, a voice came up the stairs.
"Bob's here." It was Mum.
He stopped looking and ran towards the stairs. Then jumped on his skateboard and ollied onto the hand rail.
Bob was standing at the door, he had a lime green afro. He said, "Phil, want to grab your skateboard and go to the skatepark?"

At the park, Bob and Phil were grabbing big 'air'. Phil, with all his might, grabbed the biggest air, but he didn't land in the park, instead he landed in the forest. As he landed, he pushed and pushed until the board was protecting him. He landed on his board, the slipped off, banging his head on the weirdest clock ever. On the door it said, Don't Open. Ignoring the warnings, he opened the clock.

Inside where horrible things, they jumped out and fired out in different directions.
"Phillip, is that you? Philip?"
"Yeah," Phil replied.
"Time just seems to fly by looking for you."
This statement shocked and confused him. Surely time couldn't fly. He said "What?"
"Hello. Time just seems to speed up, but doesn't," Bob replied.
"But that never happens."
"Ignore it, it's an expression," Bob said sternly.
Phil got up and they walked off together. Walking home, Phil thought that something had changed.

He was Right.


The End.

Please! Hold your applause, not because I wouldn't hear it, because it's just too good for any actions to justify it's obvious greatness. OK, the writing is just less than perfect at best but it has a nice quirk to it and as it's a true story, explaining why time flies. And yes that titular character is an obvious reference to Me... and also Phillip J. Fry of Futurama.

Next time on "Embarrassing Stories written at age 12": A Day in the Life of a British Solider.

Labels: Philip D Fry, The Pinicle of Writing. Of which you or I will never see equalled ever, Write now

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