Showing posts with label Writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Writing. Show all posts

Tuesday, 30 March 2021

Stonks, Robert, and Craig's 'Epic' fart fail

This is my piece of writing from a few weeks ago. In our writing group we all gave random idea's and had a vote to decide on the characters and the setting. The characters we had to use were Stonks guy, Craig and Robert, while the setting was in the KFC bathrooms. Majority voted to have the problem be an explosion caused by the groups farting challenge. It was difficult to think of an idea for this story but it was ton's of fun to write, I hope you enjoy it!  

NOTE : This is a piece of crack writing. This story is not serious at all and barely has logic. 
Also may contain memes and jokes, if you don’t understand such jokes, I’m sorry to say you are most likely a boomer. Do not take any of that seriously though.

So buckle up for this weird and wonderful crack piece of writing.

“Stonks! Challenge, follow me, now!” Craig yelled coming out of the KFC bathrooms. Stonks follows Craig to the toilets only to see Robert doing the loudest and longest fart he can. At first Stonks guy was confused until Craig followed Robert’s actions but much bigger.

“✨Y E S✨” Robert said with stars in his eyes like the emoji. 

“That’s the challenge?” Stonks guy said, his expression showed not much enthusiasm. Only a few seconds later he was laughing hard out, slapping his knee. Craig and Robert stare at each other saying he’s a mad man with just their eyes.

“Well it’s not very good is it? How about I try” Stonks guy says after his laughing fit. That’s where things went wrong. 

Stonks let out a fart so big, so loud and super stinky. The sentch of the fart could be smelt of outside the KFC toilets, possibly outside the KFC building itself. Everyone gagged at the horrid smell before bursting out in laughter. 

“Let’s do it again!” Craig yells. “I can’t lose to Stonks guy!”

They all had their turns again, this time Craig had won with a fart that they could have sworn lasted a minute. Then it happened, the most wonderful idea that Robert could think of.

“Guys… Let’s fart all at once! Let’s see how bad yet awesome it’ll be!” Robert said with a serious face at first, but as he continued his words the excitement became evident in his voice. Everyone agreed and they started counting down.

“3...2...1!”

“Let it rip boys!” With those four words they let everything out. 

The floor beneath them started shaking leaving them shooketh. The stall doors in the bathroom suddenly flung open - if they didn’t fling open then they probably broke off - at that moment, they knew, they messed up.

“GOTTA GO FAST” Craig exclaimed, running away.

“RuN LIkE tHe WInD, rUN LIKe ThE SKy” Robert yelled following behind Craig, and running almost as fast as Hinata a.k.a ✨l i g h t n i n g f a s t✨.

“These guys can’t just leave me” Stonks says, pouting like a child who wasn’t allowed to buy their favourite candy.

“Ahhh well… YEET” Stonks said, Naruto running out of the KFC toilets. 

The three boy's ran to the table they sat at before the fart challenge, grabbing their now cold food. They were out of KFC in an instint and nowhere to be found.

One of the workers noticed the loud sounds of the doors crashing to the ground, and the shattered shards of glass spread on the floor. He had no idea what was happening, but when he saw the three troublemakers exit the bathroom in a rush he knew something was up.

“That’s weird.. that’s suspicious” The worker said while walking over to the toilet. He peaks in and sees the biggest mess ever made.

“HOLY SHIITAKE MUSHROOMS” He shouts, it seems like he was too loud as one of his co-workers heard him.

“CHILE- CHILL” One of the female employees yelled back at him before walking over to the scene to see what happened. She continued to stare at the used-to-be clean bathroom which currently looks like a tornado hit it.

“WHAT IS THAT?! WHAT IS THAT?!” She said with a surprised pikachu face.

- The End -

Friday, 12 February 2021

Writing challenge

Earlier this week in Room 1's literacy class we were challenged by Mr Moran with this writing challenge. 

We had to write a short story made up with only 6 sentences, three pictures, and a few adjectives. The three pictures this time were of Spongebob, the world and a broom. The adjectives were adorable, treasure, bruised, and because. We also had to use speech marks. 

This is what I wrote using those.

Spongebob walked around his house looking for Gary, his snail. While searching, Spongebob finds a globe of the world giving him an amazing idea. 


“Gary, we’re going on a treasure hunt!”


Gary was put onto a boom that was floating because Spongebob was holding it above the ground. Unfortunately the poor snail couldn’t keep his balance, he fell and bruised himself.  Spongebob watched the adorable face his snail made before helping him up, and getting on with his day. 


There is a possibility that I will post more of my writing challenges so I hoped you enjoy them.

Thursday, 26 November 2020

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This week we've been focusing on writing cinquains. Cinquains are poems made with only 5 lines and 22 syllables. A cinquain is similar to the Japanese poem called haiku, but a cinquain is american. On the sixth slide is a slide with a few of my cinquains, I made some with the help of a friend.  

Thursday, 30 July 2020

The Possessed

The Possessed
“Jackson, what are you doing? It’s past 11, you should be asleep!” Jackson could tell his mother was mad
by the tone of her voice. 
“I’m looking for my toy that I sleep with every night” Jackson’s mother sighs, as she knew that what she
was about to say to Jackson might upset him.
“Look Jackson, you're getting older now aren’t you? You’re already 7, it’s about time you stop sleeping with
that old, worn out toy” 
“NO! I CAN’T SLEEP WITHOUT IT!” His mother was heartbroken seeing him this way. He’s not usually like
that. She didn’t want him to throw a larger tantrum so she told him to look under his bed. With those words,
he ran to his room trying to find the toy he loved more than anything.He dropped himself slowly onto the
ground and leaned forward, head on the ground, only to find his toy and a glowing red, demon-like orb. The
intimidating looking orb didn’t scare Jackson, so instead, he became curious that he reached his arm out
to touch it. Instead of the orb attacking him, it disappeared but not into thin air. Little did he know the orb
disintegrated into small pieces enough to sneak under one of his tiny little wounds. Human blood is usually
blue inside our body but the orb turned his blood red inside and out…Jackson stanches the toy from under the bed, and rushes out of his room to the kitchen quickly but quietly. Nobody in the house seemed to notice him. He opened the second drawer and found a knife, it was a bit blunt so he looked through the other drawers and cabinets. 
“Found it!” He found the knife sharpener, but a knife sharpener isn't exactly quiet when you use it. The loud noise coming from the kitchen seemed to attract his mother’s attention.

“What are you doing?! You should be a-” She stopped herself from continuing to speak the moment she saw the knife Jackson was holding. Jackson walks towards the light switch. Flip! The lights were turned off, the only thing that could be heard throughout the house were her screams. Shortly after the screams the light was switched back on, only to reveal a murderous child and his dead mother with a blanket of blood covering them and the kitchen floor. Next thing that was heard was the ring of a phone, and his crying 4 year old sister… Soon enough sirens were heard. It was the sirens of the police and the ambulance. Jackson was too young to go to prison so got sent to juvenile prison. Jackson wasn’t there long as he was mostly in a mental asylum as he was becoming more of a psychopath as time passed. The reason he was sent to the mental asylum was because they people kept thinking he had a mental issue, but he was just possessed. No one knew Jackson was possessed, even Jackson didn’t know he was possessed, not yet at least. The demon within Jackson wanted to take revenge on Jackson’s father for trapping him inside these walls. 
As the years passed Jackson was losing control over his own actions and his own body, everything he did was everything the demon forced him to do, the demon did all of that out of envy. It was envious of the freedom humans had, it wanted to kill happy families as the demon can’t ever feel happiness. The demon basically trapped Jackson inside a body, his own body but it didn’t feel like it was his to him. After many long years in the asylum Jackson was set free, back into the world he had wished to see years ago. Little did the people know that sending him out was a big mistake. The first place he checked was their old house, but it has been years so they most likely moved, but it was still worth a try. By the time he arrived he realised there were 4 people in the house, when there should only be 2 people. That was a big clue that it wasn’t Jackson's family. He still went in to ask if they knew where his father and sister moved to, but the demon said something different. The demon wanted to kill them out of anger because they didn’t know where they went. For all Jackson knew they could be in Antarctica and he wouldn’t know. The lights went out, and the screams were loud as this was the last moments of their lives. The lights switched back on as Jackson’s job there was done. Many long months passed before Jackson found his surviving family members. Many innocent people were murdered during those long months, all out of frustration. 
Knock! Knock! Knock! 
“Pizza delivery!~” The door opened revealing Jackson’s not so little sister anymore. She opened the pizza box just to find a knife coated in blood. Before she could ask about it, Jackson stabbed her in her stomach and slit her throat unwillingly. Tears rolled down his face, as her blood poured onto the ground, like a spilt drink. One by one his tears flooded down his face from his eyes. He was hesitant but still went upstairs to finish the job. He wipes his tears as he tries to find his father's bedroom. 
To be continued...
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