In 1947, upstate New York had reports of a fiery ball shaped object crashing into the nearby national park.

Scientists had collected foreign matter and taken it deep within the Earth to a top secret military installation. If there was any doubt as to what it was before, scientists now were completely befuttled. Nothing this serious had happened in a long time.

The ball was cracking open as a chich from its shell. The gell like substance flowed down the cracking ball.

Bright light began to shine as though a small sun was encased inside. Hands rose to cover eyes until it faded. Then, one by one brave souls dared to lower their arms. Sitting in the midst of the ruined shell sat a small creature vaguely duck shaped and coated in pink sugar. Dear stars. The peeps were invading. “Not again!”

The scientists got out their plan B material. Luckily, they had planned for a second invasion. The kit contained toothpicks, matches, a ball of wool, and some hydrogen peroxide. Seperate these things seemed worthless, but together they would fight off the invasion.

Looking around for the instructions, a loud crack echoed in the facility. The bullet proof glass was breaking. The weapon had to be built and fast. Steve saw the instructions on the ground, gasped, and dived. He was reading before he hit the ground. “Odd concept” he muttered, but it’ll do.

He began shoving the wool with tooth picks and doused the concoction with hudrogen peroxide. He noticed that the vapors were causing a molecular breakdown in the peeps structure. He grabbed the matches and violently struck them against the box in order to light them. He then set the toothpicks aflame and hurled the contraption and the giant, pink beast.

They all sat in silence as they rode the bus through the darkness. Each pondering thoughts of home and what lay ahead. Occasionally someone would yell out in anguish of pain while others groaned with fury. The future was bleak and dismal yet there were some selected few who had the power of foresight and they could see a light ahead out of the darkness. They hurried and told the rest of the bus in hope that it would all turn out better, they wanted to get out to run to it because the bus was going to slow, they worked to get out. As they got closer to the light the engine on the bus started to go out. Being so close they decided to leave the bus and make a run for the light. On the way to the light Chandler Bing from friends jumped out of the bushes and yelled to get back on the bus. They all stopped and thought, “Chandler?”. One lady then said, “Okay everyone get back to [the] bus. We’ll miss the last episode of Friends,”. You see they all forgot they were at Disneyland riding the “Friends” ride. It was a ride that had recently started to have strange effects on the people who had been on it. However, they all trusted Chandler and the ride went on. As they continued they began to move further into the park. The further they went the darker it got. This wasn’t the “magical” land they had all heard of. When the bus finally stopped they were inside a fenced compound. The driver yelled to get off his bus and say hello to their new home. They were scared. When the last person got off a voice….

Craig stood very still as the creature sniffed and snorted at him. There was green snot overlaying the blunt snout. Large doe eyes in a disarming chocolate brown blinked at him. “Nice … uh… thingy,” he said softly. A thick tongue slid out from between rubbery lips and bathed his face in clinging slobber. It was at that moment that Craig fell in love. This helpless soul needed him. Craig took the creature home.
His mother couldn’t ever find out, she was allergic to just about every kind of pet dander ever known. Craig didn’t think there was such a thing as salamander dander, so he had suspicions that this creature might not really be a salamander. In fact, he began to question its terrestrial origins all together. After hearing a radio news broadcast and recounting the strange noise he heard from behind the barn, Craig ran, slowly to the barn, he stood in awe at what he was seeing. The salamander had spawned into a gigantic fire breathing dragon with fire red skin and iridescent blue eyes. The creature’s fangs were huge, jagged and snarly. Its lips looked like it had just eaten its first meal with blood dripping down its neck. The dragon suddenly jerked its head up, he just stared at me. Panicking I thought what would I do if this was my dog…I threw a stick to see if it wanted to play. The dragon ignored the stick and loomed closer to me opening his gaping jaws….

It all started in the parking lot. A boy named Fred could not seem to out run his competition. He tried to weave in and out of the cars as fast as he could when all of sudden a car door opened and he ran straight into it. The boys bicycle fell to the ground and he toppled over the door. By the time he sat up and came to his senses the security guard from the store approached him. The guard grabbed Fred by the shirt, pulling him into the store. The guard took him upstairs and put him inside a small room. The room had just one chair. Fred waited alone. After a few minutes the security guard came back with a large suitcase dangling from his left hand. In his right a box that looked some what like a car battery. What was in the suitcase Fred wondered? As the guard opened the case Fred squealed like a girl with fright, for inside the case was none other than a few cables with pincers on the ends. Fred knew this meant torture. How can this happen? It was just a fun ride in the parking lot. He never meant any harm just doing what he does best, racing his bike through heavily crowded parking lots. There were a few others that have been stealing cars out of the parking lot and the guards think that he might have had something to do with it. After scaring the crap out of him and not getting information the believed it was a classic case of mistaken identity. Fred was racing his friend through the parking lot not trying to steal cars. He was an innocent boy just trying to have fun with his friends. After this trip through this parking lot he will never go back there because he is scared it might happen again. So he has found other places to ride his bike with his friends and it’s out of the way of parking lots!

Tripping over the roots of a sage brush I find myself tumbling head over heels!
I hit a few bushes, but what was worse is that my increasing momentum was hurtling me towards a gigantic cliff.
I desperately thought that maybe there was some way to decent towards utter chaos. I attempted to reach out and grab any passing object but,
It bit me on the hand! OUCH! It was snake! Not thinking of the consequences of using a snake as a rope I flung the snake
Around an immense boulder. Suddenly I am stopped. Thank goodness! I thought I was a goner. SNAP!!! NOOOO, the snake broke! I am a goner…

John the lumber jack heaved himself on top of the cliff. He had been climbing for at least an hour. He was already regaining his strength after the long and treacherous climb. After securing his footing, he began reeling in the rope that he used for the ascent. He peered over the edge of the cliff to see a shadowy figure following him up. Wasting no time, he secured his rope in his pack and ran. The persuer had somehow caught up with John and was now hot on his trail. “Ouch” John yelled, as a massive rock him, but it came from his right side. How could he have beaten me here? Suddenly a giant came out of the thick trees. I could have killed you, a voice whispered in his mind. John steeled his jaw and reached in his pack without taking his eyes off of the behemoth.
“Maybe, or maybe not. You should have tried when you had the chance though. Now it’s too late. ”
He withdrew his hand and held out his prize. The giant’s eyes grew wide.
“No !” he said in disbelief. “How did you-”
John smiled crookedly. “Because I’m just that good.”
The giant turned and ran but both knew it was hopeless, He would not be making it out alive.
John watched eagerly as the giant began to slow down. Pretty soon the giant had no strength left. He turned and with a frightening look fell to the ground. John slowly walked to the giant’s side. Picking up the knife he had plunged through the giant’s heart.
“Too bad I had to use this on an innocent.”
The Devil’s paring knife knew nothing but the action of peeling souls from flesh. John had never used it before today, but knew exactly what it was. He won the knife in a contest with the devil himself. John knew the devil couldn’t match is speed in a potato peeling race.

George and Marge were on a four day cruise, theyawaked from a good nights sleep, left their cabin to go to breakfast. They left the room and found out that the chef was not cooking breakfast the morning. They said he was offf fishing and left the other guy incharge, that guy fell asleep late and had not woken up yet. They found out he had gotten drunk the night before. This was the reason for all the confusion. The food never made ot to the decks which made the peolple aboard very angry, in fact one passenger yelled out “let’s eat the creman. Besides, half of them were to blame for the lack of food.” Another lady yelled” Yah I want some meat.” They all ran as a mass headed to the crew quarters with forks and knifes in hand. As the crew heard them coming they tried to block the door the best they could to avoid the impending doom. They were no match for the angry mob. With forks in hand they stormed the crew quarters. As they broke through the door they were arroused to even more anger, the crew was sitting around enjoying a large buffet of food. The crew was sick of the arrougant guests and agreed to them back, they would not serve them breakfast and wanted the passengers to serve them. They told the passengers that the only way they would be given any food was if they wore the crews’ uniforms and reversed roles. After a days’ work they would be given bread and water. The passengers were to also provide all entertainment, such as a singing and dancing show, they were given 2 hours to separate into the appropriate groups.

Started by Kevin Sorensen

Once upon a time there was an effeminate elf named Gary. Gary liked to frolic in the fields. He’d run a distance then stop and listen for the erie sounds of someone flollowing, hearing no one, he’d start running towards a manly she elf in the distance. This she elf was very manly with armpit hair clearly visible, even at that long distance. Gary thought it was his lucky day. He wanted her badly and when he finally came to her, he realized it was his mother. he lost his appetite for anyone after this and decided to end it all and commit suicide. Social suicide that is and turn completely gay. Yes, when people found out that he had the hots for his mom, that threw him over the edge, and made him decide to come out of the closet, (even though he never was in the closet to begin with because he isn’t actually gay). So long story short, he dosen’t really like boy-elves. He is just sad about his miserably pathetic life. And still suprisingly effeminate.

Falling 3500 feet, Billy Joel knew for sure his time had arrived to meet his maker. He thought, “Ahh, what the hell, it’s about my time anyhow.” Billy Joel was an old man, dangerous behind the wheel. He had his license revoked but that didn’t stop him. He loved the open road and the freedom that driving gave him. Billy loved to drive fast, but this time was different. He had his car up to speeds of 120 mph, not to mention he had just learned he was dying of cancer. Should he slow down and live or go careening off the cliff ahead? He decided to slow down and use what little time he had left to raise the little rabbits he loved. He had all different breeds, but his favorite was the floppy, and even more, there was Charlotte. The love he had for the rabbits made him live a little longer by driving down the road and escape the temptation of driving off the cliff. He soon got home and found out that all his rabbits were stolen and were being sold out on the street by the wife of the man who stole them. He ran towards them but failed because his leg gave out from underneath him. His granddaughter came running out of the house telling him that the rabbits had been stolen. Billy then told her to go inside and tell her brother to call the police and bring his shotgun out to him so he could get his rabbits back before the police arrived. He didn’t have time to do anything he would have regretted before the police got there. This was a good thing because he got all of his rabbits back and didn’t have to get in trouble by using his gun to get them back. After that long day, he decided to live the more simple life and get back in his car and drive 3500 feet up the mountain again and try to cannonball into the rocks below. He got to the top, jumped off and said, “What the hell,” and then splattered on the rocks. He found himself lying at the foot of his bed. It was all just a dream.

There she sat, a large, fat, bulldog named Rita. She hated the heat and it was the middle of summer. She moaned and rolled over as she tried to move herself. “Come on you fat lard!” exclaimed Rick, her equally overweight owner. “We hadn’t got all day!” The two began to stroll slowly. They slowly made their way down the dusty road towards the figure in the distance. As they drew closer, the figure pulled out a Baby Ruth and offered it to Rita. “Baby Ruth?” said the figure gesturing at the candy bar. It was so hot out that the candy bar was tempting. So tempting Rita are it, the man holding it and then as she turned to ear her overweight owner, he had already pulled out his gun and quickly shot her and left her there to get eaten by the buzzards.

Group free writing Story

So there I was atop the mount of King Dreyer’s highest peak. The air was clean and crisp yet had a scent of peppermint. I could only

fart real loud because the whole way up to the top of this ice cream mountain I ate, well, ice cream of course. I was loaded. It was only a matter of time until

I would explode. I had to stop just about every 30 seconds.

I was on my way to see the King of course. The King made the mountain so delicious that visitors couldn’t make it to him before being exhausted from eating. He hated visitors. I however, being a large man was determined.

I continued hiking, noticing the sights and sounds. Small gingerbread men were running all around my feet. I stepped on one of them, he cried out. Several of his friends came to help him. I did not let this stop me. I walked for what seamed hours

and hours, before I realized that this was all just a dream. After coming to awareness, the rain was still coming down like cats and dogs, and then I noticed something in the distance. It was a man, or at least looked like one. He seemed sad, but I couldn’t exactly tell. I decided to go see if he needed some help. As I got closer to him, I couldn’t help noticing that he looked strangely familiar. As I got even closer, my nightmare from last night became a reality. It was a six foot tall gingerbread man. I could tell by the size of him that the amount of yeast had been doubled. It was obvious to me now that instead of being sad, he was enraged with anger towards me. My first thought was to run like the wind back to the safety of my home. But it was obvious I wouldn’t out run him. I decided to whistle for my dog, whose favorite treat was gingerbread cookies.

Jim looked down the road towards the big ominous building in the distance. Its’ massive size seemed overpowering, especially since Jim is only three feet tall. Everything was large to him. That dumb driver said it would only be a five minute walk, but it took the little guy over an hour. He was only three feet becuse his legs had been amputated about the knee, making walking obviously slow. but nevertheless, he and his bloody stumps trudged along. Finally, Jim, aka Stumpy, reached the building with bloody sumps. The sign read closed. His journey had been a waste. He decided it wasn’t worth it to go back the way he came. “I’ll never return,” he said, “it’s just too difficult to travel that far.” So there he sat, never to move again.

Charles couldn’t figure it all out. Why would someone break into the barn, kill all the chickens and steal the wheels

off of the old tractor? Suddenly Charles realized that the tractor was sitting on top of

large cinderblocks, and was also spraypainted white with pink polka dots, suddenly, he realized he had been robbed by the infamous

Bob the chicken thief! “No,” he yelled. “When I get my hands on that chicken thief I will make him regret ever killing my chickens!” “Why he ever stole

them is beyond me, but he will pay! I won’t sleep until he is captured and compensation is made!” Charleds stayed true to his word for three days and nights, plotting his ploy to capture Bob the Chicken thief…

Brad sat in the secluded, dark subway, etching away in his notebook, or more precisely, at it. He glanced at his watch. He noticed that it was exactly four in the afternoon. It was almost time.
This would be his last will and testament to the world. His anger and jealousy to be forever in this little notebook for the world to see! It was true he was the creator of the virus that killed half of the U.S. population and turned another quarter of the population into zombies with a real chip on their shoulder.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, something moved. No, he thought. How could they have followed me? In an instant, he jumped towards the now approaching subway car, the sound of snarling zombies swarming in from the many corridors. In his haste, he failed to notice the scattered newspapers below on the cold, concrete floor, and slipped to the ground–sealing his fate.

Mike glanced up, his head having been down for several hours now. the light blinded him, his head ached, suddenly he felt a jolt.
But it was only the wind that startled him or was it? as he tried to see clearly again he could smell burning flesh. It had worked but not well enough. the mutant was slowly crawling towards him. Then the cra
ash of a thunder cloud overhead made them both look up. When he brought his eyes back down it was gone. He took a moment to wonder if it had even been there. He chuckled weakly. Probably not. Just the head injury talking. Gingerly touching
the bedrail he climbed out of bed. “These hallucinations are going to be the death of me I swear” Mike grumbled. Then he remembered a faint memory. A woman standing
in the rain. Oddly enough it was raining outside. He was starting to visualize the woman more now. She was wearing an orange dress, the rain hadn’t dampered its brightness. She was waiting for him, but why. He moved to the window to
get a better view, he lost his footing and tumbled head first out of the window and onto the porch. As he glanced to his right, he saw the garden rake propped against the railing. He knew that this would be his only chance. He leapt for the tool knowing that it was now or never. with
the rake in hand he jumped to his feet, his eyes darting around. “there” he spotted the woman in the orange dress. her eyes pierced through him like those of medusa, he felt cold and wanted to die. No he told himself you must fight it. “I do” he said and the preacher said “you may now kiss the bride”

James was flying down the hill faster than he ever had before. He was still a little sore from his fall the day prior. This was only his third time skiing. He was dressed in a santa suit; it was the one day each year that happiness ruled the land. But soon would be the day of destruction. Everyone could taste the dred in their apple pie. But with a scoop of ice cream mixed with orange juice it would all taste better. James mom said that it would be better if James would go for a walk to help the pain go away. James left, taking the dog with him. While they were walking the dog decided to chase a cow and ended up falling into a deep hole. Then soon after the police and fire departments arived to rescue the dog. After rescuing the dog out of the hole they all went down to the ski lodge to celebrate! With too many drunk santas, you know something else had to go wrong. As one of them left the bar he realized that one of his friends was missing. He turned around and realized he was having a dream. “James get up”, he could hear in the conscious part of his mind. “You have been in the bathtub for six and a half hours”, his mom yelled again. “For crying out loud, you’re 37 years old.” James finally came to his senses. He really was in the bathtub. He realized that he had been dreaming, and then realized that his mom was staring at him, laying in the tub. He thought that was wierd so he asked her to leave. After she left he got out and dried off. He hadn’t shaved in over a week….