euphoriax
10-16-2012, 05:13 PM
Hi guys, I am 14 and I was bored so I decided to write a random story. It's not done yet, but let me know what you guys think about it. Here it is;
Jon Metani was an outsider. He didn’t have many friends, and the friends he did have had other friends, so Jon would often find himself alone. He was in a state of depression in his ninth grade year, at Queen’s, a private school on the outskirts of Edmonton, Alberta. He did not like it there. Jon would always complain to his parents about how horrid and terrible the school is, but they never paid any attention to his whining.
Jon was what you could call “creative”. He had ADD, and most of the time didn’t pay attention in class. He would doodle on his notebooks about the dreams that he had, mostly the undead and random stick figu-res he came up with in his creative mind. He once had a dream, a little out of the ordinary, about the undead invading earth. Of course, he knew that was not going to happen, but every time he thought about it, he got chills.
After a long day at school, he came home and threw his bag on the ground, “This weighs a ton!” Jon said, “Stupid private schools, always giving me so much homework.” Jon didn’t feel like doing his work today. He trampled down the stairs to his fridge, got some pop, and went down stairs to his basement. He decided he would play his favourite game on his two-thousand dollar gaming rig, Zombie Murder 4. He loved that game. Clocking in seventy-nine hours in a week was a record. After playing three-and-a-half hours today, he decided to go do something else. Usually by now, his Mother would be home, but she wasn’t. Jon went upstairs, and decided that it would be a good idea to do his work, so he did...
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He woke up, confused, not knowing what had happened last night. All he remembers is playing Zombie Murder 4, and then doing his homework. He woke up in an awkward position. His right arm was positioned under his lower back, and his left leg bent in a forty-five degree angle. It was a Thursday, so he went to look at his clock to see what time it was, “Huh?” Jon said, confused.
The clock was flashing “00:00” in red. “Probably just a power outage,” Jon said, as he slowly walked down the stairs to see what the time was on his oven and microwave. They also flashed red, “That’s weird, it’s flashing red—but the time is always in blue,” He whispered to himself, discarding the weird occurrence.
He heard a knock on the door. Slowly walking towards the door, it started knocking again, but Jon soon realized that the knocking had turned into pounds; someone was trying to break in! The thing finally broke down the door, and started walking slowly towards the kitchen. Jon peeked behind the wall, and noticed it wasn’t a human. It had no eyes, barely any hair, and was walking with an odd limp. Then, he remembered something quite unusual. It looked an awful lot like a Zombie from his video game. He was pressured; he didn’t know what to do, but he had to think fast. He grabbed the biggest knife he could find in his kitchen, and waited for it behind a wall. Since it was blind, Jon had an advantage. He didn’t make a sound. The Zombie came around the corner, Jon went behind it, grabbed its neck, and harshly stabbed it with the pointy knife. He looked at the knife. It was about 8 inches long, covered with green and red blood. He then looked at the floor, a dead body, surrounded by a large puddle of blood. He went to his balcony door and looked outside. It was autumn. The trees were ablaze with orange, red, and yellow leaves that were beginning to float their way to the luscious and perfectly green grass.
Jon Metani was an outsider. He didn’t have many friends, and the friends he did have had other friends, so Jon would often find himself alone. He was in a state of depression in his ninth grade year, at Queen’s, a private school on the outskirts of Edmonton, Alberta. He did not like it there. Jon would always complain to his parents about how horrid and terrible the school is, but they never paid any attention to his whining.
Jon was what you could call “creative”. He had ADD, and most of the time didn’t pay attention in class. He would doodle on his notebooks about the dreams that he had, mostly the undead and random stick figu-res he came up with in his creative mind. He once had a dream, a little out of the ordinary, about the undead invading earth. Of course, he knew that was not going to happen, but every time he thought about it, he got chills.
After a long day at school, he came home and threw his bag on the ground, “This weighs a ton!” Jon said, “Stupid private schools, always giving me so much homework.” Jon didn’t feel like doing his work today. He trampled down the stairs to his fridge, got some pop, and went down stairs to his basement. He decided he would play his favourite game on his two-thousand dollar gaming rig, Zombie Murder 4. He loved that game. Clocking in seventy-nine hours in a week was a record. After playing three-and-a-half hours today, he decided to go do something else. Usually by now, his Mother would be home, but she wasn’t. Jon went upstairs, and decided that it would be a good idea to do his work, so he did...
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He woke up, confused, not knowing what had happened last night. All he remembers is playing Zombie Murder 4, and then doing his homework. He woke up in an awkward position. His right arm was positioned under his lower back, and his left leg bent in a forty-five degree angle. It was a Thursday, so he went to look at his clock to see what time it was, “Huh?” Jon said, confused.
The clock was flashing “00:00” in red. “Probably just a power outage,” Jon said, as he slowly walked down the stairs to see what the time was on his oven and microwave. They also flashed red, “That’s weird, it’s flashing red—but the time is always in blue,” He whispered to himself, discarding the weird occurrence.
He heard a knock on the door. Slowly walking towards the door, it started knocking again, but Jon soon realized that the knocking had turned into pounds; someone was trying to break in! The thing finally broke down the door, and started walking slowly towards the kitchen. Jon peeked behind the wall, and noticed it wasn’t a human. It had no eyes, barely any hair, and was walking with an odd limp. Then, he remembered something quite unusual. It looked an awful lot like a Zombie from his video game. He was pressured; he didn’t know what to do, but he had to think fast. He grabbed the biggest knife he could find in his kitchen, and waited for it behind a wall. Since it was blind, Jon had an advantage. He didn’t make a sound. The Zombie came around the corner, Jon went behind it, grabbed its neck, and harshly stabbed it with the pointy knife. He looked at the knife. It was about 8 inches long, covered with green and red blood. He then looked at the floor, a dead body, surrounded by a large puddle of blood. He went to his balcony door and looked outside. It was autumn. The trees were ablaze with orange, red, and yellow leaves that were beginning to float their way to the luscious and perfectly green grass.