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« on: September 21, 2004, 10:25:48 PM »
This is a story I just wrote for english, enjoy.
Mien Stomph
I was sitting in my room eating dinner, the fragrant aroma of chili wafted from my plate while reports of nazi dinosaurs flashed on the television screen. It was the last day of summer break and I hadn’t slept at all the night before. I was so tired I could have dropped at any moment. As I was about to climb the latter to my loft, an awful screech that sounded like a hundred jagged nails being dragged across a blackboard pierced the air. As I thought to myself "will I ever get any sleep!?" The screech came again; I looked out my window and saw a giant KristalNachtadon! Its scales were jagged and translucent as if it were made of broken glass. I ran outside my house and down the road, but as I was running ,I heard jackboots quick behind me, I looked back and saw a pack of vicious Gestapo raptors.
While I was running from the Gestapo raptors I caught sight of the city. I stopped dead in my tracks. The Gestapo raptors however could not hit their brakes quite in time and fell off the cliff. The night air smelled like the inside of a pet shop terrarium, above the town circled an entire fleet of kaiserdactyles. The fleet was large and black like an ominous storm cloud with lots of little teeth. I decided against going into the city. As I made my way to Skofield park I thought to myself, "I’ll never get any sleep now", but at that moment my route was being cut off by an enormous Mengelesaurus, I ran through his legs as fast as I could. While trying to turn and make chase, the Mengelesaurus tripped over an abandon bus and was out cold. I kept running.
I made it to Skofield Park, the trees looked like giant pipe cleaners and the woods smelled of extinguished campfires. As I walked deeper into the forest, I came upon something I never thought would be in the park. It was the Nazisaur Command Post! The ground began to shake and a conveniently placed cup of joe began to ripple. Rising up through the trees I saw the mighty Hitlersaurus Rex! He made move to stomp me. As his leather foot was about to come down, I shouted "Wait! Why are you doing this?"
"We’ve come to do away with the Jewsaurs and Hebrew raptors!" The Hitlersaurus replied.
I then told him that there were no Jewish dinosaurs, and the Hitlersaurus scratched his giant head with his tiny arm(no mean feat) and then shamefully recalled his troops. He withdrew from Santa Barbara, never to be seen again. This would have been great if I had gotten any sleep, but instead I had to great straight to the first day of school.
The moral of this story is – Nazisuars! I hate those guys.
The End