a story worth forgetting

[gentlegiant]

chapter one.

And suddenly the beast dove toward me, it’s teeth barred in a tight snarl, and ready to tear me into tiny bits.
I took out my enchanted hatchet, and stuck it fast into the beast’s flesh, making it cry out in agony.
Suddenly, the lights went out, and I figured one of the lines must have gone down. “gimme a sec, I gotta go and look at the breaker, I think the power went out.” I took my LED light out of one of my many pockets which were in the particular pair of pants I wore.
I made my way to the breaker box, pushing aside cobwebs and boxes. I reached it, and opened the cover, to see a cloud of smoke shoot out into my face, causing me to drop the light and grasp my hands to my face. I bent down to pick up the light, but smashed my head on one of the corners on the breaker box, knocking me unconscious.
Chapter two.
When I awoke, the most beautiful person I had ever seen was looking down at me, a sad smile on her face….no, I didn’t make a mistake- I meant to say HER face…
“looks like as if you took a bad hit…but thank goodness you’re awake! I was beginning to grow worried.”
“mmm? Mmph…wwmmph…” I opened my mouth. “how’s that again?”
“you’ve obviously struck your head, and hard too. Anyway, that knocked you unconscious, and your wife found you and brought you here.”
“my wife?” I asked, confused. “but I’m not married. Am I?”
“have you forgotten…poor man you…” she said, sympathy edged her voice
What? How could I have forgotten anything? That wouldn’t be like me! I said the same, “what?! How could I have forgotten anything?! That wouldn’t be like me!…or would it?” a asked myself…”I surely don’t think so…” the nurse said, putting her hand on my shoulder, giving me goosebumps. I said, rather shakily. “so, uh…if I am indeed, as you say, married, is my, uh, umm…my wife here?”
“uh, why, yes sir. As I said, she brought you here.”

 

[Lubiana]

It sounds interesting and funny. What happened to the crazy monster tho? What kind of monster was it?

 

[gentlegiant]

well...upon the lights being out, turns out a lightbulb shattered...the monster stepped on a shard of broken glass and went berserk. he jumped so high he hit the ceiling and suffered a major concussion. and, also, upon bringing the man to the hospital, his wife threw the beast in the trailer with a skidloader, and, after dropping her husband off, she took the beast to the local museum and now he sits on display, loaded with tranquilizers, and chained to the shelf upon which he sits.

 

[Lycana]

That sounds delightfully insane!

 

[gentlegiant]

the man, named him, looked up to see an old woman in her mid-twenties, staring at him through tearstained eyes. now, the tears, he could tell, were not those of sorrow, but of sadness-i mean, happiness. tears of happiness. 'but..what could she be happy about? and what on earth is she doing in the doorway of my room?'
"oh, Jim!" she cried, coming towards the man. 'must be my wife...but what's she so happy about?' he though to himself. "hi dear..." he said, sounding funny to himself...
"Jim, i have something to tell you."
"fire away."
"Jim...i...well, Jim, i'm pregnant."
she said, giggling. "oh my goodness! what did you say?! as if one of you is'nt enough! i mean...i love you so much! " he said, suddenly feeling weak in the knees...or was that his ankles? oh bother, never mind.

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[Lycana]

what did you say?! as if one of you is'nt enough! i mean...i love you so much!

*giggles uncontrollably*

 

[gentlegiant]

*thank you. i shall write more later*

 

[gentlegiant]

in an old shack in the dark alley, in the small town, of a little state called frenzy, Jim's brother-in-law's cousin's uncle's sister's wife's husband sat, oiling his tennis shoes, after a hard game of chess against his wife's sister's best-friend's brother's sister-in-law.
"that was a good game of chess. but i have to go to the doctor to check up on jim. i'll see ya later."
see ya, the girl replied.
at the hospital, this man, who we'll call Hendrix, sat with jims wife, waiting to go in and see jim. "hows he doing?" "oh, he's doing pretty good...he'll be out tomorrow."
then, it was time to go in. Hendrix talked with jim awhile. then a police officer came in the room. "who are they?!" he asked Jim's wife, pointing to the two men.
"well, Jim'n'Hendrix. why?"
"Jimmy hendrix?! wow!" the man shouted. "could i get an autograpgh? "

(for those of you who have no idea who Jimmy Hendrix is, that wasn't intended for you. for those of you who have heard of him, that was for you.

 

[Lycana]

I've heard of him. Now, can I get an autograph or not? (kinda hard since he's dead- great story tho!)

 

[gentlegiant]

*oh thanks.*