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- Dec 20, 2010
Hey peeps! I'm writing a fan fiction story about well, Hyrule of course! So, I can't wait for your comments, constructive critism, and overall opinoins. Here we go.
- Chapter One: A Normal Day.... or so They Claim
I took a moment. I closed my eyes, and deeply breathed the air of Summer freedom, which usually smelled like car fumes here in Philadelphia. I pushed the sounds of cars zooming by, the wretched scent of cigarettes, and the blinding sunlight, which had somehow penetrated my eyelids from my head. I opened my eyes to a fine, but foul modern city. I went on for two more blocks, until I arrived at home, where I was blessed with an annoying mom, a Phillies obsessed dad, and an stupid "Legend of Zelda" addicted brother. If it wasn't for my friends at school, I'd be dead. I turned the key, to find something absolutely bizarre.
I tip-toed through the apartment carefully, as if a psycho was lurking somewhere in my home, awaiting the kill. Now, I was certain of it.
There was a weird, jelly-like substance coating the walls. It took all the willpower I could muster to not taste it. It was a metallic red, the same color of paint. I stuck my hand in it. It was more gelatinous than anything I had ever seen before. I stared in horror and disgust. I wondered how long Mom would ground me for this.
Suddenly, I heard a noise. A noise like Jell-o bouncing on the floor. It came from my room. I walked carefully, like I was walking on thin ice. I saw something absolutely horrifying, which made me regret peeking into my room.
How many curses passed my lips during this event, I will never know. I stared, ready to wretch, at creatures made of goo, on my bed. They had large yellow eyes, and came in many different colors. I felt like I had seen them somwhere before.
"Yes!" I thought. "Caleb's dumb Zelda games!" This was where they came from. What did he call them? Chuchus? He had forced me to watch him play his games a few times, so I remembered how to kill them. I skidded to the kitchen. I got the biggest knife I could find, and began to stab them, one by one.
"Almost all of them," I thought gleefully. All that was left was the group of purple chuchus. I thrust at one. The blade went right through it. I took a moment to remember what Caleb had done. He had used a shield of some sort to reflect light onto them, which turned them to stone. But I didn't have a shield. Suddenly, an idea formed in the depths of my brain. I skated through the piles of goo accumulating on my floor, until I steered myself to the window. There was no time to waste, so I opened my cutains. Immediately, each one was petrefied. I threw them on my floor, feeling like I had strangled those Chus to death. My hands indicated that.
Just as the knife was back in the drawer, the door opened. My Mom said "Eyal, did anything happen while I was gone?"
"You have no clue," I thought.
- Chapter One: A Normal Day.... or so They Claim
I took a moment. I closed my eyes, and deeply breathed the air of Summer freedom, which usually smelled like car fumes here in Philadelphia. I pushed the sounds of cars zooming by, the wretched scent of cigarettes, and the blinding sunlight, which had somehow penetrated my eyelids from my head. I opened my eyes to a fine, but foul modern city. I went on for two more blocks, until I arrived at home, where I was blessed with an annoying mom, a Phillies obsessed dad, and an stupid "Legend of Zelda" addicted brother. If it wasn't for my friends at school, I'd be dead. I turned the key, to find something absolutely bizarre.
I tip-toed through the apartment carefully, as if a psycho was lurking somewhere in my home, awaiting the kill. Now, I was certain of it.
There was a weird, jelly-like substance coating the walls. It took all the willpower I could muster to not taste it. It was a metallic red, the same color of paint. I stuck my hand in it. It was more gelatinous than anything I had ever seen before. I stared in horror and disgust. I wondered how long Mom would ground me for this.
Suddenly, I heard a noise. A noise like Jell-o bouncing on the floor. It came from my room. I walked carefully, like I was walking on thin ice. I saw something absolutely horrifying, which made me regret peeking into my room.
How many curses passed my lips during this event, I will never know. I stared, ready to wretch, at creatures made of goo, on my bed. They had large yellow eyes, and came in many different colors. I felt like I had seen them somwhere before.
"Yes!" I thought. "Caleb's dumb Zelda games!" This was where they came from. What did he call them? Chuchus? He had forced me to watch him play his games a few times, so I remembered how to kill them. I skidded to the kitchen. I got the biggest knife I could find, and began to stab them, one by one.
"Almost all of them," I thought gleefully. All that was left was the group of purple chuchus. I thrust at one. The blade went right through it. I took a moment to remember what Caleb had done. He had used a shield of some sort to reflect light onto them, which turned them to stone. But I didn't have a shield. Suddenly, an idea formed in the depths of my brain. I skated through the piles of goo accumulating on my floor, until I steered myself to the window. There was no time to waste, so I opened my cutains. Immediately, each one was petrefied. I threw them on my floor, feeling like I had strangled those Chus to death. My hands indicated that.
Just as the knife was back in the drawer, the door opened. My Mom said "Eyal, did anything happen while I was gone?"
"You have no clue," I thought.