mandax

Okay, so I wrote this for my own amusement. Sorry if it makes no sense. :/

A pink, florescent dinosaur leaped into the air, weightless and free, bounding over grassy mountaintops. He landed in a formerly placid lake, sending tidal waves surging into the nearby meadows. The puddles of water seeped into the fertile ground and daisies sprung up from the fertile soil among the tail grass. A giraffe that had been colored with crayons was on a cloud. He said, “Kids, don’t try this at home!” and jumped off the fluffy mass of water molecules, plummeting into the lake the dinosaur had just departed from. The pink dinosaur was a brontosaurus named Henry. Henry was wearing spectacles and a cape of gold. He flew across the Grand Canyon and sat down in a grassy field where he played poker with some homely spiders. Meanwhile, the giraffe, Gertrude, blew bubbles with faces that whistled happy tunes.

Then he woke up. The dream had been vivid and unusually lifelike compared to his typically vague dreams. He somehow could recall the creatures’ names, as well, and he mouthed “Gertrude?” in confusion.

Sitting up, he rubbed his eyes, laughing to himself. He quickly changed and went downstairs and into the kitchen where his mother was preparing scrambled eggs and bacon. His father was reading the Sunday paper while drinking a cup of coffee, and his little brother was in his high chair, banging his spoon on the tray.

“Mom,” the boy, John, spoke, “do I have to go to school?”

“Of course you do, Honey,” she replied sweetly, her back turned to the boy as she hovered over the stove.

“But Mom, I’m just going to be a musician anyway,” he asserted. “So what’s the point of getting an education?”

His dad looked up over his paper and smirked.

“Son, go ahead and be a rock star. You can make your dreams happen.”

His wife looked at him, perplexed and aggravated, and disregarded what he had just said.

“John, you might not want to be a rock star later on in life. You’re only thirteen; you’re too young to decide on your future,” she explained, her sweetness turning sour.

John muttered bitterly under his breath.

“What was that, young man?” his mother asked fiercely.

“Nothing,” he mumbled as he put his head down on the table in frustration. He groaned and sat back up. His mouth fell open as he saw, in place of his mother, the giraffe Gertrude cooking breakfast. He let out a terrified scream and propelled backwards, falling off his chair and onto the cold tile. A light chuckle could be heard from behind the vertical newspaper, and as the paper was lowered, a pink dinosaur was visible. Its laugh was identical to his father’s. John gasped and stared in terror as these two cartoons laughed heartily together.

“Oh yes, yes, dreams do come true!” Henry exclaimed.

Abscon

Eh?

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“Oh yes, yes, dreams do come true!” Henry exclaimed.

Not exactly what I would say if my parents turned in to dinosours (Pink ones to..) Dosent sound to terrified..

Allthough it makes pretty much no sense, its still good writing... Good work..

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mandax

Hahaha, thanks. Seriously, I just wanted to write something ridiculous, but Henry is the dinosaur/dad saying the "dreams do come true" line, not John, the son. Did you get that mixed up?

aliceedelweiss

Ha ha ha, cute!

I love strange endings.
Alice

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mandax

Ha, thanks, Alice. Yeah it is pretty strange, especially the end. o__O

mandax

Aw, c'mon, that's it for critiques? I haven't even gotten laughed at yet.

mandax

I showed this to my friend ... and he actually thought that it was really good. I laughed at him.

Can anyone find the underlying meaning in this? Believe it or not, there is one ... and it might not make sense, but it's there! Hahaha.