First Week Oct 2010

The theme of this story: serious action. 

The main character: pessimistic pedlar. 

The major event of the story: journey.

Must use at least two:

Atom-Striker

Mud
Hope
Inflated
Creepy

Nick will begin this round

Pessimistic Peddler

           It was a dark and muddy day and Bob the Pessimistic Peddler was going to the store to buy an Atom-Striker for his biggest adventure: to Los Vegas .

           As he entered the store, he went to the aisle with the sign that read “Atom-striker”. And he bought the cheapest one. He headed to the check out.

The lady at the check out said, “ That will be 100 gold, please.”

 “Ok,” said Bob. So, Bob gave the lady gold and left the store.

He headed out to Los Vegas for the Atom-striker competition , but on the way he encountered...        

(by James)

                  ...A gang of Rat-Men that also had Atom-strikers. They started towards Bob. He noticed the anger in thier eyes. Picking up his own Atom-striker, he started charging it. But while he was charging it, one of the rat-men hit him over the head with a pipe, knocking Bob out. They moved him to thier hideout in a abandoned house.

When Bob came to, he noticed that he was tied up. He shouted in defiance, but his kidnappers were gone, having left him to rot in the house. Bob started to cry, “I’ll never make it to the Atom-striker competition.”

Just then a light appeared in front of him . The light started to speak, “Don’t fret little one.”

“Did you just speak?” he asked confused.

           The light flittered and said, “Oh yes, peddler I am you fairy god son.”
          
           “I don’t have a son. and can you grant wishes?”

           “Oh no, I can’t do wishes but I can cut rope,” said the fairy triumphantly.

           Bob rolled his yes,“Well. Can you cut the rope?”

           “Yes,” he answered obliviously. 
          
           “Well, cut it all ready!” demanded Bob.
          
           “Fine, grumpy gus.” Just then the ropes turned into nacho cheese.
          
           Standing up, Bob said, “We better get going. What’s your name, anyway?”

The fairy godson extended his hand, “Tim.”

            Bob shook his hand and said, “Well, let’s go.”

          

            The new found friends walked to the competition, but when they arrived the contest was over. “No! We missed it!” yelled Bob.

“We didn’t die, that’s good,” said Bob’s fairy godson.

          

           “Well, we still didn’t make it to the competition either.” 
          

           “We have each other that’s something,” offered Tim.
          

           “Ya Tim, we have each other.”
          

           Then Bob and Tim walked home.

The End