Posted 03-12-2004 at 12:21:27
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Good luck on the contest thingie...you have my permission to borrow, steal, and otherwise take any or all of the words below for a story starter idea. Free. Good luck! :-)
Jack Granite crawled to the tent opening and opened the flap to his musty canvas tent that was plumped down on the African Savanah, only to watch a psychotic mosquito flitter around in erratic circles, like watching spit go down a Standard commode, when it finally landed on his forehead.
Jack pensively pulled out from his khaki waistband, his trusty 45 (degree T-Square) and began chopping at his forehead like one of those Japanese restauraunts where you all sit around watching a chef with food splotched all over the front chopping the food like a guy in Africa chopping a mosquito with a 45 degree T-square.
Jack mashed the remains of the mosquito carcass across his forehead as a badge of courage and bristled through the knee high natural (replanted) grasses toward a large tree or bush or something, to view waaay off in the distance a big mountain with snow on top. "Yes." Jack thought. "That was one big mountain. It makes me think it's symbolic or something." He started to sweat and felt it roll down the back of his knee into his white, knee-high K-Mart, Joe Boxer, socks. As he stood there, standing looking at the big mountain with sticky socks and a smushed bug on his forehead, flashbacks of the 2nd grade came to mind of the time Timmy whatshisname hit him in the head slushball with a rock in it and they both had to go to the principals office, and Jack was the only one crying because he was traumatized by stupid Timmy's slushball. Jack thinks Timmy's in "The Pen" today because Timmy never was good at any schoolwork and took great pleasure in banging Jack upside the head with a slushball with a rock.
Suddenly repulsed by something deep down inside, Jack violently threw up carrots.
"It's going to be hot today," said Jack with sweaty conviction. "I never should've come back here. Mom was right."