Family guy part 1

When peter trips over one of stewie’s toys, falls on the ground and ends up breaking his favourite coffee mug. To his surprise a genie pops out of the broken pieces “hi, name a place and I shall send you there for a week! Muahahaha!!” Laughs the genie!! “Oh! Peter! This is great! A week’s vacation!! We could go to the Caribbean like we always wanted!!” Says Louis. “Wwwwwaait a minute!! This man looks a bit too odd to be a genie!!” Says Peter. “It's because of my accent isn’t it!!” Shouts the genie. “Oh! Boy! This is more awkward than the time Michael Jackson volunteered to baby-sit Stewie.” Peter sighs.FLASHBACK Oh! No I am not accusing you of anything man, its just that, "long pause", me and Louis decided we're going to have a nice evening at home! Says peter looking up at the ceiling and avoiding confrontation, while Michael is looking down at the floor with disappointmentEND OF FLASHBACKPeter, the man is been standing there for half and hour, maybe you should hurry up and make a decision! Says Brian. This would be an excellent time to get read of my biggest enemy!! Harry Potter!! Says stewie, Hogwarts school is where were heading! Shouts stewie with joy, and to the surprise of the family, before stewie could finish sentence they were are all in a dark room full of witchcrafts where there was a big feast celebrating Harry Potter's engagement to Cho Chang. Hey, you guys! Maybe we should lay low so we don’t get singled out or get into some sort of trouble! Whispers Brian. I think it's too late for that!! Says Louis angrily, as peter is fighting with a witch, I wanted that piece of chicken and you knew that I was about to grab it!! Screams peter. There is plenty more chicken! There is no need to be greedy!! Fights back the witchcraft. Silence! Shouts Harry Potter. I want them both sent the chamber of torture for the next 2 days!! Demands Harry. OH! COME ON!! He knew I wanted that piece of chicken! Shouts Peter while being dragged out by the guards. Stop! Shouts Harry! Bring the fat chap to me at once!OH!! Come on kid, it was only a piece of chicken, lets not make a big deal out of nothing! Alright? Interferes Brian. Catch doggy!! Was Harry’s response as he threw Brian a bone. This is a worse misunderstanding than when I spilled my glass of white wine on the bed sheet …FLASH BACK… peter comes home from his anger management meeting and goes up to his bed room. “Lewis!!” Shouts peter as he smacks his wife on the face. END OF FLASHBACKHarry: Are you the one they call Peter? No, she is. Said peter pointing at Meg.Louis: OH! Peter! Stop it!Potter: I really need your helpPeter: Me?Harry: Yes! Peter: shoot!Harry: ok, so I want your son over there to take my place for a weekPeter interrupts: that’s my daughter Meg, my Son is over there Chris is standing next to a witch with his head down apologising: I am sorry I broke your broom, but I thought it was magic and it would make me fly.Witch says: it is a magic broom, but even magic can not handle that much weight!Peter interrupts: hey Chris, come over here!Chris: what’s up dad? Peter: you are going to stay in Hogwarts for a while and were going to take Harry instead of youHarry explains: which would mean that you would have to be me for a while, and that’s why ABRA CADABRA!!All of a sudden Chris turns all skinny and his voice started to change.Chris: I feel a bit too skinny dad!!Peter slaps Chris and says: Damn it! No son of mine is going to be a homosexual!Harry looks quite pissed and says: hey!! That’s just the British accent mate!!Peter: Oh! Yes! I am sorry son. I just don’t have any tolerance towards…. And before finished his sentence, he was sitting on his couch at home in Quahog.Louis: Harry, we need to make a few changes to your appearance.Harry: why is that?Louis: well. Why don’t you find out for yourself?Peter: Chris, could u go get the paper son?Harry: ok, dad.Harry goes out for around half an hour then comes in the house, with his face covered in eggs.Louis: Chris, I don’t want to say I told you so!! (Then bursts out laughing)Harry goes up and to shower, and then goes into his new room, opens his closet, then runs down the stairs and screams: there is a monkey in my closet!! Louis and Peter's only reaction was hard laughter.Peter : Meg, what were you doing in your brother's closet...continues..

Winter's Daughter

Title : WINTER’S DAUGTER.

Source: The Snow Queen and other stories.
Setting : Rural Woolsthorpe Manner.
Plot : Illusion and Reality.
Characters: James , Julia, Fleecy, Priam


Woolsthorpe Manner is a small village in Canterbury. It is situated on edge of a thick forest. The forest is full of tallest trees and the shrubs are thickly spreading throughout the area. It is very difficult for the people to go in .Even the animals find it difficult to make their way .Sometimes the sun’s rays can’t penetrate into the thick and dense forest. People are afraid to walk into the deep forest.

Woolsthorpe Manner is a hamlet near the forest. It has a very little population .There are very few houses built for small group of people They are humble and innocent and leading a natural life The people are not cunning Moreover, they are superstitious in their beliefs. Every house is blessed with a baby or some children except the house of Mr. and Mrs James. They have no child of their own. Every house is echoed with love and laughter of the children. The house of James resounded with pets. Instead of the human offspring their house is filled with animal pets. For them pets are pleasant but children are more wonderful. As they grow in age they need human assistance .Julia ,the woman feels for a child to take care of them in their old age. But the man tried to divert his wife’s desire to have a child by ma

The Tale of the Twins

The Tale Of The Twins

Source: Traditional Tales

Plot: magic spell

Setting: House of the Farmer and his wife

Characters: Farmer
Farmer’s wife
Son
Daughter
Ogress
Nymph



Once upon a time there existed a magical world. There lived a farmer and his wife. The world played magical wonders upon the couple. They had a long cherished desire for a child. They offered many prayers. In the end their prayers were granted. The wife of the farmer came to know that she was expecting a baby. Behind the house there was a beautiful garden with bounteous trees which were laden with fruits and clusters of flowers. However the farmer and his wife dare not step into the garden as it was owned by a wicked Ogress and everybody feared her. One day when the woman was standing by her window looking down into the garden, she noticed a flower bed full of the prettiest flowers and also a bunch of golden apples hung over the branches. Her eyes were fixed on the spectacular scene. She had a channelled desire to eat some of them. Day after day she would sit by the window, her eyes fixed on the golden apples for hours together. Eating those Golden Apples became an obsession to her and eventually she became pale and miserable. Her husband noticed her pensive mood.

Farmer: What is wrong, my dear?
Wife: I must eat one of those golden apples or I will die!!
Farmer: Then I have no other option but to sneak into the neighbouring garden and pluck some golden apples.

Then the husband hurried up and opened his back door occasionally stepping on a twig and plucked one of the golden apples.

Wife: How happy I am! I must eat this at once. (eats) Oh! This apple is as sweet as nectar. May I ask you to bring more of these golden apples?
Farmer: I cannot go back into that garden for fear of death. I know my words prove senseless against your fear of death.
Wife: I thank you a million times.

Later on in the night the husband hurried up the way to the garden once again. At that time the Ogress was collecting plants in her garden. The husband walked straight into the Ogress with his apple filled hands.

Ogress: How dare you come into my garden!!!(she screamed) is it to steal my golden apples? You will have to face the consequence of your actions
Farmer: please be to me ,I beg you.. In fact I am not a thief . My wife told me she would die if she did not have some of these golden apples
Ogress; Alright, you can take those apples as many as you want .But on one condition, you give me your baby when it is born.
Farmer: What a horrible thing !
Ogress: I heard your thoughts. Do not worry .I will look after the baby like my own child . The unbounded They joy of the couple did not last a moment even.. she had everything in ogress, even.

Nine months later, his wife gave birth tuto twins ,a charming boy and a beautiful girl. The unbounded joy of the couple did not last a moment even. They soon became miserable as they have to give one of their children to the ogress. Unable to decide which child be given to the ogress, they. relied on their instinct in that situation.

Ogress; Remember What you have promised me .
The farmer ; Yes, I am giving my loving daughter to you .
Ogress;I must keep this lovely one in a magical cave.

With the upbringing of the ogress ,the baby grew up to be a beautiful girl. She had everything in ogress’ house. But with all this, the daughter was lonely. Eachday the ogress would walk to her magical cave and chanted the words ‘open Sesame,’ then the door would open .She would sing to the daughter and entertain her. When she left the cave , she again chanted the words ‘close Sessame’.Then the door was closed. The man and woman were stricken with grief and repented for what they have done.

Son what is the matter? Why are you looking sad ? It gives me immense pleasure to attend that work.
Farmer: My dear son, you can’t lighten our grief-stricken heart . you know, your dear sister is under the care of an ogress.
Son; you trust me, I can +venture even to horizon to bring my sister..I will certainly release my sister from the clutches of the wicked ogress.
Wife;Oh! My brave son, undoubtedly you could do that . Good-luck.
Farmer: God-speed with you.
Son:Let me embark on my mission .I will search for you in every nook and corner sister.
He soon galloped away to the dense forest . The son searched for many and grew weary until he stumbled upon the cave. He could see a cave behind the bush and the door moving aside.
Son; I can hear some foot-steps .Let me go a little closer. I suspect, this might be the place where my sister is kept .some human is in the cave and a gigantic form is opening the cave.
Ogress;What!girl..Why do you look unhappy. I can bring Heaven and constellation ,if you please.
Girl;I am in a golden cage . My spirit had been dampening for twenty years.
Ogress; I want you to be happy every day my dear!

FLCL. Fan fiction

They say ignorance is bliss… they could be right you know. Finding out they your planet is considered the backwater hillbilly joke of every sentient being this side of infinity, kind of makes everything seam a bit pointless ya know?

So, I sit here in the butt hole of the universes steering out at my home town watching the people go about there sad little lives… wondering where I went wrong.

No…it wasn’t my fault it was hers, Vespa riding psycho, why she chose me ill never know, maybe she didn’t, I mean could have been a random hit and run… if she hadn’t smashed me in the head with her guitar afterwards…

So it turns out the medical mechanica are using our trashy little planet as a staging area for weapons production, you would think out of the thousands of people living in this town someone would have been concerned about the massive factory on the hill that no one go’s into or leaves. But that's us humans for ya. Anyway, so coz of the developing planets bill and some activists taking pity on our slumming selves, the powers that be in the universe decide to send an agent here to check it out… and she hits me in the head with a guitar. Now it turns out there is a point to it, I have a very rear and (so I am told) nearly imposable mutation. In between the left and right side of my brain there’s a N.O. space, a point where time and matter cease to exist… we as a species are about 40.000 years off developing this ability, let alone using it… now I want you to imagine for a moment, someone tells you that in between your ears is a space of absolutely nothing, less than nothing and that this nothing is so special that it can let things cross huge spaces in seconds… yay…

So she smacks me in the head and uses it to transport stuff to our technologically backward place, and it would have worked if the medical mechanica’s enemies hadn’t decided to use the line to send weapons to destroy Thayer factory. Good for us? No, Problem being that the mechanica would destroy the planet if Thayer factory was captured.

So the day after meeting said nutcase I wake up with a lump sprouting from my head, embarrassing as you’d imagine, which shortly bursts free into 2 robots trying to kill each other… enter Haruko, smashing everything that moves…

I return home beaten and dishevelled to find her at my dinner table, she’s became our live in house keeper she tells me, dads overjoyed... So now I have a house keeper, a permanently distracted father and a psychotic alien guard… you think having things pop out of an empty space in your head is strange, you should try living with a deranged alien, first she invades my room, turns my cat in to a intergalactic walky-talky, repairs one of the robots she’s smacked up to do her job at the house, dehydrates dad and sticks him in a cupboard and humiliates me at school, all in all I hated every minute of it, now I miss it.

She finished her job here, and left right then, not even a goodbye.

She’s been gone for months, the factory’s shut down and silent, the destroyed alien machines dragged away by government agency’s to be fanatically researched in a attempt to catch there tech up with the rest of the universe…

They even kept me in a lab for the first few weeks after she left, trying to extract working alien tech from my head, fortunately without Haruko here it doesn’t seam to work anymore, otherwise I would be there strapped to a table with men in white cotes ripping peaces of weird stuff from my head to be studied. That small luck seams to be all I have been afforded, that and I still have the guitar she gave me… its looks so normal, even though Iv seen what it really dose. I guess I should learn how to play it, since Iv been carrying it around for months.

Will tweak the whole thing and End is still to come…
You think the end should be “morbid wow is life on this little planet” or "she returns/lead in for something more interesting" tipe of thing?

Chris

Truman Returns

Truman stepped out the doors of Seahaven, the artificial town he has called home all his life, populated with actors he believed were real citizens, real family and real friends. He walked down a dark corridor looking for the exit to the real world. His heart raced with excitement at the prospect of experiencing freedom and free will in shaping his own destiny, having real relationships and unscripted conversations with people, and getting the chance to discover his true past. But that excitement was tinged with fear about the uncertainty of what awaits him in the ‘real’ world. The trauma of finding out that everything that he experienced in his life in Seahaven was in fact a scripted reality show shook all his beliefs to the core. He was truly stepping into the unknown. But what drove him most was the thought of being able to see Sylvia again. The thought of being able to be with her again after all those years gave him hope to face this uncertainty. Nothing else mattered.

He stepped out the giant dome only to be greeted by massive cheers from large crowds, as well as police barricades and television crew. It was one of the biggest television and news events in history and thousands of fans gathered with signs and posters. Every major news organization gathered in front of the dome with cameras and microphones in hope of getting the first quotes from Truman on the day of his freedom. Everything felt so surreal to Truman; he had never seen this many people in his life, let alone the media frenzy and the deafening noise. The police helped him push through the massive crowd, but he has no idea where he is going. Paranoia started to grip him, his heart raced and he had trouble breathing. Then his legs gave way and he fainted.

“…….plenty of rest and fluids. He’s under tremendous stress and trauma and it won’t be easy.”

“I understand doctor. I’ll help him through this. Thank you so much.”

The voices echoed in Truman’s head as he slowly regains consciousness.

“Can u hear me Truman?”

“Sylvia…?”

He recognized her voice instantly. He opened his eye one eyelid at the time, and was greeted by the sight of the only woman he had ever loved, staring back at him with eyes filled with tears.

“How was Fiji?” he joked, remembering that that was the excuse given for her disappearance from Seahaven. She sobbed and laughed, and embraced him. The whole thing still felt surreal to him, but at that very moment this new reality was everything he had dreamt about.

A year has passed since the escape from Seahaven. Truman and Sylvia got married, but they did not get the fairytale ending they wanted. Truman was a reluctant celebrity, and as the former star of the biggest show in television history, he was recognized everywhere he went. It was tremendously hard to settle down and have kids with the amount of attention he was getting from the media and tabloids, as well as fanatical fans of the show. And it was a worldwide phenomenon. Sylvia and Truman did their best to navigate through all the attention, while trying to rehabilitate Truman to adjust to life in the ‘real’ world. Sylvia too was subjected to intense scrutiny from paparazzi as well as threats from hardcore Truman Show fans who saw her responsible for setting Truman on his path to finding the truth about Seahaven, thus ending the show.

But all this attention took a toll on Truman, and on their marriage. Having been sheltered from the real world all his life, Truman discovered that the real world can be a cold and lonely place. He saw the dark side of human nature that was not present in the sterile but friendly world of Seahaven. In Seahaven, he has to deal with actors who pretended to be his friends or family, but in the real world he had to deal with a different kind of ‘fakeness’-people who treated him differently because he was a celebrity. It was hard to deal with everyday people who have watched him grown up from a baby to an adult and who know every single detail of his upbringing. The stress, pressure and paranoia got to Truman, and eventually led to a split with Sylvia. Truman sank into depression.

Then came Christmas day, half a year after the split with Sylvia. Truman laid drunk and depressed on the bed in the house where he and Sylvia once shared. He was broke and unemployed; the degree he earned from studying in Seahaven was useless in the real world. Then the lights went off.

“Great. Just Great!” he mumbled. He got up and slowly walked towards the table to search the pile of mail for the power bill. Then he came across a yellow envelope only addressed to a Truman Burbank. Curious, he tore open the envelope and skimmed through the letter. It was a proposal from a television company for him to do a reality tv series about his life, but unlike the Truman Show, there were no actors.

“Unbelievable. Just unbelievable.” And he threw the letter to the floor and went back to drinking on his bed. Then he got back up, picked up the letter, and made a phone call. He decided to do it.

The advertisements were all over the television, radio and newspapers. The hype machine was in full force. Truman was going back on the air. The whole world was talking about it; in cafes, school classrooms, pubs and even in the newsrooms. Millions of viewers stayed home in anticipation for the first live 3 hour episode of ‘Truman Burbank’. Cheers greeted the first sight of Truman on the screen.

Millions sat or stood transfixed to the television as they watched Truman interacting with real world. It was the Truman they knew and loved; only the characters were different. It was more a comedy than a drama as they laughed at Truman’s humorous antics in the cotemporary world as the cameras followed him. Then he led the cameramen to the residence of super producer Christof, the creator of the original Truman show, a producer who had unbelievable recognition and clout with the government that he could even be allowed to do a show as unethical as the Truman Show. The cameramen were caught by surprise by Truman’s actions. This was not planned to happen. Truman knocked on the door.

The door opened and there stood Christof.

“I saw you on tv. I knew you were coming.”

The tension was so high even the cameramen felt uncomfortable. Truman stepped in front of Christof and whispered words that could not be picked up by the camera microphones. The world watched uncomfortably at the first meeting between the Truman and his ‘creator’, between ‘father’ and ‘son’.

They stood face to face.

Bang!

Truman fell to the ground. Christof shouted for Truman. He fell onto the porch steps, blood oozing from his belly, and his right hand clutching a pistol. The world audience gasped in horror as the show cut to an advertisement.

2 years has passed since the Truman tragedy that shook the world. The fallout from the tragedy was huge. People began to question the morality of making and even watching a show like the original Truman Show. The world decided never again would they allow producers to play god. But eventually people started to forget about Truman and moved on.

And Christof admitted the error of his ways, but was vilified by many. He became recluse in his mansion ever since.

One day his phone rang.

“Hello?”

There was no reply at the other end. Just the sound of cars in the background which suggests it was from a payphone.

Christof smiled. He knew who was on the other end. He swore never to ‘play god’ again, but the irony of ‘giving’ life to someone, then ‘taking’ it didn’t escape him. He smiled again and shook his head, looked out the widow and prayed that he was okay and hope he finally forgave him.

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