PEZ
His hands quivered in his pockets, no-one had had the guts to do what he was about to do. He took his hands and placed them on the horizontal metal pole in front of him and held tight. Taking a deep breath he jumped up over the pole and let go. As he fell, he remebered the PEZ dispenser in his pocket...
posted by mudbrick at 11:10 AM
7 Comments:
im not sure what those PEZ things are made of, but they are american so they must involve lots of sugar...
and i think you may have had too many mike ol' boy
7:03 AM
Not at all!
...and thought about its raspberry goodness. Maybe there was something in this life worth living for, after all. PEZ had made him happy in all the times he wanted to strangle his cat, Mr. Faggot, who always urinated in his milk. PEZ had settled his nerves the day that he had taken the "Do You Have Rabies? Ring This Number Now!" Test, and held his hand in its metaphorical own while he cried on the day his staple died. Yes, maybe, just maybe, PEZ was worth living for...
11:39 PM
He quickly snatched the metal railing and hung on. He thought of the big mistake he had almost made. His heart now filled with thoughts of PEZ he lifted his body up and clung to the next rung up, his feet hanging precariously over empty space.
The adrenaline and cat urine in his veins pumped as he pulled himself to safety, this was the first day of the rest of his life!
He took a few steps towards the steps that led to the steps that would lead straight to the staircase that he would climb back up to the lift which would, in turn, take him to where he was going. James (which we would assume to be the man/boy's name as no other characters have been introduced, and if another was being introduced then the use of a new paragraph would be used... usually.) took the PEZ dispenser from his pocket, stroking it lovingly...
4:04 PM
"That was a close one, old friend." He said to the dispenser. He looked around to make sure no one was watching and gently kissed the cartoon character head that was atop of the dispenser.
7:08 PM
[new paragraph]
"YUCK!" shouted Derrin, the inexplicably rude PEZ dispensing, comical bust (the artistic term, not the one referring to a woman's bosom). "I appreciate the thought, but you need to clean your teeth every now and again, James."
"You talk!?!" James shouted, with many punctuation marks of query and excitement at the end of his utterance.
"Of course I talk. I told you last night. You wrote it in your diary," replied Derrin.
"Oh yeah..."
1:00 AM
I was thinking that nothing ends a story like a nuclear warhead, but i realised that there are more stories which begin with warheads than end.
After the dust cloud settled, PEZ perused his newly formed body. The radiation had made him change, it made him into something else, something that he saw previously in his dreams... he had become
9:02 AM
He had become... Percival Pretzel, the not quite pelican or knight and not quite sugar filled American treat.
Whilst Percival shared his name with the other two notable heroes from other fictional adventures (thought some may argue that the knights of the round table really did exist) it was there that the comparison stopped. He was not noble, he was not saved by a boy who lived in a shed on a beach where it rained a lot and he had four wings instead of the standard two.
One of the common misconceptions concerning wings is that more is best, these rings true for Percival could fly like none other however he had no arms.
11:22 PM
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