This is where I got the prompt: http://www.writersdigest.com/WritingPrompts/
Your favorite newsletter editor Brian A. Klems hosted a 4th of July party for the WD staff, forum members and newsletter loyalists. It was all fun and games until one guest got a little out of control and broke Brian's favorite possession. (What possession? The more creative/silly your answer, the better). Write this scene.
Oh no! Not his limited edition Pikachu action figure! Brian dropped to his knees dramatically and held his face in his hands screaming, "Noooooooo!". Meanwhile, the guest who tipped the action figure over was still going through a seizure, but no one paid any attention to him because they found him repulsive. "How could you do such a thing, Fred? I thought we were friends!", said an astonished Brian as he went back to his feet. Fred though, took no notice of Brian's presence and continued to roll his eyes into the back of his head and twitch uncontrollably on the floor. "Okay, Fred", uttered Brian as he weeped uncontrollably. "I see how it is now. You are a jealous jerk! I never loved your stories! I always pretended to laugh so that you would just shut up every once in a while! And yes, I did steal that last piece of chocolate cake! All was silent...except for Fred's routine spasms, of course. But suddenly, Brian fell to his knees, embraced Fred, and repeatedly shouted,"I FORGIVE YOU! I FORGIVE YOU!".
And then, out of the blue, a chunk of coconut dripping wet with mango juice appeared on the table. What was exceptionally eerie about the mysterious piece of coconut, was that it was glowing. Jerry, another party guest, dived for the coconut chunk and snatched it swiftly off the table. Everyone looked at him confusedly, for they were still trying to process how a chunk of coconut could just appear out of nowhere. Everyone glued their eyes to Jerry for an explanation, but he left them unsatisfied. He immediately dashed through the room and out the front door, holding the glowing coconut in his hand. Sinister giggles could be heard echoing out of his mouth.
After he left, the guests looked at each other with puzzled faces, hoping that someone would clarify why such things were happening. Two minutes later, everyone seemed to have forgotten the little incident, because they averted their attention to Fred and Brian, who could be seen joking around with each other and making up. They were too good of friends to split apart over a silly little action figure.
"IMA EAT CH'YOU!", shouted a woman near the dining table. Everyone stopped what they were doing gazed curiously at the person who had shouted this obscene comment. Jessica, Brian's fiancee, and the lady who had just screamed, was found with a Hitmonchan half way through her mouth. Then, another shrill cry was heard and everyone turned to look at poor Brian, who fell into angiush over losing another one of his treasured Pokemon action figures. "JESSICA, NOOOO!!!", screeched Brian as he seized and yanked the only half of the Hitmonchan left out of his beloved's terrifying jaws. Jessica glared angrily at Brian, for her dinner was taken away. "Hitmonchan my food!", she yowled. Brian stepped back in bewilderment as he watched his fiancee grow vicious fangs, mangy fur, demonic claws, and an adorable fluffy tail. "She's a wolf!", cried an invitee. "She's gonna eat my baby!", screamed an uninvited pregnant lady who came to sneak some food because she was having strong cravings for cake and pizza. "Everybody stand your ground!", ordered Brian, who had somehow changed into a military uniform. "We can do this if we work together!", he claimed as he made a fist. The party guests stood there trying to solve their dilemma. "If we run away, Brian will fire us!", remarked a thoughtful young man. "I would rather be fired than dead, foo!", replied a tall black man who dressed and swaggered like he just stepped out of the Ghetto. "Oh, hubby", bawled the pregnant lady,"Save us from that demonic fluffiness!". "Fo sho! Wifey!" replied the man as he rolled up his sleeves, shifted to a boxing stance, and hopped around, getting warmed up for a long and life-threatening fight.
A few minutes later, Wifey, who was now wearing a bikini, walked around in a boxing ring holding up a sign saying ROUND 1. The audience, or the party guests I should say, were rooting for their favorite boxers in an uncivilized manner. They had died their hair obnoxiously neon bright colors because the boxing stadium had to save money by cutting their electric bill.
You can end the story by yourselves because if I keep going at it the tale will never end.
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