whilst clearing out the loft the other day i came across old school work, and found this story that i wrote, i can remember the laughs from me and my friends as i wrote it and thought i would share it :)

One of those days

'It was one of those days, you know the ones, the kind when you're walking around minding your own business when your sworn enemy (in my case the Dark One) decides to surprise you with an unexpected attack.
So there I was strolling along to my dear old grans house, when all of sudden, there came six jet black dragons, (unmistakably the Dark Ones dragons) from the dark blue yonder breathing their rancid smelling crimson fire. One of these noisesome creatures, took a firm hold of my shoulders with its long meniscal hooks. They then turned round to take me back to the Dark One, when the Morag Sisters (three vile witch sisters) came, supposedly to rescue me, but to be honest I would rather be put to death by the fearless Dark One rather than be rescued by the Morag Sisters.
You see, these three sisters only have to look at the most evil creature in the whole world and it screams as it runs to the edge of the world to jump off and kill itself. This is because the Morag Sisters are so ugly, they have no eyes, except the one they share, and their faces are, well indescribable.
Today however they were different, the Dark Ones dragons didn't even flinch when they saw the sisters.
It was then that I saw her. The most beautiful thing that I ever saw. She was riding on the back of one of the Morag Sisters' motorbikes. To begin with she just sat there, but then she whispered something to the sister in front of her, and waved her arms, a signal I suppose, the other two sisters then clambered on to the same motorbike as my love. They climbed onto the Morag driver's shoulders, and stood there balancing carefully. They then hulled up my love and she stood on their shoulders and started singing a song called 'New York, New York', whatever New York New York is I don't want to know.
The dragons dropped me onto the ground and started to dance. The Morag driver then stopped her motorbike and the three sisters and my love got off of the bike and started to join in.
When the song had finished my pathetic excuse for a heart had ceased to exist.
The dragons and the sisters sat down and had a cup of tea, while my love came running towards me.
Her long bleached hair bounced on her back, her blue eyes sparkled, and her white teeth blinded me. She was wearing a long red dress with a slit down the side. Her dress was so tight so that I could see her bosoms bouncing up and down. She was wearing red stilettos that fell off half way, and when she finally reached me, I still had the vision of her running towards me; it kept going over and over in my head in slow motion.
Then I felt something soft and sticky on my cheek, I moved my hand to my cheek and found that she had kissed me.
Surprised I asked her why an elegant girl like her was with the foul Morag Sisters, and she said in a voice like a million chime bells.
"Why they're my aunts of course. Who did you think they were?"
Under my breath I said
"Frog skins, toad warts, puppy dog tails, one ugly eye, bike leathers and engine oil"
" I heard that"
And with that she knocked me out and I hit the floor with a crash and it felt like I was being jumped on by the Morag Sisters.
When I came to I found that I was being jumped on by the Morag Sisters.
My love stopped them and said it was time to go .The Dark Ones dragons came screaming over and snatched me up once again. This time there were no interruptions, but I noticed that there were only five dragons.
At the Dark Ones domains I was taken into the throne room to see the Dark One, and the sixth dragon was already there, with my love in his grasps. She was telling the Dark One about me and it was decided that I was to be sent to Death.
Death is a bony old man with crooked yellow teeth and a long white beard that he uses to cover his body instead of his clothes.
Being sent to Death is worse than being tortured, being killed or even meeting the Morag Sisters. All he ever does is mumble, mumble, mumble. He talks about anything and everything, this is because he knows everything (or so he says).
So there I was sitting in this straw strewn cell with nothing to do except to listen to Death babble on and on, and slowly drive me insane.
I was in the cell for a couple of hours, and then low and behold at the barred window was my love. Even with the wig and tights over her head I could see it was her. She was wearing black skintight cat suit and she said to me (in her lovely beautiful voice) that she was here to rescue me.
From behind her back she pulled out a chainsaw and cut through the bars. The noise was unbearable and I wondered why no guards came. Well I was wondering until I saw the guards were walking around with pink fluffy earmuffs, pink pyjamas, and pink fluffy bunny slippers on.
That was a big shock, but not as much as it was to see the Dark One wearing a pink dressing gown, pyjamas, bunny slippers, and earmuffs, with a pink dummy in his mouth, a rattle in one hand and a teddy in the other.
I asked my love why this was, and she just said two words,
"Morag Sisters"
And for the first time I saw that the Morag Sisters were as beautiful as my love, they each had two blue eyes, red puffy lips and big noses.
My love finally got me out and took me round to my gran's house.
So after half a day I eventually got to my gran's house.
On my way home I saw that the Dark Ones palace was pink and instead of having black dragons he had pink ones, but that's not all, he is now called the Pink One!
So as I said earlier it was one of those days'.

:D
i couldnt believe that i had written this

tanya

A very interesting imagination