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Here is my SSC entry. most probably won't win and will be nowhere as good as Grix's or FFF's, or Meka's. but hey, i'll give it a try.....
The Big Stink:
Little Johnny looked at his painting and groaned. It was the worst picture that he had ever painted, and knew exactly what miss platt would think of it. A load of rubbish, she would call it. She said the same thing about most of Little Johhny's work.
A bunch of grapes on a yellow dish, it was meant to be. It looked more like a heap of squashed slugs in a bowl of custard. Little Johnny wasn't much good at art lessons. In fact, he wasn't much good at lessons overall. The only thing Little Johnny really cared about was getting out onto the sports field on Friday afternoons.
Little Johnny said a naughty word under his breath. The one his dad sometimes used when he bashed his thumb with a hammer. He dipped his biggest brush into thick, black paint and daubed his painting until it was black all over. The bell rang for Dinner time and little johnny heaved a huge sigh of relief.
"Johnny Adams, what on earth is that meant to be?" said a grim voice. Little Johnny found himself gazing into the yellow powdered face of Mrs platt. Mrs platt. Mrs. platt was not Little Johnny's favourite teacher. She had the worst temper in the world, and she wore so much make-up it was like polyfilla filling cracks!
Little johnny looked at his sheet of paper and began to giggle. He wanted to hurl out laughter.
"it's a black cat" he replied. "with it's eyes shut" he added. "in a cellar" he foolishly remarked.
Little johnny grinned to the rest of his class as they began to snigger. Miss platt tore Little Johnny's painting right down the middle, with a loud screech as paint slurped onto her dress. She ripped the rest of the paper into shreds and threw johnny's "Art" in the wastepaper basket.
"I don't think it's at all funny" Miss Platt coldly pronounced, as everyone instantly stopped smirking. "I think that it's about time you stopped messing about and did some work for a change, Master adams. You will go to the headmasters study straight after lunch. Right everyone, clear up now please"
Mr.peel was the kind of headmaster that treated people kindly (if there is such a kind). However, Little Johnny still couldn't help his knee's wobbling a bit when he slowly knocked onto the study door a little while later.
"come in" a groaning, evil voice, like that of Mr.bean, Retorted, and in Little Johnny went.
The headmaster sat at a big desk at the centre of the room, a room crowded with books and trophys. There where a few old leather armchairs, a faded chair on the floor, and a stack of photographs.
Mr peel took a huge bite into his apple, and began speaking. However, Little johnny wasn't really taking much notice at the rest of the classroom, his eyes where fixed on the sports trophies.
"Now Johnny" a faded voice remarked. "mrs. platt tells me you haven't being giving 100% in lessons, is this true?"
"yes sir" replied Little Johnny.
"will you promise not to do it again"
"yes sir" Little Johnny rebuked.
"okay, off you go" Said mr.peel
"oh and sir.........." johnny said, before tumbling into a pile of books. "What is the 100m record.............."
"9.78 Secs"
"yeah, ok" Little Johnny replied. His eyes where firmly fixed on a mask that had fallen off the bookshelf. "what is this sir?" Little johnny picked up the mask and handed it to his headteacher.
" That, is the Mask of markopan" he replied. "it can do anything you want it to do. However i haven't much use for it now. Do you want it Johnny?" he said. " maybe you can brake the 100m record, or something"
"okay then" an astonished Johnny replied.
"er, before you go Johnny" Said mr.peel
"yes sir?" johnny replied.
"you have a detention at 1:15, today" He said
"BUT SIR, thats the sports day trials.............." said a nervous and desperate Johnny.
"I know. Maybe next year, eh johnny......."
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Johnny left the room, kicking fences as he walked home. He was in a state of despertaion, for his pride and joy was not to be......
Little Johnny arrived home.
"whats for tea, Mam"
"Sausage cassarole" His mum replied.
"oh mum, but all the other kids get coke, ice cream, fish and chips...."
"oh okay Johnny, go and get yourself a kipper" his mum replied.
"yeeee-essssss" replied Little Johnny.
Kippers where johnny's favourite, highlight meal.
Little johnny walked down to the fish shop, his happiness somewhat revived at the prospect of kippers.
"Thats £1.25 please Little johnny" Said the fishmonger.
As johnny walked out of the shop, the mask of markopan fell out of his pocket and landed on the soggy pavement. The moldy smell of kippers in newspaper whiffefed thorught the air. Then, it hit him. Vengance. Suddenley, a marvellour idea popped out of his head. Markopans mask had the capability of doing two things at once.
What if he made the masked into a huge great stinking kipper, and then made it invisible, and stuck it under miss platt’s desk.
He ran down the road, with little snorts of laughter escaping his mouth like steam from a traction engine.
Then he bumped into his friend Tim Connors. He told his friend everything. Tim’s eyes grew bigger as his plan was unveiled.
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At 8 o’clock on Monday, Little Johnny was already ready for school. He quickly shovelled down his bowl of muesli and slurped down his orange juice.
“lurvely” Little Johnny said.
Little Johnny put his mask in his pocket and ran off to school. He arrived an hour early to set the trap. He entered the class and began planting the Mask of Markopan.
Suddenly, the door opened. In entered mr rogers, the cleaner.
“wot you doing ‘ere” remarked the scruffily dressed man
“doing homework” Little Johnny replied after being scared for his life.
“okay then” the cleaner replied.
“phew” Little Johnny remarked, as his plan was set……
What a stink it would make, vengance is certainly a dish best served cold……. (and rotten, In Mrs. Platt’s case)
“I’ve done it” yelled Little Johnny to the his even smaller friend tim.
Later in the classroom, miss platt was baffled by the strange pong amongst the classroom, and no, it wasn’t one of Little Johnnys accidents.
Johnny did no work at all, for all his attention was focused on his teacher. She kept on pausing in the middle of sentences, puzzeled at the smell, as Little Johnny could hardly oprevent himself screaming out laughter.
“It’ll be even better tomorrow” said Little Johnny To tim.
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Little Johnny woke up the next morning., choking and coughing continuosly.
“off to the doctors” said his mum.
“ no I’ll be fine” replied Little Johnny
“sorry Johnny, Your off to Dr. Frankilin. Don’t want to miss sports day do you?”
“No” retorted Johnny, as he slided back into bed.
Little Johnny woke up later, feeling much better, at about 3 o’clock. School had finished, and Tim was by his door.
“come in” croaked Little Johnny
“you missed the best day ever” said Tim “the whole school has closed down, thanks to The MASK OF MARKOPAN.”
“what about sports day?” said Little Johnny anxiously
“meh, they’ll probably cancel it.
“oh no” said little Johnny. He had a plan.
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Little Johnny woke up at about midnight, and headed down to the school. He wore plimpsoles and balaclava to disguise himself. His quest: To retrieve the mask of markopan!
Johnny entered the school, skipping through the corridors. The school stank of manure, actually, significantly worse. His plan had definitely worked.
He headed to his classroom, and retrived the MASK OF MARKOPAN.
“yes, mission accompolished” said Little Johnny.
Suddenly, he heard noises, from the headmasters office. He peered his head into the office. He saw to youths, stealing the trophies. Oh no, thought Johnny.
“oi, grubsy, urri up” he heard a boy say
“come on, lets go” said the other plump youth.
Johnny ran to the door, blocked it, and locked the criminals inside. Just in time! The boys bashed the doors for hours, but Little Johnny had caught the criminals!
As the police took the criminals away, a policeman congratulated Little Johnny.
“well done young chap” a stern voice said
“oh, thanks” said Johnny
“one question young chap, what where you doing at school at Midnight?”
Johnny Explained the whole affair. The policeman seemed to believe Johnny. The policeman took Johnny down to the Bridge.
“go on Johnny, hurl it over”
“oh, ok then” he replied. He was reluctant as The mask of markopan had provided so much laughter.
The mask smashed the water surface, and glided to the water bead.
“come on, I’ll take you home. Oh and sporyts days back on” said the policeman
“yes!” said Johnny, as the car drove into the distance.
THE END
*****Biggie Little Jnr.*****
The Big Stink:
Little Johnny looked at his painting and groaned. It was the worst picture that he had ever painted, and knew exactly what miss platt would think of it. A load of rubbish, she would call it. She said the same thing about most of Little Johhny's work.
A bunch of grapes on a yellow dish, it was meant to be. It looked more like a heap of squashed slugs in a bowl of custard. Little Johnny wasn't much good at art lessons. In fact, he wasn't much good at lessons overall. The only thing Little Johnny really cared about was getting out onto the sports field on Friday afternoons.
Little Johnny said a naughty word under his breath. The one his dad sometimes used when he bashed his thumb with a hammer. He dipped his biggest brush into thick, black paint and daubed his painting until it was black all over. The bell rang for Dinner time and little johnny heaved a huge sigh of relief.
"Johnny Adams, what on earth is that meant to be?" said a grim voice. Little Johnny found himself gazing into the yellow powdered face of Mrs platt. Mrs platt. Mrs. platt was not Little Johnny's favourite teacher. She had the worst temper in the world, and she wore so much make-up it was like polyfilla filling cracks!
Little johnny looked at his sheet of paper and began to giggle. He wanted to hurl out laughter.
"it's a black cat" he replied. "with it's eyes shut" he added. "in a cellar" he foolishly remarked.
Little johnny grinned to the rest of his class as they began to snigger. Miss platt tore Little Johnny's painting right down the middle, with a loud screech as paint slurped onto her dress. She ripped the rest of the paper into shreds and threw johnny's "Art" in the wastepaper basket.
"I don't think it's at all funny" Miss Platt coldly pronounced, as everyone instantly stopped smirking. "I think that it's about time you stopped messing about and did some work for a change, Master adams. You will go to the headmasters study straight after lunch. Right everyone, clear up now please"
Mr.peel was the kind of headmaster that treated people kindly (if there is such a kind). However, Little Johnny still couldn't help his knee's wobbling a bit when he slowly knocked onto the study door a little while later.
"come in" a groaning, evil voice, like that of Mr.bean, Retorted, and in Little Johnny went.
The headmaster sat at a big desk at the centre of the room, a room crowded with books and trophys. There where a few old leather armchairs, a faded chair on the floor, and a stack of photographs.
Mr peel took a huge bite into his apple, and began speaking. However, Little johnny wasn't really taking much notice at the rest of the classroom, his eyes where fixed on the sports trophies.
"Now Johnny" a faded voice remarked. "mrs. platt tells me you haven't being giving 100% in lessons, is this true?"
"yes sir" replied Little Johnny.
"will you promise not to do it again"
"yes sir" Little Johnny rebuked.
"okay, off you go" Said mr.peel
"oh and sir.........." johnny said, before tumbling into a pile of books. "What is the 100m record.............."
"9.78 Secs"
"yeah, ok" Little Johnny replied. His eyes where firmly fixed on a mask that had fallen off the bookshelf. "what is this sir?" Little johnny picked up the mask and handed it to his headteacher.
" That, is the Mask of markopan" he replied. "it can do anything you want it to do. However i haven't much use for it now. Do you want it Johnny?" he said. " maybe you can brake the 100m record, or something"
"okay then" an astonished Johnny replied.
"er, before you go Johnny" Said mr.peel
"yes sir?" johnny replied.
"you have a detention at 1:15, today" He said
"BUT SIR, thats the sports day trials.............." said a nervous and desperate Johnny.
"I know. Maybe next year, eh johnny......."
-----------------------------------
Johnny left the room, kicking fences as he walked home. He was in a state of despertaion, for his pride and joy was not to be......
Little Johnny arrived home.
"whats for tea, Mam"
"Sausage cassarole" His mum replied.
"oh mum, but all the other kids get coke, ice cream, fish and chips...."
"oh okay Johnny, go and get yourself a kipper" his mum replied.
"yeeee-essssss" replied Little Johnny.
Kippers where johnny's favourite, highlight meal.
Little johnny walked down to the fish shop, his happiness somewhat revived at the prospect of kippers.
"Thats £1.25 please Little johnny" Said the fishmonger.
As johnny walked out of the shop, the mask of markopan fell out of his pocket and landed on the soggy pavement. The moldy smell of kippers in newspaper whiffefed thorught the air. Then, it hit him. Vengance. Suddenley, a marvellour idea popped out of his head. Markopans mask had the capability of doing two things at once.
What if he made the masked into a huge great stinking kipper, and then made it invisible, and stuck it under miss platt’s desk.
He ran down the road, with little snorts of laughter escaping his mouth like steam from a traction engine.
Then he bumped into his friend Tim Connors. He told his friend everything. Tim’s eyes grew bigger as his plan was unveiled.
----------------------------------------------
At 8 o’clock on Monday, Little Johnny was already ready for school. He quickly shovelled down his bowl of muesli and slurped down his orange juice.
“lurvely” Little Johnny said.
Little Johnny put his mask in his pocket and ran off to school. He arrived an hour early to set the trap. He entered the class and began planting the Mask of Markopan.
Suddenly, the door opened. In entered mr rogers, the cleaner.
“wot you doing ‘ere” remarked the scruffily dressed man
“doing homework” Little Johnny replied after being scared for his life.
“okay then” the cleaner replied.
“phew” Little Johnny remarked, as his plan was set……
What a stink it would make, vengance is certainly a dish best served cold……. (and rotten, In Mrs. Platt’s case)
“I’ve done it” yelled Little Johnny to the his even smaller friend tim.
Later in the classroom, miss platt was baffled by the strange pong amongst the classroom, and no, it wasn’t one of Little Johnnys accidents.
Johnny did no work at all, for all his attention was focused on his teacher. She kept on pausing in the middle of sentences, puzzeled at the smell, as Little Johnny could hardly oprevent himself screaming out laughter.
“It’ll be even better tomorrow” said Little Johnny To tim.
--------------------------------------------------
Little Johnny woke up the next morning., choking and coughing continuosly.
“off to the doctors” said his mum.
“ no I’ll be fine” replied Little Johnny
“sorry Johnny, Your off to Dr. Frankilin. Don’t want to miss sports day do you?”
“No” retorted Johnny, as he slided back into bed.
Little Johnny woke up later, feeling much better, at about 3 o’clock. School had finished, and Tim was by his door.
“come in” croaked Little Johnny
“you missed the best day ever” said Tim “the whole school has closed down, thanks to The MASK OF MARKOPAN.”
“what about sports day?” said Little Johnny anxiously
“meh, they’ll probably cancel it.
“oh no” said little Johnny. He had a plan.
----------------------------------------------
Little Johnny woke up at about midnight, and headed down to the school. He wore plimpsoles and balaclava to disguise himself. His quest: To retrieve the mask of markopan!
Johnny entered the school, skipping through the corridors. The school stank of manure, actually, significantly worse. His plan had definitely worked.
He headed to his classroom, and retrived the MASK OF MARKOPAN.
“yes, mission accompolished” said Little Johnny.
Suddenly, he heard noises, from the headmasters office. He peered his head into the office. He saw to youths, stealing the trophies. Oh no, thought Johnny.
“oi, grubsy, urri up” he heard a boy say
“come on, lets go” said the other plump youth.
Johnny ran to the door, blocked it, and locked the criminals inside. Just in time! The boys bashed the doors for hours, but Little Johnny had caught the criminals!
As the police took the criminals away, a policeman congratulated Little Johnny.
“well done young chap” a stern voice said
“oh, thanks” said Johnny
“one question young chap, what where you doing at school at Midnight?”
Johnny Explained the whole affair. The policeman seemed to believe Johnny. The policeman took Johnny down to the Bridge.
“go on Johnny, hurl it over”
“oh, ok then” he replied. He was reluctant as The mask of markopan had provided so much laughter.
The mask smashed the water surface, and glided to the water bead.
“come on, I’ll take you home. Oh and sporyts days back on” said the policeman
“yes!” said Johnny, as the car drove into the distance.
THE END
*****Biggie Little Jnr.*****
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Thank you. Meh, didnt get into the top 3 (not suprised as i thought Grix's especially was very good) cant wait for the Next compo!
Impressive, dialogue driven little story you've got there.
Thoroughly enjoyed reading.
Thoroughly enjoyed reading.
Thanks wakka
A very good effort indeed. Better than any of my drivel so far. Congratulations. I thoroughly enjoyed that one.
86/100.
86/100.
Normally my stories are complete rubbish, this is the best one i have written in ages.
Good stuff!
Like everyone else has said; innocent and light-hearted brilliance.
Like everyone else has said; innocent and light-hearted brilliance.
I enjoyed that. Some nice little sentences in it that you can't help but smile at while reading.
Thanks.
Thanks.
Silën† Thundêr wrote:
> ßìggíË Li††lÊ jn® wrote:
> I am in year 8, Ashman.
>
> But you have been telling people that you are 18 years of age...
That was for a laugh. :) hehehe! what year are you in ST? oh, and go on MSN please!!!
> ßìggíË Li††lÊ jn® wrote:
> I am in year 8, Ashman.
>
> But you have been telling people that you are 18 years of age...
That was for a laugh. :) hehehe! what year are you in ST? oh, and go on MSN please!!!
ßìggíË Li††lÊ jn® wrote:
> I am in year 8, Ashman.
But you have been telling people that you are 18 years of age...
> I am in year 8, Ashman.
But you have been telling people that you are 18 years of age...
Thanks for the opinions everyone. I am in year 8, Ashman. Oh and i kind of made the ending shorter because i didn't want it to drone on.
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