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It was a dark night. The stars above shone like a cat eyes, faced with the oncoming glow of a truck. Below, in a clearing in the centre of the woods, sat a campfire, burning like tyre friction. A boy, about the age of fourteen, threw a log onto the fire.
"Where is he?" he sighed aloud, standing up and gazing into the darkness. He and his friend had travelled out into the middle of the woods, for a fun weekend of camping, in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by miles and miles of dense forest. About two hours ago, his friend Nick had gone off in search of firewood, and had not yet returned.
It was cold. Moving closer to the fire, he took a swig of water from his bottle, and put it on the ground. Somewhere, there was a howl. The boy shivered. He hated being alone, and started to worry about his friend. After a further five minutes of waiting in misery, he stood up, picked up the torch, and set off into the dark woods, alone, in search of his friend.
"HELLO?" he yelled, slowly walking down the muddy trek. The woods were almost pitch black - if not for the stars, or his torch, it would have been pitch black. Suddenly, there was a rustle in the bushes. The boy dropped his torch in suprise, fumbled to pick it up, and shone it at the bush. A small animal ran out and across the path. It was just a squirrel.
"Stupid squirrel..." he sighed, turning and walking straight into a tree. He dropped the torch, which bounced and rolled towards a rabbit hole. Seemingly in slow motion, the boy dived for it, and managed to grasp the end with two fingers.
"Phew..."
A look of relief crossed his face. Suddenly, there was a buzzing noise. In shock, the boy fumbled with the torch, and the battery came out of the end, and fell into the depths of the hole, probably providing power for a rabbit radio, or something. A shadowy figure stood above the boy.
"It's time to meet your maker, Bob!" an evil laugh boomed. The boy closed his eyes, as the stranger held out a shiny metal object, which was buzzing. He swooped, and Bob fainted.
He woke up about eight in the morning, eyebrows missing. The moral of the story? Don't take your eyebrows camping with you.
"Where is he?" he sighed aloud, standing up and gazing into the darkness. He and his friend had travelled out into the middle of the woods, for a fun weekend of camping, in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by miles and miles of dense forest. About two hours ago, his friend Nick had gone off in search of firewood, and had not yet returned.
It was cold. Moving closer to the fire, he took a swig of water from his bottle, and put it on the ground. Somewhere, there was a howl. The boy shivered. He hated being alone, and started to worry about his friend. After a further five minutes of waiting in misery, he stood up, picked up the torch, and set off into the dark woods, alone, in search of his friend.
"HELLO?" he yelled, slowly walking down the muddy trek. The woods were almost pitch black - if not for the stars, or his torch, it would have been pitch black. Suddenly, there was a rustle in the bushes. The boy dropped his torch in suprise, fumbled to pick it up, and shone it at the bush. A small animal ran out and across the path. It was just a squirrel.
"Stupid squirrel..." he sighed, turning and walking straight into a tree. He dropped the torch, which bounced and rolled towards a rabbit hole. Seemingly in slow motion, the boy dived for it, and managed to grasp the end with two fingers.
"Phew..."
A look of relief crossed his face. Suddenly, there was a buzzing noise. In shock, the boy fumbled with the torch, and the battery came out of the end, and fell into the depths of the hole, probably providing power for a rabbit radio, or something. A shadowy figure stood above the boy.
"It's time to meet your maker, Bob!" an evil laugh boomed. The boy closed his eyes, as the stranger held out a shiny metal object, which was buzzing. He swooped, and Bob fainted.
He woke up about eight in the morning, eyebrows missing. The moral of the story? Don't take your eyebrows camping with you.
So how am I to judge this? Pushing aside any Crossbob innuendo, it is average at best (the two similes at the beginning a sign of the impending mediocrity). Saying anything else would see me taking seriously something which isn't supposed to be taken seriously (I presume).
My names Luke. No one calls me Bob. Also I have eyebrows you have not seen me in new pictures recently.
The phrase "LOL" is thrown around alot these days....
XD
XD
That was good.
Oh dear.
=D
=D
It was a dark night. The stars above shone like a cat eyes, faced with the oncoming glow of a truck. Below, in a clearing in the centre of the woods, sat a campfire, burning like tyre friction. A boy, about the age of fourteen, threw a log onto the fire.
"Where is he?" he sighed aloud, standing up and gazing into the darkness. He and his friend had travelled out into the middle of the woods, for a fun weekend of camping, in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by miles and miles of dense forest. About two hours ago, his friend Nick had gone off in search of firewood, and had not yet returned.
It was cold. Moving closer to the fire, he took a swig of water from his bottle, and put it on the ground. Somewhere, there was a howl. The boy shivered. He hated being alone, and started to worry about his friend. After a further five minutes of waiting in misery, he stood up, picked up the torch, and set off into the dark woods, alone, in search of his friend.
"HELLO?" he yelled, slowly walking down the muddy trek. The woods were almost pitch black - if not for the stars, or his torch, it would have been pitch black. Suddenly, there was a rustle in the bushes. The boy dropped his torch in suprise, fumbled to pick it up, and shone it at the bush. A small animal ran out and across the path. It was just a squirrel.
"Stupid squirrel..." he sighed, turning and walking straight into a tree. He dropped the torch, which bounced and rolled towards a rabbit hole. Seemingly in slow motion, the boy dived for it, and managed to grasp the end with two fingers.
"Phew..."
A look of relief crossed his face. Suddenly, there was a buzzing noise. In shock, the boy fumbled with the torch, and the battery came out of the end, and fell into the depths of the hole, probably providing power for a rabbit radio, or something. A shadowy figure stood above the boy.
"It's time to meet your maker, Bob!" an evil laugh boomed. The boy closed his eyes, as the stranger held out a shiny metal object, which was buzzing. He swooped, and Bob fainted.
He woke up about eight in the morning, eyebrows missing. The moral of the story? Don't take your eyebrows camping with you.
"Where is he?" he sighed aloud, standing up and gazing into the darkness. He and his friend had travelled out into the middle of the woods, for a fun weekend of camping, in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by miles and miles of dense forest. About two hours ago, his friend Nick had gone off in search of firewood, and had not yet returned.
It was cold. Moving closer to the fire, he took a swig of water from his bottle, and put it on the ground. Somewhere, there was a howl. The boy shivered. He hated being alone, and started to worry about his friend. After a further five minutes of waiting in misery, he stood up, picked up the torch, and set off into the dark woods, alone, in search of his friend.
"HELLO?" he yelled, slowly walking down the muddy trek. The woods were almost pitch black - if not for the stars, or his torch, it would have been pitch black. Suddenly, there was a rustle in the bushes. The boy dropped his torch in suprise, fumbled to pick it up, and shone it at the bush. A small animal ran out and across the path. It was just a squirrel.
"Stupid squirrel..." he sighed, turning and walking straight into a tree. He dropped the torch, which bounced and rolled towards a rabbit hole. Seemingly in slow motion, the boy dived for it, and managed to grasp the end with two fingers.
"Phew..."
A look of relief crossed his face. Suddenly, there was a buzzing noise. In shock, the boy fumbled with the torch, and the battery came out of the end, and fell into the depths of the hole, probably providing power for a rabbit radio, or something. A shadowy figure stood above the boy.
"It's time to meet your maker, Bob!" an evil laugh boomed. The boy closed his eyes, as the stranger held out a shiny metal object, which was buzzing. He swooped, and Bob fainted.
He woke up about eight in the morning, eyebrows missing. The moral of the story? Don't take your eyebrows camping with you.