One pleasant
Monday over winter break, I suddenly found myself on a busy city street without
my parents! I had no idea where I was or
how I got there. The air was stinky and
polluted. I was surrounded by a
multitude of people who were pushing and shoving and I was afraid I was going
to be crushed! It was chaotic pandemonium,
but at least it was warm from the body heat of so many people. Everyone was carrying shopping bags, charging
in and out of toy stores and other shops.
Cars were honking their horns and people were yelling at other people to
move over.
I noticed a beverage stand a bit down
the block and fortunately I had some money in my pocket. I made my way to the beverage stand, waited
in a long, long line, and finally I bought myself a warm cup of hot chocolate. I had just sat down on a bench in front of a
vending machine and I was just about to take a drink from the hot chocolate,
when I heard a tiny voice shout “Please don’t drink it!!!” and the marshmallow
started jumping up and down! In utter confusion,
I slowly set the cup down and a miniature sized dragon-shaped demon immediately
rose three inches above the cup! “Next
time, could you please set the cup down a bit faster?” the chocolate demon
threatened with a heavy German accent.
I was annoyed by the way the demon
spoke to me. In fact, my whole day had
been annoying. I wished the creatures in
my hot chocolate would simply go away. “Get
out of my hot chocolate!” I demanded. “And
why would I do that?” retorted the demon.
“This is MY domain!”
I marched back to the beverage stand
and grabbed a plastic spoon. Then,
because I didn’t want to arouse suspicion, I went back to my bench. I jabbed the spoon into the hot chocolate and
probed around with it, but the chocolate demon started pulling on the spoon and
trying to take it away from me. As a
last resort, I went back to the beverage stand to get a packet of pepper. I tore it open and dumped its contents into
my hot chocolate. The chocolate demon
and the marshmallow in distress leaped out of my hot chocolate immediately and
ran down the street. No one else noticed
this because they were so tiny.
Relieved, I tried to drink my hot chocolate but I forgot I had dumped
pepper in it. It was now SPICY HOT
CHOCOLATE and I couldn’t even drink it.
THE END
Anders, look for a reward pacvkage in the mail. Great work. I love reading your stories.
Opa
Anders, what a great story! You choose such interesting words to paint your word pictures with. And your sentences ... well they are so good and complete. I can't wait to see what you come up with next!
what, AHHH! IT BURNS! YOU LIED! MY FINGERS ARE MELTING!
~Lars
This story is so unrealistic. You would never have ordered a hot chocolate -- you would have ordered a decaf café mocha full of chocolate demons!
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR LARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!