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HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Make me laugh, you fools!

Hah aha ahahah hahah.

♥ Brigid ♥ wrote: "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Make me laugh, you fools!"

Yes, master. *bows* I will amuse the Brigid.

*plays violin*

Did that make you laugh? I'm terrible at playing the violin. :)

[The characters are making a plan, using sticks and stones to represent various features]
"OK, so the rocks are us. Now, if we spread out so all guards - "
"Which rock am I?" Storm butted in.
"I dunno," I shrugged and continued. "So the guards are there, right? If we - "
"Am I that one? It's the biggest."
"Does it matter?" I asked. "As I was saying, the guards can't just stay - "
"Can I be that one?" Storm asked. I clenched my fists and kicked one of the stones.
"That's you," I said angrily, as the rock skittered over the dirt and landed into the raging currents of the river with a splash.
"Is me drowning part of the plan?" Storm asked in a small voice.
"No, but I'm sure we can work it in there somewhere," I replied. Storm nodded meekly as Honey, Ghost and Panda turned their faces away to hide their laughter.

Hannah wrote: "♥ Brigid ♥ wrote: "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Make me laugh, you fools!"

Yes, master. *bows* I will amuse the Brigid.

*plays violin*

Did that make you laugh? I'm terrible at playing the violin. :)"

Hee hee. Hee hee.

GSGS {Jizzy} wrote: "[The characters are making a plan, using sticks and stones to represent various features]
"OK, so the rocks are us. Now, if we spread out so all guards - "
"Which rock am I?" Storm butted in.
"..."

Heehee. That's funny.
It reminds me of that Percy Jackson thing … with the acorns. Uhhh hopefully everyone knows what I'm talking about.

♥ Brigid ♥ wrote: "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Make me laugh, you fools!"

Make him laugh, make him laugh, make him lauuugh!

♥ Brigid ♥ wrote: "GSGS {Jizzy} wrote: "[The characters are making a plan, using sticks and stones to represent various features]
"OK, so the rocks are us. Now, if we spread out so all guards - "
"Which rock am I?" S..."

Ohhh yeah :D Didn't think of that.

GSGS {Jizzy} wrote: "[The characters are making a plan, using sticks and stones to represent various features]
"OK, so the rocks are us. Now, if we spread out so all guards - "
"Which rock am I?" Storm butted in.
"..."

XD

I honestly don't think I have any scenes that are supposed to be intentionally *funny*. I've probably got some scenes in The Night is For Waking that may or may not be slightly amusing, but I'm awful at writing humour and don't really plan for anything to purposefully make anyone laugh...

SKitts/Cassie [swimming through sick lullabies] wrote: "GSGS {Jizzy} wrote: "[The characters are making a plan, using sticks and stones to represent various features]
"OK, so the rocks are us. Now, if we spread out so all guards - "
"Which rock am I?"..."


PAHHA THATS CUTE!!

GSGS {Jizzy} wrote: "[The characters are making a plan, using sticks and stones to represent various features]
"OK, so the rocks are us. Now, if we spread out so all guards - "
"Which rock am I?" Storm butted in.
"..."

i wish there was a 'like' button, cuz that was funny!

Here's this one scene from one of my stories. It's not really "funny" funny, but I sure think it's something to smile about. Main character: Ama
Her friend: Cassandra

(I spaced it to make it easier to read, and please tell me if you liked it)
The doorbell rang just on time. I galloped off of my

barstool to open it. “Come in, Mademoiselle, I was

just about to dine,” I imitated a French accent,

opening the door. Cass walked inside with striped

pajama bottoms and a plain t-shirt on top. Her

strawberry blonde hair was done in a messy bun. Who

has time to get ready when she has to go see her best

friend?


“What are you having today, Mademoiselle Morel Young?”

she mimicked back.

“Froot Loops, I say, are the most delightful cuisine,”

I replied, giggling. I walked her over to the kitchen.

“Whoala!” I yelled out, presenting her the bowl of

colorful, O-shaped cereal pieces. “Care for a taste,

Mademoiselle?”

She reached in the bowl and grabbed a few pieces,

sticking them on her tongue. “Delicious!”

I laughed. “Cass, what are we going to do today?” I

asked her, sitting on the barstool and munching on the

dry cereal.

She replied, finger on her chin, “Hmm, I was thinking

about visiting Peter Pan today. The boy’s has been

trying to have me visit him all year. But, really,

flying around in pajamas is totally overrated.”

*laughs* That was amusing.

Mandy [make me twirl like a circus girl] wrote: "*laughs* That was amusing."

Good amusing or weird amusing? :)

Picture wrote: "Mandy [make me twirl like a circus girl] wrote: "*laughs* That was amusing."

Good amusing or weird amusing? :)"

Good amusing.

♥ Brigid ♥ wrote: "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Make me laugh, you fools!"

OH I HAVE ONE. You may or may not have read this in Quotes awhile back, but yeaaaa.

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“We could watch a movie,” I suggested.

“And during the movie you’ll pretend to yawn and put your arm around me, right?” Rain rolled her eyes sarcastically. Sarcasm actually made her look kind of cute.

“I’ll take that as a no,” I laughed. “Besides, I can put my arm around you without that stupid yawning excuse, because I’m just that smooth.”

“Oh really?” Up went her eyebrow.

“Definitely.” I wrapped my arm around her waist just like that. “See, the subject is not repulsed in any way whatsoever, which is indicated by her not removing my arm from her waist.”

“That, my friend,” she pushed my arm away. “Is where you’re wrong. I’m not ‘The Subject,’ but your girlfriend.”

I put my arm back around her waist. “I know.”

I felt a presence up close behind us, and Rain turned as her shoulder was tapped. A balding man with quadrupafocals stared critically at me.

“Excuse me, young lady,” he started. “But are you being sexually harassed? I can call mall security and get this creep away from you.”

---

Did this fool make you laugh?!

TEEHEE THAT GUY IS WEIRD XD

SEALBOY MAKES ME LAUGH.

Hehehe.

Picture wrote: "Here's this one scene from one of my stories. It's not really "funny" funny, but I sure think it's something to smile about. Main character: Ama
Her friend: Cassandra

(I spaced it to make it easie..."

*smiles*

Picture wrote: "Here's this one scene from one of my stories. It's not really "funny" funny, but I sure think it's something to smile about. Main character: Ama
Her friend: Cassandra

(I spaced it to make it easie..."

LOL XD
Although I think you meant 'voila' rather than 'whoala'?

My latest book is pretty serious, but I've got a couple mildly funny lines in it. Here goes:

******
He was quiet for a second before adding, “Don’t do anything stupid while you’re waiting for me.”

“Do you have any faith in me?”

“Only in your unavoidable human instinct to get yourself killed.”
*******


A scream tore through the air, rising through the night air with its harsh notes. Kat whirled around, her heart pounding and her breath jagged in her throat. She knew that scream. It was the same sound Cyrus had made in his panther form.

“Relax,” Allai said. “It’s just a mountain lion. A werecat would have to be insane to hang around an Imperium base.”

Kat forced herself to take a deep breath. “Great. So it’s just a gigantic man-eating cat, not a gigantic man-eating cat that can turn into a person.”

Allai flashed a nervous smile. “Exactly.”

EX DEE.

Laura Casey wrote: "My latest book is pretty serious, but I've got a couple mildly funny lines in it. Here goes:

******
He was quiet for a second before adding, “Don’t do anything stupid while you’re waiting for me...."

XD

I loved the first one.

XD

Oh my gosh, I love you, Yue. So. Much.

That sounded so... Yue-ish.

It is, indeed, a compliment.

I found something that I wrote the was remotely funny to me, but probably not anybody else. It was actually more of a shock-laugh because I don't remember ever writing it down.

I suck at funny scenes. This is my closest one.

Claire toppled through the door only to have Joanne appear by her ear, grinning ear from ear. “Hiii, Claire!” she welcomed, snatching one of her bags and throwing it by her bed. “How was your Thanksgiving? Mine was awful lonely. Maybe my parents will be home next year. I’ll see them at Christmas, though. Gee, Claire, you look tired. Are you okay?”

Lifting her face a couple inches off the bed, Claire responded, “You have no idea what eight kids can do to you.”

Joanne winced a little. “Actually, I do. Try to imagine your aunt and uncle not knowing when to use protection.”

Emily [Phasers set on stun.] wrote: "I found something that I wrote the was remotely funny to me, but probably not anybody else. It was actually more of a shock-laugh because I don't remember ever writing it down.

I suck at funny sc..."

Oh my.

This is really long, and most likely no one will get it... but hey, whatever.

Ryan sent Phanka and John out to look for James, but Maxwell Edison, Tyler and I ended up going as well. I wanted to go because I wanted to stay with Phanka, Tyler was sick of the Headquarters and wanted to shoot something, and Maxwell was just bored.
We all set out and searched. None of us were ones for small talk, so we looked in silence. When we were pretty far out we stopped for a break. Maxwell and I sat down and the others wandered around. After sitting in awkward silence for a while, we were found.
"Hello," a girl said. She was standing at the edge of the clearing we were parked at.
"Hey," I said, "Who are you and how long have you been here?"
"I'm Joan, and I've been here for a long time." Her voice reminded me of Luna from Harry Potter: soft and innocent.
I said, "Ok. Well, feel free to join us. We're looking for someone."
She came and sat down. "You don't seem to be looking very much."
I laughed. "Well, we're taking a break right now."
"Who are you looking for?"
"A kid named James."
"James," she said and tilted her head, "Did he have black hair?"
Maxwell and I exchanged glances. "Yeah," I said, "Have you seen him?"
"Yes," she said, her eyes taking on a dreamy look, "very handsome boy. Lovely green eyes." She looked at me. "He was looking for you, I think."
"Me?" I asked.
"Yes. He said he was looking for a girl with black hair and blue eyes. He said her name was Blair. Is that your name?"
"Yes," I said.
She sighed. "It's a pity. He was very handsome."
"Hey guys, c'mere, I found something!" Tyler yelled from the trees behind us.
I got up to follow him. He took me to a large plant, about ten feet tall. It was dark green and shiny with little yellow dots. It looked like a bunch of tentacles sprouted from the ground and froze.
"What is it?" I asked.
"I don't know, but don't touch it."
"Why?"
He pointed to one of the tentacles. "I shot it," he said. I looked at it. A blob of purple goo was stuck to it.
"There?" I asked.
"Yeah. Stand back." I did and he shot another tentacle. Glowing neon pink goo came out. Slowly it started turning purple.
He said, "It could be poisonous."
"I wonder if Ryan knows about it."
"No idea."
"It may be edible."
He laughed. "Yeah, and I'm the walrus. You see something neon pink and think it's edible."
"Well, you never know. It could be."
"I don't know, but let's get away from it. I don't like this thing." We walked back to the clearing. I stopped dead.
"Maxwell..." I said. Joan was lying on the ground, unconscious. His hammer glinted silver in the light.
Maxwell beckoned me over. "See this?" he said.
"What?" I asked.
He bent down and opened Joan's mouth. It was black. I jumped, frightened.
"What happened?" I asked.
"She's not human. Or super-human, for that matter." He opened one of her eyes. It was black too. He took his knife out.
"Maxwell, don't," I said. I didn't want to see any more of it.
He sliced some of the skin off of her arm. Slimy black stuff spilled over. He reached in and pulled out wires. "She was created by something. I think she killed James, or did something with him."
"How do you know?"
"After you left she kept referring to him in past tense and saying 'you would have loved' and stuff." This was turning from a wild dream into a nightmare. I backed up, wanting to be home again.
"Hey guys, I found James," John said.
Tyler and I looked at each other, and somehow I knew he had the same thought as me: you don't find James; James finds you.
John was staring in horror at Joan but I grabbed him and forced him to walk. "Where is he," I demanded.
He walked to a place not too far away. The first thing I saw was pink. Neon pink was covering everything in sight. One of those tentacle plants had exploded. James wasn't there. John walked around the plant and a little ways down a slope. Pink and purple goo trailed all the way down to a stream. John stopped there. James was passed out against a tree across the stream. I ran to him.
John and Tyler came up behind me. John was saying, "I found him by that pink thing. Thank God I brought gloves. I had to drag him down here and get all that goo off of him. He's barely conscious."
"James?" I asked. He didn't move. "Tyler, see if you can wake him up."
Tyler came and kneeled next to him and slapped him across the face. He said, "Ow," but kept his eyes closed.
"Wake up you twit," Tyler said, "I didn't walk all this way for nothing."
James turned his head and opened his eyes a little. "Tyler?" he asked. He closed his eyes again and mumbled something. We leaned in.
"What dois..." He sighed.
"Hey, speak up," Tyler said and slapped him again.
"What do you callis..." he said and looked to the right, "That." We looked over and saw a dead fish. Purple slime had gotten on it.
"What?"
"What do you callis that...the fish...no eye," he pointed to his eye. I looked at the fish again. He was right; the fish didn't have any eyes.
Tyler said, "C'mon, you know what that is."
He looked blankly at Tyler then said, "Fsssshhhh." He smiled.
Tyler smiled back. "Glad you're back," he said.
"What?" I asked. I looked at John.
John shrugged and said, "He's been saying nonsense. I've been ignoring it."
We tried to get James to walk back to the clearing, but he couldn't. I don't think it was as much his inability to use his legs than it was his lack of interest to do so. Tyler ended up having to carry him back. When we got to the clearing, he threw James down, who started laughing.
John told Phanka and Maxwell what had happened and why he wasn't walking. James sat up and looked at Phanka. "Pony," he said dreamily.
Phanka went over to him and sniffed him. James laughed and petted her. "He doesn't smell the same," she said to me, "but I remember what he looked like. I'll carry him back."

Ryan was pleased to hear that James was unhurt. He made a potion for him to drink, and it took half as long for him to make it as it did to make James drink it. Eventually he was walking, but that only made things worse.
We were discussing what Joan was when James came in with a picture of the Mona Lisa.
"HEY RYAN, I'VE DONE A PAINTING OF YOU, I THOUGHT YOU'D LIKE IT," he said.
"Put it back," John said, annoyed. James insisted.
Ryan looked at it. "Oh, that's wonderful James."
John said, "Don't encourage him."
James asked, "Do you really like it?"
"I really like that one."
James looked at it. "Will you buy it?" He asked Ryan. John took him into the hallway, mumbling something about locking him in the closet. Not even a few minutes later, James comes in with another picture.
"RYAN I DREW AN ABSTRACT."
This was funny. Even Phanka had to laugh a little. Ryan said, "That's good, that's good."
"I...I DREW AN ABSTRACT..." He held it up for Ryan to see and said, "I couldn't get the ear good though..."
Ryan said, "Oh, no it's lovely."
"It's alright, isn't it?"
John stood up and said, "Yo, dude! I locked you in the closet!" He started leading James into the hallway again. "You need to sit down, and leave the pictures alone. I'll get you some crayons and let you wreak havoc somewhere else."

GSGS wrote: "This will probably make no sense whatsoever, but anyhoo:
“Remind me – why did I let you drive?” I groaned, burying my face into my hands, not daring to look up.
“Because I am the most mature,” St..."

OH GOD. This reminds me of Maximum Ride so much, it's scary. Was it supposed to?

Ehh, not really, but whatever if it does. I have read MR and I may have been influenced by it (I don't really like it all that much anymore but whatever).

@ Claire E (sorry, my 'reply' button's being a pain in the butt): loved it ;D I didn't understand what was going on, but still laughed

GSGS wrote: "@ Claire E (sorry, my 'reply' button's being a pain in the butt): loved it ;D I didn't understand what was going on, but still laughed"

Lol well it's rofl-worthy if you know where the references come from (the entire story, the characters, events and even the title is based off these references). Thanks for liking it!

If you wanna know where the references come from, last section: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h8rG3r..., and Maxwell/Joan reference: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MfnpZh...

I wrote a short piece for the summer edition of my school newspaper last year...so I will post. It's called Locker Woes.

Summer.
As you read that word, you’re probably thinking, “Finally! No more 76-minute classes! No more stuffed subway trains! No more late nights cramming for tests!”
Yes, yes, all very nice. But you know what I’m thinking? “No more loud students! No more curses when the lock doesn’t open! No more heavy backpacks being shoved into my clutches!”
Who am I?
I am your locker.
Yes, that locker. The one you pull open every morning and shove your bag into, grumbling about how heavy your bag is and how much homework you still have after staying up to 1:00 AM. The one you sneak to between classes to pick up a book from. The ones plastered with streamers and cards when it’s your birthday. We, these lockers, look forward to summer just as much as you do – for entirely different reasons.
First of all, the curses we get. Is it our fault the lock doesn’t open? If you must, blame the lock, but really, blame yourself. If your combo is 19-34-9, entering 20-35-10 because you’re in a rush isn’t going to help. Take the time to enter the right numbers and don’t start freaking out and swearing at us when the locker doesn’t open and you’re already late for class.
Second of all, you pile SO MUCH STUFF inside me! Do you know how heavy your combined school stuff is? Backpack, textbooks, locker shelves, jacket, instrument, lunch, shoes…and you pile all this stuff inside. Wait…right. You do know. You take most of it to school, and then dump it all inside me. So why not spare me a few scratches and dents, and carry some of this stuff with you instead of stuffing it all inside me. I only have a little bit of space. No wonder you have to wrestle your backpack out! Again, don’t blame me for not having enough space. Blame yourself for not carrying enough of your own stuff around with you.
Third of all, the noise. From the noise in the hallway at 8:39 AM, you would think that it was a bunch of animals going to school here! Just because I don’t have ears doesn’t mean the noise doesn’t affect me. All us lockers hate excess noise. Unfortunately, we are treated to this wonderful thing every day. Three times a day. Why do you make so much noise? Why do you find the need to communicate your ideas in an exceedingly loud voice? It makes no sense to me, and it’s not because I’m just a piece of metal!
I hope all these reasons clearly tell you why we lockers look forward to the summer holidays just as much as you do. And hopefully now you’ll think about these things next year….
Nah, I knew you wouldn’t. Have a good summer. And feel free to stay at home as long as you like….maybe even until October…Just kidding. Have a good summer.

So this is from my current novel, Meia. So just some quick background info Meia is a 14 year old girl living in medieval times who has a secret. She can control water. But not only that she dreams of a long off world called Regoria. A world so different then the one she knows. In Regoria there is a young girl named Jay, a spitting image of Meia who Meia can't help but feel a connection to. Now here's my scene.

From Meia Chapter 4: And we're off

“Meia, Meia, Meia! Get up!” someone yelled, and then I realized it could only be Ace.

“What is it Ace?” I mumbled sleepily.

“Wow Meia, I didn’t know you were such a heavy sleeper,” she remarked sarcastically.

“Just drop it Ace,” I muttered. Robin laughed, of course.

“Come on let’s get going. Adela and Arabella are waiting for us,” Ace said helping me off the hay.

“I’m coming.” I said, only half focusing. I couldn’t stop thinking about Jay and the dream. This is how you could have spent your evenings.” What does that mean?

“Hey slowpoke, if we make it to the manor and all the good jobs are taken I’m blaming you!” Robin cried in a hysteric laughing fit.

“Robin, just go stuff some manure in your mouth,” I said. Ace chuckled and Robin glared at her, which only made her laugh more. I rolled my eyes. Those two.

We quickly picked up Arabella, Adela and the horses and we were off on another adventure filled day.

We were blessed with an uneventful day… to a point. We were riding through a small village when a bunch of men who looked fresh from a tavern rode behind us. “Hey, what are a bunch of pretty out of town girls doing without a man to protect them?” the leader said

“What am I? Invisible?!” Robin cried, clearly annoyed.

“Oh sorry, didn’t see ya. Anyways why are you out without a strong man to protect you little ladies?” he put an emphasize on the word strong.

Robin started muttering and blabbering. Ace laughed till I punched her in the arm. She growled and glared at me, but stopped laughing,

I like that =) I love the friendship between them...it's so realistic.

Thanks.

From my novel Meia like most of my posts. This is Meia's dream of Regoria.

Of course tonight had to be the night I dream of Regoria. I was alone sitting on a bench type thing. I looked around at my surrounding, they were so weird. Nothing looked familiar at all. "Jay!" I called nervously. "Jay, anyone?! Can anybody here me?!" I called again. Nothing moved at all. Well a few tress rustled but that was it.

Then I saw a figure coming closer. "Jay?" I cried. No response. "Jay!" I tired again louder. Nothing.

The figure kept coming closer and closer. They were wearing all black and wore a raised hood do I couldn't see their face. I began to get frighten. We're they coming so I could see Adela(her dead sister). I prayed no, despite how much I wanted to see my sister again.

The figure came so close I could feel their breath on my shoulder. I got scared and started to hyperventilate. The figure slowly moved its hands to the top of their hood. Slowly it grabbed the edges of their hood. So slow you could barely feel it was moving at all they pulled they're hood down. Then with a quick flick of their wrist the hood came tumbling for revealing a hysterical laughing Jay.

"You wouldn't recognize a joke if it hit you in the face." Chandler slurred, seemingly drunk on his own adrenaline. Typical. What is it with men and fighting? Whenever Chandler and Markus were together, words flew like knives and they both acted as dumb as two stallions fighting for a herd of mares. Particularly in Cheyenne's presence. She thought if was funny. I just enjoyed the jokes, because Chandler typically forgot them within three hours, and I could reuse them to my own benefit. Chandler thinks I'm quite witty, thanks to this. It cracks me up that he never recognizes the jokes as his own.
Markus puffs up like an insulted cat, sticking his chin out in the air and crossing his arms. "You, DeRuge, have no sense of humor. As so clearly shown by that display earlier today at the school."
Chandler grins. "That was good, wasn't it? That little bit with your father? Nobody respects him whatsoever." He sneers and Etan nods in agreement, silently egging them on.
I sit in my chair, drawing my knees up to my chin to help disguise my grin. I sense a war of wits coming on. Apparently, Cal does, too, because he rolls his eyes and took a step away. He was never much of one to enjoy Etan, Chandler and Markus's battle of the brains.
"My father is one of the most respected men in the country." Markus snaps, taking the insult to heart and seemingly steering the conversation away from bitter wisecracks. "He is the principal of the school. Whenever he walks into a room, all the kids sit up straight and everyone shuts up long enough to say "Hello, sir." all nice and polite like."
Etan leans forward, his dark eyes fully open, looking actually engaged in the conversation, for once. I know this is simply because he can top what Markus just said. He's never been one to pass up a chance to gloat. And he isn't like Chandler, who brags self-depreciatingly and pokes himself in the eye with his own stick. He just likes making other people look pathetic.
"My dad is king," He points out, voice as ragged as ever. "When he walks in a room, everybody drops to their knees, kiss his hand and say "My king, my lord, your highness."" He grins, showing those pointed front teeth, starkly white against his tan skin. Markus deflates slightly, looking defeated. But he still holds his head up, clinging to some desperate hope that his dad will still reign supreme.
My gaze shifts to Chandler, who has remained oddly silent. Very rarely is he quiet for more than a minute at a time. I can immediatly tell we are all in for a good one. His easy grin is spreading across his face, hooking up on one side, stamping little crows' feet in the corners of his eyes, which gleam blue with a mischievious sparkle. He leans back, hands in pockets, head tilted slightly to the side and eyes cast downward. He has to look down his nose at Markus because he is so much taller. He surveys Markus for a minute, letting the suspense stretch out. Cal stands in the corner of the room, watching his twin brother apprehensivly, but his eyes show he is expecting something grand.
Chandler's grin expands even wider, and he huffs that little dry chuckle of his, laughing through his nose. Then he says, "Markus, my father is six eleven and weighs five hundred pounds. When he enters a room, everybody says "My GOD,""
Laughter errupts out of me, spilling out from behind my legs. Chandler catches my eye, gaze twinkling with amusement at his own wisecrack. Cal is laughing, too, rolling his eyes. Even Etan looks midly bemused, even though his eyes are half-lidded again, his lips pressed into that firm line, trademark of his disenchantement.
I'm still chuckling, as is Chandler, and Markus sticks out his hand. "Well said, DeRuge." He says. "Well said." Chandler shakes his hand.
"Round two next Tuesday?" He asks.
"Count on it."

That's funny ^_^

Kaitlyn *I Will Never Let Go* wrote: ""You wouldn't recognize a joke if it hit you in the face." Chandler slurred, seemingly drunk on his own adrenaline. Typical. What is it with men and fighting? Whenever Chandler and Markus were toge..."

I was dying with laughter with the my GOD part.

GSGS wrote: "[The characters are making a plan, using sticks and stones to represent various features]
"OK, so the rocks are us. Now, if we spread out so all guards - "
"Which rock am I?" Storm butted in.
"I d..."

Haha! I really like this one! :)

Lol, okay, so this scene would not be funny on its own, so I'm going to have to tell you what's going on ;P Just know that the guy she is talking to/about is simply rinsing his face to try and clear his mind ;)



Adela would deny this with her life, but she jumped at the sound of a loud splash from the ocean just behind her. What could she say? It was a strange island, in the middle of a dark night . . she was jumpy.

Twirling around to see what it was that had scared her, Adela's eyes landed on the hunched over figure of a boy. No doubt it was Derek, but what was he doing? Was his head under the water? Oh my gosh! Was he trying to kill himself?

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!" Adela repeated quickly as she stumbled hastily through the sand to reach the obviously distressed boy. "Don't do it! It's not worth it! Think of all the people out there who have to be forced to die, yet here you are living! You're lucky, dude!"

She was speaking nonsense, of course, but it did have some truth . . and besides, she was just trying to convince him not to do it.

Derek had to come up for air again, and he came up, gasping and shaking his head. He looked up as he heard Adela approaching, and he thought that she was coming over to tell him off for waking her. But he heard her say something about people dying and how he was lucky. He turned to look at her through his wet hair, raising an eyebrow. "The hell you going on about now?" he asked. "Is your fever back or something?"

Lol, this is from a RP I was doing, so the italic part is the other girl's character replying to Adela's outburst xP This might not be that funny, but I figured it was close enough . . ;)

Maiven wrote: "Lol, okay, so this scene would not be funny on its own, so I'm going to have to tell you what's going on ;P Just know that the guy she is talking to/about is simply rinsing his face to try and clea..."

lol! that's hilarious!

xP Thanks!

This is a future scene from Dreamland. The whole book is totally not planned out, and I don't know how this is going to end up fitting or if they're really gong to go to Portland. But I had this really funny idea (at least it's funny to me). There are a few curse words. Just warning you.



"Everyone calm down, okay! I need to think." I nearly have to shout to be heard over the commotion of my friends.

"I don't see what there is to think about. We need to get to Portland. We need to get there as soon as possible. We can't afford to fly, so we're going to drive." Silver speaks as if she's talking to a five year old. It irks me. I am not five, and I understand the situation perfectly well.

"Fine. We drive," I snap. "We can take my mom's car." I stalk over to the door and take the car keys off the hook where they always hang. I can feel everyone watching me as I put my hand on the door knob. They are absolutely silent. "What?" I demand, annoyed that they can be quiet now and they couldn't be quiet twenty seconds ago when I was asking them to shut up.

"Who's driving?" Zyndle asks.

I sigh. "Me. I've got the keys." I hold the car keys up for proof, giving them a little shake to make them jingle.

Zyndle's not satisfied. "Do you have a license?" she presses.

This gives me pause. I have my learner's permit, yes, but... "Not technically, but I know how to–"

"I'll drive. I'm the oldest." Silver snatches the keys out of my hand before I can protest, and then everyone's rushing out to the car and I have no choice but to be swept along with them. Somehow, Corik ends up shotgun next to Silver while I'm squished in the middle back with Fai and Zyndle in the window seats.

It takes Silver a couple of seconds to get the keys in the ignition, which gives me enough time to start doubting. "Wait. Silver. Do you even know how to drive?"

"Sure. This is the gas, this is the brake, this is the steering wheel, and this is the horn," Silver replies, gesturing to each car part in turn. "And that's the gear thingyding." She points to the shift knob, then floors the accelerator. We all yelp as the car shoots forward. Zyndle's bony elbow digs painfully into my side. "Sorry!" Silver yanks the shift knob into reverse, and then we're careening backwards instead of forwards.

"Shit. We're done for. We're dead," I moan. I'm seriously considering climbing into the front and pushing Silver out of the driver's seat, but now she's managed to get out of the driveway and we're rolling at a surprisingly reasonable speed down my street.

"Let's make a game plan," Silver says once everyone's gotten untangled from each other. "First stop in Portland, the Dreamhouse." She reaches up to adjust the rearview mirror.

"Hands! ON! The steering wheel!" I burst out, a bit too loudly.

Silver calmly places her hand back on the wheel. "Calm down, Lina," she says patronizingly. "And don't be a back seat driver."

I press my lips together and force myself to sit back. I'm not convinced we'll even make it to Portland.

"Oh, look, here's the end of the street. I'm putting on the turn signal, Lina, okay? And we're going to turn right here–"

I try to ignore Silver's baby voice as she talks me through her driving. I am actually pretty surprised that she knows how to drive. I've never seen any sort of car in Dreamland.

"And now I'm going to turn off the turn signal–"

Now Zyndle looks annoyed. She rolls her eyes and glares at the back of Silver's head.

"We're going to turn onto this street and– fucking douchebag!" Silver leans on the horn, and we all jump. The car that just cut her off honks in reply.

"Silver!" Fai gasps, and Corik cracks up.

This is going to be a very long car ride.

Sevania wrote: "This is a future scene from Dreamland. The whole book is totally not planned out, and I don't know how this is going to end up fitting or if they're really gong to go to Portland. But I had this re..."

i feel like i can't read this because that'll ruin the suspense from reading the next few chapters.
but i want to blahh.