K's Creative Thread

This is an experimental multi-crossover story I was working on back in year 11, but as usual I lost interest and ended up stopping after two chapters. Anyway here it is as it was up to that point.

MAZZA'S ADVENTURE

Starring:
Paul McCartney
Doctor Who
Will Smith

Morpheus
Knuckles
Julie-Su
Michael Schumacher
Hitler
Jerry Springer
Trevor McDonald
Ant & Dec

Chapter 1: Spotted The Doctor

Paul McCartney sat down on the bass drum. He was bored because Ringo was on holiday and George and John were dead. Then all of a sudden, a flash of light! A blue phone box appeared, and a strange man in a hat came out!

"Greetings, my friend. I am Doctor Who from my time traveling telephone box, called the TARDIS. Come with me."

Paul McCartney got into the TARDIS and almost immediately, there was a thump. He opened the door to find himself in a big, futuristic factory which contained aliens.

"Whoops. I seem to have entered the set of Men In Black by mistake. Hang on, let me adjust a few settings."

Will Smith walked towards the TARDIS and went in to investigate. He spotted the Doctor, and hid behind the control panel.

"Are we ready yet?" asked Paul.

"Yes, you're absolutely." replied the Doctor.

"Eh?"said Paul, but already there was a "whump" sound, and they were in the very distant future.

Paul opened the door to see an underground maze full of machinery and computers. They were now in the Matrix.

END OF CHAPTER.


Chapter 2: Mikes And Everything

"What is this place?" Will thought to himself.

"We are in a computer system known as the Matrix, about 14,000 years into the future." answered the doctor. "Who asked me that anyway?"

"Dunno." said Paul. "Why don't we ask that bald bloke over there for directions?"

He pointed in the direction of a tall figure dressed completely in black, almost filling the entire corridor. Paul and Who approached him.

"Greetings, Paul McCartney, Doctor Who and Will Smith. I am Morpheus. Welcome-"

"Hang on!" Interrupted Paul. "How do you know our names?"

"Because they're written on your name badges." Replied Morpheus, bearing a confused look.

"Oh, so they are. Silly me." Said the doctor, jokingly. He also then became confused. "Wait a minute," he asked. "You mentioned Will Smith. He's not even here... oh, of course! Remember when we landed on the Men In Black set?"

Just then, Will emerged from Who's phone box. "This isn't part of the set! Where are the cameras and mikes and everything, man?"

Paul then whispered to him "Er, we're doing a written story, which you're in, so there are no cameras."

"Oh, right, got you." Whispered Will back. Suddenly, as if on cue, everything started rumbling. An earthquake!

"It's an earthquake!" Shouted Paul. "Back to the phone box, quick! What's that smell, anyway?" The quake then stopped.

"Pardon me." Said Morpheus. "I knew I shouldn't have eaten them beans before filming."

END OF CHAPTER.

I like it too! Very good!

Here is a humorous story I wrote a couple of years back. Earlier today, I've re-written the wording a little bit and put it on to Deviantart at this address:

http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/27286042/

No plagiarising, it's now copyrighted to me. He it is.

QUEST FOR THE SCROLLS

Description: A bumbling group of 7 explorers travel to Egypt to search for some ancient lost scrolls, but little do they know that their local cafe owner is also searching for them.

Characters:
Ivor Lotomoney
Ian Doyle
Alex Beadle
Tobias West
Fernando Ferdinand
Kareem Hmar
Paul Malik
Pedro De La Marco
An air hostess.

Chapter 1 – Seven Sausage… Scrolls

December 4th 1201 A.D. (after dinner):
The sandstorm raged on as they progressed towards the Pyramid, which was a cafe located next to the beach on a very windy day. It had just gone twelve o’clock as they entered the cafe, sat down and started discussing their plans.
"We’ve got to get those scrolls, and fast!" Ian said. Pedro, the owner of the cafe, was listening in on them when he decided to approach them. “ id you say scrolls?” he asked.
“Err… yes, we’d like seven sausage… scrolls… please?” Ian answered.
As they ate their sausage rolls, they continued to talk about their planned adventure to find the scrolls some more. Tobias eventually picked up a map and put it on the table.
“Now then, the scrolls are located in this, the Great Pyramid of Targa.” he whispered.
Just then, however, Pedro went over and deliberately spilled coffee on the map. “Oh forgive me, I’m so sorry, I’ll take it to be cleaned up!” He took away the map and snuck up the stairs.

Chapter 2 – We’ll go to British Airways

“We’ve been waiting 20 minutes, where’s Pedro with the map?” Tobias said. Ivor looked up and saw Pedro with a photocopy of their map. “Sorry, but the map was falling apart, so I photocopied it and threw it away.” said Pedro, who then hastily retreated into the kitchen.
“Okay,” said Ivor. “We have the map back, so let’s go already!”
“Hold on, what about the original map?” asked Fernando. “Pedro might still have it.”
“That doesn’t matter, it stinks of coffee, now, anyway. ”Besides, he would never leave his cafe behind.”
“Okay. We’ll go to British Airways and head for Egypt. Don’t forget the map!” said Kareem. And so they went to the airport and went to Egypt for the scrolls.

Chapter 3 – That Flaming Sandpit

December 5th 1535:
It was twenty-five to four on December the fifth. Ivor and his team had finally reached Egypt, and they were really excited. They looked ahead and witnessed the Great Pyramid of Targa. However, they glimpsed up to see giant symbols hovering above the Pyramid.
“Hang on a sec!” shouted Alex. He looked away from the advert board to see the city of Tokyo beyond the airport. “We’re not in Egypt at all, we’re in Japan!”
“Oh, b*gger! We got on the wrong flight!” shouted Ian, as they ran back to the plane.
Meanwhile Pedro, with coffee-stained map in hand, made his way boldly through the many treacherous deserts of the kiddies’ sandpit at the back of his cafe.
“I’ve got to get rid of that flaming sandpit, especially being next to the beach.” thought Pedro, as he made his way to the car park.
He had just squeezed into his light blue Nissan Micra when he realized something terrible. He’d been parked in the Pay & Display for three weeks. He groaned and plodded back to the cafe for some extra money.

Chapter 4 – Batteries from Asda

December 6th 1945:
It was quarter to eight on December the sixth. Ivor and his team had finally reached Egypt, and they were really excited. They looked ahead and witnessed the Great Pyramid of Targa. However, Fernando panicked as he looked at the map.
“Wait a minute,” said an alarmed Fernando. “This isn’t the Ogjol to Diwojand!”
“You’re right,” started Ivor. “This is actually the Pyramid of Targa, because you’re reading the map upside down, you plank.”
“Ah so I am.” mumbled Fernando as they began to progress through the desert.
“Getting dark out here, isn’t it?” asked Kareem. “ idn’t you have a torch with you Tobias?”
“Sorry, batteries ran out weeks back.” He replied.
“You dozy gimboid! Why didn’t you buy a set of batteries from Asda back home?” shouted Ian.
“Ah…” answered Tobias. “Listen there’s a gift shop back at the airport. I’ll get us a lighter, I shan’t be too long.” And with that, he rushed back to the airport.
Back in Britain, Pedro was still driving his clapped out old car down the road from his cafe having only just managed to pay off his costly parking fine. Suddenly, he heard a couple of bizarre noises.
Phut. Bang. Pedro’s car eventually rolled to a halt.
“Guess I’ll have to hire a taxi now.” He sighed angrily as he stepped out of the car, and made his way to the phone box.

(Out of space. Last 3 chapters follow...)

I recently joined a "Creative Writing" class for every Wednesday. Yesterday, working from a short list of example characters and lines, I came up with this. No idea how I will extend it yet, but I'll think about it.


UNTITLED

I felt myself falling from consciousness and crashing to my knees. I had been working at the same workstation all bloody night, searching for the answers to what happened to them all. I was weak with worry, and my eyes were burning, but I could not let myself rest because of that morbid image planted in my head.

I needed the truth. I needed to reach out and somehow grab on to that elusive explanation. Exhausted, I gradually pushed myself up and staggered even further into the lonely streets, the bright sunlight hurting my eyes.

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This one was just an experiment. It's a sad poem written in the style of those from olden times. It was going to be a parody, but it eventually came to develop into this. I would be greatful for feedback.

SILENCE THE BOOKS

Srug'ling gwym, azee did wiik,
"Saice the buchs", azee did sae,
"Wie not thee power'd, my work isn dunn!"
Ha las crie: "Me heed's saw."

Aye crie titha waek,
Liek a thaasan graee haiv'ns.
"Me daalins gon," Aye w'd crie.
"Me daalins gon."

"Faer not, my pet" aye hier,
"Zee'll be ighawae the'ar t' se uss,
Ei'll be aa rit" ee say.
Burrit dun't eez t' paine.

Erydaye, aye think o err,
Aye crie liek t' haiv'ns,
Te herrin err sae "Saice the buchs" Wan ma time.
"Saice the buchs."

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I wrote this one out of nowhere in less than 20 minutes, and it is totally random. Tell me what you think.

http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/31141804/

Number two, The Price Is Right:

(Sonic is reading a TV guide, while The Price Is Right plays in the background.)
Announcer: Now it's time to meet the stars of the show! Owen Gough, come on down!
(Sonic flicks to Sudoku.)
Sonic: (mumbles) Why is there never a bloody pen around when you need one...
Announcer: Michelle Wyatt, come on down!
(Sonic starts sudoku)
Sonic: 9 goes there. There's a 5...
Announcer: Cloud Strife, come on down!
Sonic: ...and another- WHAT? (Looks up in amazement) ...meh, good for him!
Announcer: Amy Rose, come on down!
Sonic: I don't believe it! (He triple-takes at the TV screen, where Amy is very much on the podium)
Announcer: You are the first four contestants on The Price Is Right! But there'd be no show without Joe! it's Joe Pasquale!
...
Joe: We got Cloud. 'ello Cloud!
Cloud: Hello, Joe.
Joe: You look like David Bowie's dad!
(Audience roars with laughter)
Joe: Finally, here's Amy. You alright?
Amy: Hi! ^_^
Joe: You're one foxy lady, aren't ya!
(More laughter)
Joe: (chuckles squeakily)
(Audience roars with laughter again)

Meanwhile...
Sonic (on phone): You never told me you were on The Price Is Right!
Amy: Oh yeah, we all were! Me, Tails, Cream, even Knuckles! We would have brought you, but you were napping.
Sonic: Napping!? You could've just... j-but... never mind. (Slams phone down and returns to TV, where the first game has just finished)
Joe: Congratulations, Owen. We need another player on Contestant's Row! Who's it gonna be?
Announcer: Shadbo Hengehog, come on down!
(Shadow emerges from audience, disguised in flat cap and fake tash)
Sonic: O____o WTF?

the deal or no deal one's funny

Here's another one, Sonic the Hedgehog in Formula 1:

*Camera is following Sonic, the race positions are at the bottom*
James Allen: So, to recap, we got Sonic in the Renault ahead of Knuckles, 2nd in the Ferrari. Shadow is 3rd for McLaren. His teammate, Rouge, is in 4th. But I'll tell what you what, this is anyone's race!
*Camera on-board with Shadow*
SHADOW - TEAM RADIO
Radio: You are 0.431s faster than Clivio Piccione.
Shadow: (speech incoherent through engine noises).....is....DAMN........emerald!
RADIO ENDS
Martin Brundle: Well, I think we just heard there, Shadow appears to have a problem with his car. You can see the smoke gradually coming out of his engine, his car looks very sick and needs to come into the pits. Ted Kravitz has found the retired Tails.
Ted Kravitz: Tails, to retire so early on in the race when you were absolutely flying! (Tails groans) So what went wrong?
*Shadow crashes badly into tyre wall*
Tails: I dunno. I lost-
James Allen: WHOOOA NO!! OHHH MY WORD!! BIG CRASH!! IT'S SHADOW!! HE'S GONE OFF THE ROAD AND HAS GONE STRAIGHT INTO THE TYRE WALL!
SHADOW - TEAM RADIO
Radio: You are 0.431s faster than Clivio Piccione.
RADIO ENDS
Martin Brundle: From that, it's quite clear the team are absolutely gutted that he should spin out at such a crucial point in the race. He's left debris all over the track, it's the safety car for sure.

Later -

*Shadow walking back to pits*
Martin Brundle: So, a big disappointment for Shadow as he heads back the pits. His team boss, Vector, will of course find the computer room to discover what went wrong there.
*Cut to Sonic and a Honda*
James Allen: Well, we are one lap from the end of the race and Sonic is under some pressure.
SONIC - TEAM RADIO
Radio: You are 0.431s faster than Clivio Piccione.
Sonic: (speech garbled).....right behind...here we go!
RADIO ENDS
James Allen: And this is unbelievable! Right at the penultimate corner, Jenson Button has overtaken Sonic for the lead! Well there are those that doubted him! SOME SAID HE WOULD NEVER WIN A GRAND PRIX!! YES!! HE'S DONE IT!! JENSON BUTTON!! WINS!! THE HUNGARIAN!! GRAND PRIX!! GET IN THERE!!
JENSON BUTTON - TEAM RADIO
Radio: You are 0.431s faster than Clivio Piccione.
Button: YES! Woo-hoo! THIS IS GREAT. THANKS GUYS. WELL DONE.
RADIO ENDS
James Allen: I think I speak for everyone about Sonic when I say: Hey you! It's time to speed up again!
Martin Brundle: THAT'S IT! I've had it with these motherf*cking snakes on this motherf*cking plane! (Leaves)
James Allen: What's his problem?