zipper, a school assignment
“Okay, Cody it’s kinda like a tube- thing with a bunch of carts on it and it like, swings around like-“
“No way, too scary, ” I interjected. Megan swirled around in the
shotgun seat and gave me a very pleading/disapproving look.
“Aw, come on, it’ll be fun!” she gave me a wide grin and a punch on the shoulder.
Okay, it seems like I’m getting in head of myself as usual. As you can probably
guess, my name is Cody. I’m thirteen with long black hair, and I’d say I’m an average
teenage guy. My friend Megan however, is above average. She is a typical “pretty
girl.” She’s tall, a cheerleader, and, er… pretty. She has straight brunette hair, a
splash of freckles across her nose and stunning icy-blue eyes. I’ve known Megan
since we were babies and we have an inseparable friendship. Today, Megan’s mom
picked me up in her Toyota 4-Runner to take us to the fair, and currently, Megan was trying to get me to go on the dreaded ride, The Zipper.
“You know I’m not much of a thrill seeker, Megan,“ I countered. Megan
looked thoughtful for a moment and looked into space as she usually does when
thinking.
“How about I go on it with you?” I opened my mouth to respond when
Megan’s mom parked the car and let us out.
As we walked down the hill, my friend suddenly whirled around and looked me straight in the eye and sneered,
“I triple-dog dare you.”
I looked at her quizzically,
“That’s really lame,” I laughed.
Megan threw in her famous puppy-dog look. Okay, that look is EXTREMELY hard to refuse, so I drew out a long, exaggerated sigh and concluded,
“Okay, sure”
“YAAAAAAAAAAAYYY!” she screamed and gave me a bone-crushing hug. I then really hoped my ears weren’t as red as they felt and was thankful for the darkness. We eventually made our way over to the area where tickets are sold and we each purchased an unlimited ride wristband. At this point Megan was so excited that if jumping out of your skin were at all possible, she would be doing it right now. She turned to me, still grinning ear-to-ear.
“OMG! Are you, like, sooo excited?’ Oh yeah, I forgot, this was my first time at the fair. In fact, I wouldn’t have even been there if Megan’s parents hadn’t offered to pay for me. This was also the reason she was making such a big deal out of it. We skirted hundreds of people, passed some tempting looking food, and insisted we didn’t need any handcrafted wooden flutes until we finally reached the rides.
“Whoa,” was the only word that reached my lips as we descended the next hill.
The rides looked AMAZING!!! The rides’ lights lit up the night like shooting stars as they swirled and twirled at dizzying heights. All the while smells of delicious food wafted from below and my mouth started salivating. As we got closer, I could hear the whirring of the rides’ motors and the other kids screaming and laughing in delight and fear.”
I muttered, “This is cool.” We finally reached the bottom of the hill. And Megan squealed,
“Zipper time!” I looked anxious for a moment,
“M-maybe later, I need to get used to this first.” Megan flashed me a reproachful glance, but then smiled,
“Okay, what ride should we go on first?”
I scanned the rides watchfully. Scrambler? No. Gravatron? Nooo way. Orbiter? Hmmmm. Sure! I told Megan my choice and we walked over. As we neared the ride, I started having second thoughts. It was like a thick pole with four more poles branching off with seats on the end that swirl around in the air. It was decorated with Spartans from Halo 3 in dramatic poses firing their weapons pointlessly at each other.
“Ummmm, I don’t think I really-“ but my words were sucked out of my mouth
as the ride hummed to life and we were strapped into the seats and rose into the air. Then, we started rotating, slowly at first, but soon enough, we were going so fast that the skin on my face was peeling back. I don’t know what I said, but I’m guessing it sounded like,
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Finally, it was over. I almost doubled up and threw up right there, but I decided to keep my innards inside.
“WOW, THAT WAS SOOOOOO COOL!!!” Megan gasped.
“Yeah, I guess it was.” And we both smiled.
After a long time, after going on all the other rides and getting into some decidedly strange adventures, and eating food, we were finally there standing in the front of the line, looking straight at, you guessed it, The Zipper.
My heart felt like it was beating in my throat. Megan turned to me, looking concerned.
“Are you okay? You look really pale.” I collected myself, swallowing my heart.
“Never been better.” The answer didn’t seem to satisfy Megan though. Eventually the ride whirred to a halt and a couple stepped out of the lowest hanging cart, cracking up. The person controlling the ride, a stereotypical dude with no teeth, motioned us forward.
“Just you and girlfriend?” he struggled to inquire, checking our bracelets. I was about to say something smart, when we were shoved into a caged cart and door was slammed shut. I gripped the bars on the door and worried. The cage seemed pretty sturdy, but was it sturdy enough? I suddenly heard a creaking noise, and the carts started moving… oh no… we were slowly rising to the sky…oh no… we shot up at extreme speed and shot down toward to the ground even faster… OOOHHH NNOOOOOOO!!! We started rapidly rising and falling at what felt like mach force, flying up and hurling to the ground, all the while doing crazy front flips and back flips. I later learned I was laughing like a madman at the top of my lungs.
Eventually, the ride stopped and we stumbled back out into the cool night breeze. Once again, after what felt like millions of times that night, Megan showed her pearly whites.
“What do you think?” there was only one thing I could say at the end of my climactic event, and it was,
“That… was… AWESOME!! Lets go again!” J
@font-face { font-family: "Cambria"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; } Hello, I’m hillbilly Jim, and the words here, you may not believe. You may think I’m mad, because I’m a hillbilly, but my cause for my mission is true, as well as the thousands of deaths that occur in these hills. My mission was to kill the buoyhiypallicid beast, aka the hill demon. There are a few odd stories and folk tales shrouding this peculiar being, most of which have the same occurring themes. The buoyhiypallicid beast is neon green in color, larger at the front in a barrel shape. It has luminous purple eyes, but the look of the rest of the face is unknown, for nobody has ever gotten close enough to see. The origin is unknown, but the common conception is it came from the blackest pits of hell, sent by Satan, to cleanse the world of its ridiculous spawn.
Pretty dark huh? I would ordinarily completely disregard this and go on with my life, except for one fact. It killed my family. You may think I’m crazy also for blaming the deaths on a seemingly mythical creature, but I can assure you, I’m not. Man, I wish the thing were mythical.
When I decided to end this once and for all, it was dark, well nighttime of course, and the sky was overcast, purple clouds rolling like balls across the sky.
I had my trusty twelve gauge in hand, and I was trekking up the hill towards its lair up in the hills, in the abandoned trailer park. I had recruited a biker gang to assist me in my proceedings, because they had nothing left to lose. As I neared the top of the hill, I heard the gunning of engines and realized the gang must be here already. I saw the fire looming in to the sky from the ablaze trailers that were abandoned years ago, their rotting components making the perfect fuel. I saw the event near the middle of the park. The bikers were driving in circles, distracting the thing in the middle. Man, it was horrible! The monster was easily twice as big as any of the men out there.
It seemed to be doing a sort of dance, whirling around, an inhuman noise protruding from its throat. It was actually kind of comical. Well, it was until one of the guys got too close. The beast’s head lashed out, toppling the rider from his mount, his bike flying into the night like an escaped animal. The man tried to make a feeble escape, but the demon spawn struck again, this time into the man’s chest, and it ripped out his heart, his blood and scream splattering the night air. That was enough for me, and the bikers, who took off down the hill screaming and praying for mercy.
I started walking forward, cautiously, my gun at the ready. It was sniffing… or something, it’s previous victim, until it heard me, perked up, and turned its head towards me. I nearly fainted right there, its face could not be described in words it was so terrible. I was frozen there for a moment, but then had one thought, it killed my family. It then turned whole body towards me as I leveled the gun to my eye. It started walking, then loping, then sprinting at me. I aimed and prepared to fire. It then leaped into the air and landed on me as I loaded a round into its face. The last thing I saw was the terrible glow of its purple eyes.
“Okay, Cody it’s kinda like a tube- thing with a bunch of carts on it and it like, swings around like-“
“No way, too scary, ” I interjected. Megan swirled around in the
shotgun seat and gave me a very pleading/disapproving look.
“Aw, come on, it’ll be fun!” she gave me a wide grin and a punch on the shoulder.
Okay, it seems like I’m getting in head of myself as usual. As you can probably
guess, my name is Cody. I’m thirteen with long black hair, and I’d say I’m an average
teenage guy. My friend Megan however, is above average. She is a typical “pretty
girl.” She’s tall, a cheerleader, and, er… pretty. She has straight brunette hair, a
splash of freckles across her nose and stunning icy-blue eyes. I’ve known Megan
since we were babies and we have an inseparable friendship. Today, Megan’s mom
picked me up in her Toyota 4-Runner to take us to the fair, and currently, Megan was trying to get me to go on the dreaded ride, The Zipper.
“You know I’m not much of a thrill seeker, Megan,“ I countered. Megan
looked thoughtful for a moment and looked into space as she usually does when
thinking.
“How about I go on it with you?” I opened my mouth to respond when
Megan’s mom parked the car and let us out.
As we walked down the hill, my friend suddenly whirled around and looked me straight in the eye and sneered,
“I triple-dog dare you.”
I looked at her quizzically,
“That’s really lame,” I laughed.
Megan threw in her famous puppy-dog look. Okay, that look is EXTREMELY hard to refuse, so I drew out a long, exaggerated sigh and concluded,
“Okay, sure”
“YAAAAAAAAAAAYYY!” she screamed and gave me a bone-crushing hug. I then really hoped my ears weren’t as red as they felt and was thankful for the darkness. We eventually made our way over to the area where tickets are sold and we each purchased an unlimited ride wristband. At this point Megan was so excited that if jumping out of your skin were at all possible, she would be doing it right now. She turned to me, still grinning ear-to-ear.
“OMG! Are you, like, sooo excited?’ Oh yeah, I forgot, this was my first time at the fair. In fact, I wouldn’t have even been there if Megan’s parents hadn’t offered to pay for me. This was also the reason she was making such a big deal out of it. We skirted hundreds of people, passed some tempting looking food, and insisted we didn’t need any handcrafted wooden flutes until we finally reached the rides.
“Whoa,” was the only word that reached my lips as we descended the next hill.
The rides looked AMAZING!!! The rides’ lights lit up the night like shooting stars as they swirled and twirled at dizzying heights. All the while smells of delicious food wafted from below and my mouth started salivating. As we got closer, I could hear the whirring of the rides’ motors and the other kids screaming and laughing in delight and fear.”
I muttered, “This is cool.” We finally reached the bottom of the hill. And Megan squealed,
“Zipper time!” I looked anxious for a moment,
“M-maybe later, I need to get used to this first.” Megan flashed me a reproachful glance, but then smiled,
“Okay, what ride should we go on first?”
I scanned the rides watchfully. Scrambler? No. Gravatron? Nooo way. Orbiter? Hmmmm. Sure! I told Megan my choice and we walked over. As we neared the ride, I started having second thoughts. It was like a thick pole with four more poles branching off with seats on the end that swirl around in the air. It was decorated with Spartans from Halo 3 in dramatic poses firing their weapons pointlessly at each other.
“Ummmm, I don’t think I really-“ but my words were sucked out of my mouth
as the ride hummed to life and we were strapped into the seats and rose into the air. Then, we started rotating, slowly at first, but soon enough, we were going so fast that the skin on my face was peeling back. I don’t know what I said, but I’m guessing it sounded like,
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Finally, it was over. I almost doubled up and threw up right there, but I decided to keep my innards inside.
“WOW, THAT WAS SOOOOOO COOL!!!” Megan gasped.
“Yeah, I guess it was.” And we both smiled.
After a long time, after going on all the other rides and getting into some decidedly strange adventures, and eating food, we were finally there standing in the front of the line, looking straight at, you guessed it, The Zipper.
My heart felt like it was beating in my throat. Megan turned to me, looking concerned.
“Are you okay? You look really pale.” I collected myself, swallowing my heart.
“Never been better.” The answer didn’t seem to satisfy Megan though. Eventually the ride whirred to a halt and a couple stepped out of the lowest hanging cart, cracking up. The person controlling the ride, a stereotypical dude with no teeth, motioned us forward.
“Just you and girlfriend?” he struggled to inquire, checking our bracelets. I was about to say something smart, when we were shoved into a caged cart and door was slammed shut. I gripped the bars on the door and worried. The cage seemed pretty sturdy, but was it sturdy enough? I suddenly heard a creaking noise, and the carts started moving… oh no… we were slowly rising to the sky…oh no… we shot up at extreme speed and shot down toward to the ground even faster… OOOHHH NNOOOOOOO!!! We started rapidly rising and falling at what felt like mach force, flying up and hurling to the ground, all the while doing crazy front flips and back flips. I later learned I was laughing like a madman at the top of my lungs.
Eventually, the ride stopped and we stumbled back out into the cool night breeze. Once again, after what felt like millions of times that night, Megan showed her pearly whites.
“What do you think?” there was only one thing I could say at the end of my climactic event, and it was,
“That… was… AWESOME!! Lets go again!” J
@font-face { font-family: "Cambria"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; } Hello, I’m hillbilly Jim, and the words here, you may not believe. You may think I’m mad, because I’m a hillbilly, but my cause for my mission is true, as well as the thousands of deaths that occur in these hills. My mission was to kill the buoyhiypallicid beast, aka the hill demon. There are a few odd stories and folk tales shrouding this peculiar being, most of which have the same occurring themes. The buoyhiypallicid beast is neon green in color, larger at the front in a barrel shape. It has luminous purple eyes, but the look of the rest of the face is unknown, for nobody has ever gotten close enough to see. The origin is unknown, but the common conception is it came from the blackest pits of hell, sent by Satan, to cleanse the world of its ridiculous spawn.
Pretty dark huh? I would ordinarily completely disregard this and go on with my life, except for one fact. It killed my family. You may think I’m crazy also for blaming the deaths on a seemingly mythical creature, but I can assure you, I’m not. Man, I wish the thing were mythical.
When I decided to end this once and for all, it was dark, well nighttime of course, and the sky was overcast, purple clouds rolling like balls across the sky.
I had my trusty twelve gauge in hand, and I was trekking up the hill towards its lair up in the hills, in the abandoned trailer park. I had recruited a biker gang to assist me in my proceedings, because they had nothing left to lose. As I neared the top of the hill, I heard the gunning of engines and realized the gang must be here already. I saw the fire looming in to the sky from the ablaze trailers that were abandoned years ago, their rotting components making the perfect fuel. I saw the event near the middle of the park. The bikers were driving in circles, distracting the thing in the middle. Man, it was horrible! The monster was easily twice as big as any of the men out there.
It seemed to be doing a sort of dance, whirling around, an inhuman noise protruding from its throat. It was actually kind of comical. Well, it was until one of the guys got too close. The beast’s head lashed out, toppling the rider from his mount, his bike flying into the night like an escaped animal. The man tried to make a feeble escape, but the demon spawn struck again, this time into the man’s chest, and it ripped out his heart, his blood and scream splattering the night air. That was enough for me, and the bikers, who took off down the hill screaming and praying for mercy.
I started walking forward, cautiously, my gun at the ready. It was sniffing… or something, it’s previous victim, until it heard me, perked up, and turned its head towards me. I nearly fainted right there, its face could not be described in words it was so terrible. I was frozen there for a moment, but then had one thought, it killed my family. It then turned whole body towards me as I leveled the gun to my eye. It started walking, then loping, then sprinting at me. I aimed and prepared to fire. It then leaped into the air and landed on me as I loaded a round into its face. The last thing I saw was the terrible glow of its purple eyes.