Ok, soooo the state of my year, so far anyway, has been a little bleak. Year after year I promice myself the same thing, success, but it never comes, or comes in the smallest of doses.
22 is a strangly significant number in my life, a number that just always seems to pop up, but a month ago, it was my 22nd birthday soooo hopefully my life will make a turn and pave a way for something more.
My year so far has been a thoughtful one, definitely. I’ve reached the lowest i’ve ever been yet tasted the highest, and im hungry for more ;p most definitely 😀
Chunk is happily in bed on a hot, chocolate fudge night, all tucked away and sleeping. The fishfrog beside his bed is also snoozing away in his liquid chocolate bowl, until suddenly, an almight crash outside rumbles and shakes through the whole house. Chunk and his fishfrog jump awake in complete shock at the sudden colossal commotion outside. Running to his window and slamming it open, Chunk gazes at the enormously round meteor, ball chunk of chocolate, blazing awake in flames outside.
Chunk simply can’t belive his eyes, and rips his pjamas off revealing his gaurdian uniform, running outside to investigate this random event.
Now outside, Chunk goes close to the meteor that looks like a melting malteaser. It seems a lot smaller upclose, but still gives off a dangerous vibe. With his shield close to his body, Chunk touches the melting maltease, in reaction, it begins to move and shake. Chunk steps back as it becomes increasingly more active. Suddenly, out of nowhere, the meteor shoots up into the sky like a shooting star, and then crashes back down to earth now covered in a fine brown mist.
Chunk readys his shield, as the mist starts to fade. The meteor that was, is now standing with deep, glowing, dark brown eyes. “I am the warlord, Boost-wispa, bow before me puny humaniod. Chunk bursts out laughing, “Hahaha, Boost-wispa? More like Malteaser-aero bubble. You suck, I mean, your not even scary looking. You look like a half eaten then melted, easter promotion chocolate. Your literally melting before my eyes, i’m going back to bed.”
Boost-wispa bows his head in shame, then walks away in annoyance. “I’ll get you back for this Chunk, and next time, I’ll be laughing at you!”…….”And also mocking yoooou with bad chocolate related puns!”
Hands ripping through the hard chocolate dirt, struggling to get through the dense, solid ground, who ever is behind this has’nt thought this through very well. From behind, a small, irritating voice starts to pierce Chunk’s ears with dentistry work.
It seems to be one of Chunk’s villains; the apologetic tooth, come to wreck havoc and annoy those who indulge in their chocolatey surrounding. Chunk towers over the grindingly annoying tooth, “What was your plan apologetic tooth? What was your business raising the deceased chocolate raisin people?” The tooth opens his sweet little mouth to talk, but Chunk kicks him in the face anyway, ironically breaking a tooth of the tooth. “Be gone little tooth vermin, I will protect these people of brown at any cost!”
The tooth runs away, forgeting that the hands he raised from the ground are still there kind of lifeless, he trips over them and the hands grab him tight, dragging his little body down to the depths of the of coffee revels.
With the land of brown, unknowingly saved, Chunk is ready to call it a day and importantly go home to feed his pet fishfrog called fredo. (Part 4 coming soon)
Mine is simply a daft drawing of my dream home. I want to be rich and famous from my art, music, writing, but at the end of the day, my dream house is a small house, lived in with the person I love the most, who I can start a family with someday and have many memories. This is my dream house, because home is where my heart and dreams are. Simple 🙂
On a seemingly normal, brown day, life goes on as normal. The air is thick with a brown haze, the smell of out of date chocolate filling the breathable air, life itself shouldn’t exist in a world of these conditions, but sadly it does.
Humanoids live in this world alongside mutants hybrid animals, and living chocolate treats with sugary attitudes. Blood runs dark brown like liquid chocolate in everyone because of the chocolate particals even making the skin itself hard, but completely weak to fire. Highly anatomically incorrect, it’s a wonder how this bizzar world ceases to exist, especially with a sun like a chocolate button.
The story starts with the gaurdian of brown, Chunk, with a weaponised shield, formed in the hell fountains of the purest chocolate. Coated in many forms of chocolate, the shield is a phenomenon of amazement and might, although rarely used as life is so sweet and sugary.
On Chunk’s usual patrol of the brown forest, unusual activity arises as normal and expected, but as he starts to walk back to the entrance of the forest, a mass of brown, wrinkly hands start to pop out from the ground, flailing around like struggling fish. Chunk holds his mighty, chocolate shield close, the amount of fail in this forest is about to increase, Chunk’s body is ready.