Tuesday, July 31, 2007
hi guys! i'm gonna try something different here... might be actually fun to write prose again. really miss it. if you guys wanna be included in my story or even wanna help pen a chapter or two do drop me msg yeah? well, here goes...Chapter 1
Genesis
"Phew!" sighed Shawn as he finally managed to decode the silly thing them IT folk call HTML - It was one exhausting code.
"12.27am" read the clock on his desktop. He unconsciously heaved another sigh of relief.
"Guess it's off to bed then," said Shawn to himself; a habit that not many people know about and one that Shawn isn't very quick to admit.
Shawn hastily put the final additions to his new blog and smiled to himself in satisfaction as he read the cocky title, "The Adventures of SuperShawn". He chuckled to himself at the sheer mischief of it all.
Before he could even shut down his computer, there was a loud pounding at his bedroom door.
"Mom... I'm going to bed already..." Shawn whined in reply, somehow thinking this would actually cause the knocking to stop.
It usually did. But it didn't. The pounding intensified and grew steadily hostile. Then, as abruptly as it had began, the fierce slamming against the door stopped. Shawn cautiously, inched his free hand to the door knob, as if it would seemingly scald him. When his palm made contact with the metal knob it almost seemed as if it did sting him as he retracted his hand instinctively. He paused for a moment, sucked in a breath of air and threw the door open with unnecessary force. As expected, the door flung open with such force it scrapped across the top of Shawn's unsuspecting toe.
"What the...?!" hollered Shawn in pain as he hopped up and down clenching his foot in his hands, in what looked like a ridiculously improvised tribal dance.
At the threshold, on the floor, lied a small cylindrical container. It bore a bright, multicolored design with big balloon-like letters across the tub. Shawn bent down and picked it up, immediately flipping off the cap and spooning a few mouthfuls of its contents using his bare fingers.
"Mmm.. Chunky Monkey..." he moaned as he enjoyed the delicious banana flavored ice-cream. "I wonder how it got here?" he continued, finally realizing that ice-cream belonged in freezers.
The tile floor in the living room was littered with weird animal prints scattered in all directions. Shawn followed them, albeit to not much avail, around the house which was, to his horror, empty.
"Chunky Monkey at my door and no one's home... Hmm..." wondered Shawn out loud to himself again, repeating the obvious yet curious events that had transpired.
He weird looking prints did not seem to confine themselves to the floor in fact, Shawn was sure that in some places, they looked as if they went onto the ceiling.
Then, he spotted it. A round, pink and squishy looking thing in the high corner of his kitchen. A pig.
"What on earth is a pig doing on my ceiling?"
"Oink?"
"Yeah, like I understand you..."
He did not understand why but he could not control himself from singing, "SpiderPig, SpiderPig, Does whatever a SpiderPig does. Can he swing, from a web? No, he can't. He's a pig. WATCH OUT! He is the SpiderPig."
The tune was familiar but the words were entirely not of his own doing. He stared at disbelief at the pig which was still somehow suspended from the kitchen ceiling.
"SpiderPig?"
"Oink!" seemingly happy now.
"Alright... Let me get this straight, you're SpiderPig and you're real?"
"Oink." the pig nodded, despite its lack of neck muscles.
Shawn glanced down at the empty tub of Chunky Monkey Ice cream in his hands before replying exasperatedly, "Ok, I've had too much Ben&Jerry's for one night. Screw this, I'm going to bed."
With that, he left the pig still hanging from his ceiling, he marched back to his room and plopped himself down to bed.
"Oink"
"12.27am" read the clock on his desktop. He unconsciously heaved another sigh of relief.
"Guess it's off to bed then," said Shawn to himself; a habit that not many people know about and one that Shawn isn't very quick to admit.
Shawn hastily put the final additions to his new blog and smiled to himself in satisfaction as he read the cocky title, "The Adventures of SuperShawn". He chuckled to himself at the sheer mischief of it all.
Before he could even shut down his computer, there was a loud pounding at his bedroom door.
"Mom... I'm going to bed already..." Shawn whined in reply, somehow thinking this would actually cause the knocking to stop.
It usually did. But it didn't. The pounding intensified and grew steadily hostile. Then, as abruptly as it had began, the fierce slamming against the door stopped. Shawn cautiously, inched his free hand to the door knob, as if it would seemingly scald him. When his palm made contact with the metal knob it almost seemed as if it did sting him as he retracted his hand instinctively. He paused for a moment, sucked in a breath of air and threw the door open with unnecessary force. As expected, the door flung open with such force it scrapped across the top of Shawn's unsuspecting toe.
"What the...?!" hollered Shawn in pain as he hopped up and down clenching his foot in his hands, in what looked like a ridiculously improvised tribal dance.
At the threshold, on the floor, lied a small cylindrical container. It bore a bright, multicolored design with big balloon-like letters across the tub. Shawn bent down and picked it up, immediately flipping off the cap and spooning a few mouthfuls of its contents using his bare fingers.
"Mmm.. Chunky Monkey..." he moaned as he enjoyed the delicious banana flavored ice-cream. "I wonder how it got here?" he continued, finally realizing that ice-cream belonged in freezers.
The tile floor in the living room was littered with weird animal prints scattered in all directions. Shawn followed them, albeit to not much avail, around the house which was, to his horror, empty.
"Chunky Monkey at my door and no one's home... Hmm..." wondered Shawn out loud to himself again, repeating the obvious yet curious events that had transpired.
He weird looking prints did not seem to confine themselves to the floor in fact, Shawn was sure that in some places, they looked as if they went onto the ceiling.
Then, he spotted it. A round, pink and squishy looking thing in the high corner of his kitchen. A pig.
"What on earth is a pig doing on my ceiling?"
"Oink?"
"Yeah, like I understand you..."
He did not understand why but he could not control himself from singing, "SpiderPig, SpiderPig, Does whatever a SpiderPig does. Can he swing, from a web? No, he can't. He's a pig. WATCH OUT! He is the SpiderPig."
The tune was familiar but the words were entirely not of his own doing. He stared at disbelief at the pig which was still somehow suspended from the kitchen ceiling.
"SpiderPig?"
"Oink!" seemingly happy now.
"Alright... Let me get this straight, you're SpiderPig and you're real?"
"Oink." the pig nodded, despite its lack of neck muscles.
Shawn glanced down at the empty tub of Chunky Monkey Ice cream in his hands before replying exasperatedly, "Ok, I've had too much Ben&Jerry's for one night. Screw this, I'm going to bed."
With that, he left the pig still hanging from his ceiling, he marched back to his room and plopped himself down to bed.
"Oink"