The Rise and Spontaneous Combustion

[crazy_and_lost]

lol sorry bout the title. i couldnt fit the entire thing in the title section.

anyways, here is a random story ive started to write. its not meant to be completely serious and dark or anything of the sort. its random! :D and i luv randomness so here goes...

i dont have the actual thing with me right now bc its at home and not at school w/ me. ill begin posting it asap, but i will give u a brief overview (kinda like a table of contents) of part 1.


The Rise and Spontaneous Combustion of an Evil Nutcase

Part 1: Presenting the Crazies
Evil Nutcase
Evil Fluffy Bunny
Psychotic Emu
Lostest Coconut
Edward Ville the Fifty-first


ill begin (as i said) asap...hope u'll come into my circle of random ppls and at least read part one! :D :P :)


:pirate: arrr! i luv pirates!

[HarVardGrl92]

i can tell this will be funny lol
:lol2:

[crazy_and_lost]

one can only hope. lol :lol: i hope u guys like it! i promise ill post it by tommorrow night...if not sooner... :P u'll hav to wait. i have to go to bed. long road trip in the morning.

[HarVardGrl92]

okie dokie

[crazy_and_lost]

ok, here goes. the rise and spontaneous ombustion of an evil nutcase!
(sorry if its just one big paragraph. thats how i write sometimes...)

Part 1: Presenting the Crazies

Evil Nutcase

The sun rose as she awoke in her bed chamber. She blinked and let her eyes fully adjust to the lavender light that shone through the windows. She sat up and threw off the hot pink sheets, which had kept her warm for so many chilly winters till spring had arrived. Looking around, she saw that everything was exactly the way she liked it and the way she had kept it for the whole year she had been here: in complete chaos. Books and gadgets of all sorts were scattered and piled in mountains on the orange-carpet floor. The table and dressor tops could no longer be seen for all the papers and maps and plants that currently slept there, waiting to be awakened by their mistress. Her therapist had insisted the plants would help her with her anger management. Yeah right, she thought as she glared at the cacti and dandelions that grew in pots on the brilliant lime green walls and inside electric fences under the bed. But maybe, she reconsidered. They do give me something to torture with my new blowtorch. ?Muwahahahaha!? She cackled to herself in that annoying maniacle laugh ?bad guys? tend to develop after years of ?crime?, though she had picked it up in less than a month of her birth. She leaped off the queen sized bed to land on her feet, eager to start a new day of plotting and scemeing. Unfortunately, she hit her head on something which was flat, hard, and unwilling to budge. ?Ouch!? She rubbed her head where it had collided with the twenty-foot ceiling. ?Note to self,? she mumbled, ?get a taller mansion.? She climbed down from the bed, taking the ladder steps three at a time, careful not to snag her fuzzy green robe on the splinters in the wood. When her feet touched solid ground, she slipped on her fluffy slippers which resembled fluffy white bunnies. They had been given to her by her sidekick on her twenty-first birthday to celebrate the fact that she could now legally drink Irish coffee. Every time she took a step the bunnies on her feet would open their mouths and sing ?Drunken Bunny? in sqeaky voices. And as she made her way to the bathroom, that's exactly what they did. What do you do with a drunken bunny? What do you do with a drunken bunny? What do you do with a drunken bunny early in the morning? She trudged to the sink and stared into the mirror. Her short blond hair was spiked with green on the tips. It had been Irish Day nearly two months ago and the paint still hadn't washed completely out! The bags under her emerald eyes were lightening. A good sign, she thought, but I have to look better than this if I ever plan to rule the world. I have to look like I don't get too worried about things, which means no bags under the eyes. I have to look calm and proud and dignified. But dignity was hard to come by when you wore fluffy bunnies on your feet which sang as you walked. You put him in the cage until he's sober! Put him in the cage until he's sober! Put him in the cage until he's sober early in the morning! She just shook her head and began to wash up for breakfast.

[HarVardGrl92]

g00d so far...
=)

[lost coconut]

hehehehehehehehehe I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


*huggles favorite evil nutcase*


I love the brigid's cross altered lyrics.

btw I have ur cd...i'll give them back g bell tomorrow

;) ;) :lol: :lol: :) :lol2: :lol2: :D :D :P :P :banana: :banana:

:bunny: (Jorge)

[lost coconut]

I forgot to add that jorge has "very pointy teeth"

[*~*PermenantlyLost*~*]

hehehe, i cant wait til the psychotic emu comes in!

[crazy_and_lost]

yeah! huggles peoples! :lol2:


Evil Fluffy Bunny

In another room in the mansion, which was also headquarters for her boss, another person was awaking from a night of exciting dreams. She stayed hidden up to her chin under the fur comforter. She smiled when she remembered the dream she had had early on in the night where she had to rescue her boss from a firey death by volcano. Unrealistic, she supposed, but an adventure nonetheless. There hadn't been much happening in the Nut House, or so the outsiders called it, lately. Nobody had tried to bomb the place or set it on fire. This usually happened quite often when the world's leaders suspected conspiracies were taking place in the mansion; but they couldn't prove the inhabitants of the Nut House weren't innocent of such ?crimes? to successfully have her, her boss, her boss's advisor, and her boss's cousin arrested and kept behind sand bags. Thinking of the state of the International Prison, she laughed aloud. They couldn't afford to make iron bars for the cells, so they were forced to use bricks, thorn bushes, and sand bags to board up their prisoners. I can't imagine why, she thought sarcastically, as she reflected upon all of the times she and her boss's cousin had cheated the banks out of millions. That was how they had aquired enough money to pay for world domination and a mansion on a private island in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. Smelling bacon grease and burnt waffles, she rose and pulled on her velvet robe. It was a scarlet color and matched nicely with her light brown curly hair and equally brown eyes. She pushed her feet into her pink bunny slippers. They were much like the ones she had given her boss, except they didn't sing. She preferred them that way. She grabbed up a brush and yanked it through the tangled mess on top of her head. When her hair was as neat as it was going to get, she pinned bright and sparkly butterflies into it. Then she made a clicking sound with her tongue and heard a rustle from the opposite end of the room. A colorful parrot of red and pink and green and blue flew over the marble floor and alighted on her shoulder. She stroked its soft wings and it chirped and spoke to her. ?Morning! Bunny want a cracker?? She laughed her high pitched, quiet laugh as she took something from the bird's claw. It was a small scroll, and it was obviously written by her boss. She couldn't make out a word of it! But thinking that, on the off-side chance it might be important, she had better try to read it, she sat back on the bed and began to descipher the impossible handwriting of the one who might someday rule the world.