Stuck Story
a nanonovel
Once upon a time, one chilly morning in August, there was a HELP small boy with a large head and (accordingly) hat who lived HELP ME in a forgotten village in central Bavaria called HEEELLLLPPP Edelholz-Rohlingen.
One morning, his mother, Augusta — a large, friendly woman with a face like a mutton pie — decided that it was time for him to start CAN YOU HEAR ME??? making his own way in life, and sent him out to find a IS ANYONE THERE??? job. She packed him a Currywurst and a presliced packet of Pumpernickel, and PLEEASE HELP ME pushed him out the door, pointing him in the general direction of Rundschweißnähte, the nearest large town.
Being only four or HELLOOOOO! so, he soon fell into bad company, raising all sorts of CAN YOOU HEEEAR MEEE? questions about his mother’s fitness as a parent and the adequacy of the local LET ME OUT!! social services. He was soon frequenting seedy LET ME OUT! PLEEEASE! bars and making friends with go-go dancers, who were mostly kindhearted YES! YOU!! and left him alone, preferring to I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME! target a wealthier clientele.
On account of his large head and (accordingly) hat, he HEEEELLLLPP came in for a lot of unwanted attention from PLEEEEAASE HEEELLP MEEEE! I’M STUCK IN HERE!! I CAN’T GET OUT!!!
I don’t know who you are, but this is getting a little ridiculous. I’ll continue the story when things have quietened down.
Once upon a time, one chilly morning in August, there was a HELP small boy with a large head and (accordingly) hat who lived HELP ME in a forgotten village in central Bavaria called HEEELLLLPPP Edelholz-Rohlingen.
One morning, his mother, Augusta — a large, friendly woman with a face like a mutton pie — decided that it was time for him to start CAN YOU HEAR ME??? making his own way in life, and sent him out to find a IS ANYONE THERE??? job. She packed him a Currywurst and a presliced packet of Pumpernickel, and PLEEASE HELP ME pushed him out the door, pointing him in the general direction of Rundschweißnähte, the nearest large town.
Being only four or HELLOOOOO! so, he soon fell into bad company, raising all sorts of CAN YOOU HEEEAR MEEE? questions about his mother’s fitness as a parent and the adequacy of the local LET ME OUT!! social services. He was soon frequenting seedy LET ME OUT! PLEEEASE! bars and making friends with go-go dancers, who were mostly kindhearted YES! YOU!! and left him alone, preferring to I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME! target a wealthier clientele.
On account of his large head and (accordingly) hat, he HEEEELLLLPP came in for a lot of unwanted attention from PLEEEEAASE HEEELLP MEEEE! I’M STUCK IN HERE!! I CAN’T GET OUT!!!
I don’t know who you are, but this is getting a little ridiculous. I’ll continue the story when things have quietened down.
© 2004 & 2007 Jules Horne
1 Comments:
HELP!! Love it.
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