A Collection of WTF (Well That's Fantastic) Stories and Comix
The man walked down strawberry lane Because he was feeling quite insane And then the bluebird sang, “Tweet tweet Diddle liddle. Tweet tweet Diddle liddle.” The boy ate a pie And then flew in the sky And then he sang, “Tweet tweet Diddle liddle. Tweet tweet Diddle liddle.” The man swung the bird all around…
The water engulfed me, as I leaped into the pool. The clear blue water rushing around me, currents racing across the pool, and beams of light showering down on me. Suddenly, my lungs started burning. All the water around me crushing me, squeezing the air out of my lungs, squashing the life out of me.…
**OK, so before you read this story, I want you to know I didn’t write this. My good friend Hazen {yes, the typo buster} wrote this and requested for me to post it here. So, here it is! {GOOD JOB HAZEN! THIS IS AWESOME}** Once there was a rich man who played guitar. One night…
You are a fire spitter, dream catcher, and ruler of the sky. A true work of nature, you fly so high and glide so far. Your hot fire engulfing everything, leaving a deep black char on the once brown ground. The scales that encapsulate you are as strong as stone, protecting you from the weapons…
The group of boxes were being loaded into the truck. I had half an hour, before we left. We were moving across the country, and I had to leave everyone I knew. And I had to leave Tim, my best friend. We were friends since first grade, and were almost inseparable, almost. The time had…
I can remember, A time when I was free, A time when I was relaxed. But nothing gold can stay. It left as quick As it came. Thinking about that time Brings me, Pain. But those memories, Deep down, Are also sweet. I can cry, From happiness And Sadness At the same time. I want…
She died, a peaceful death. The sky was a rich blue, with pure white clouds drifting upon it. A gentle breeze blew across the meadows, lightly stirring the green blades of grass. Nature’s music rang everywhere, creating a peace that no human could ever make. She walked away, slowly, and gracefully. The trees and sunlight…
He splashed The water On the fire. He brutally Murdered something Wonderful. But at the same time, He created something new. Before, The fire was Warming everything around it With its countless red arms. Afterwards, There weren’t any arms of red, But instead a gray, Gentler, Bunch of arms, Slowing moving up Into the deep…
If I cried, would you help me? Would you comfort me? Would you try and right all the wrongs? Would you look into my eyes and tell me everything is going to be alright? Would you do these things? Or would you leave me there to cry? If I cried, could I trust you? Would…
Fire, is a beautiful thing. It’s red arms and flickering ambiance. In some conditions, it can turn blue and other various colors, creating a display of the rainbow. It is one example of the beautiful art that nature supplies us with. Fire, is a powerful thing. It has fueled many ideas, and destroyed many homes.…