Chapter one.
It was an early morning.. A young lad named John was walking down the empty streets, in Kensington. It. He was a student, in the very early seventies, atempting to become an electrician, and maybe get his own store someday.. He was actually thinking about that whilst this was written, and smiled at the thought.. He was walking around in his own little Deaky world, thinking about Parralelconections and other fun stuff, wich caused him not to notice the streetlamp in front of him.. The result? A big headache, and a dirty sweater.. He literally bit the dust.
”Watch were you´re going you big bully!!, wait til my mumma hears about this, then- then,.then….!!!”
He becaem quiet, knowing how silly that had soundet. He looked up, begging hat it was´nt a scinhead.. He smiled when he saw what it was.
”Alright, then I´ll spear your life for this time.. But make sure it does´nt happen again!”
He pulled himsef up from the dirty ground, leaning against the cold metal for a while. He was dizzy as hell, and for a few seconds, he could´nt remember what his name was.
”Stupid idiots, placing streetlight of metal right here where I´m supposed to walk! When I become the best electrician in the world, I swear I´ll invent a streetlight made of rubber! Then all the alcoholics, and daydreamers will make me their king!”
He shok his head and started walking again.
Chapter 2.
Somehow John managed to get to baker´s shop, bying himself a donut, and then go home, without any other acidents.
”Wow, that was sure SOMETHING!” John thought, whilst watching this mornings episdode of Tom and Jerry. The Donut, he had eaten in one mouthfull, on his way home.
He went to his bedroom to find some clothes, and then go to school.
”I wanna be sexy today… Ah here we go!”
He found his new pair of jeans, and his good old hawai shirt. He brushed his hair, wich was a pleasure today, since he had used conditioner in his hair for a change. He turned around looking at himself, and specialy his ass.
”Still stight, huh?” He said, throwing one hell of a charming smile after himself.
”Oh yes it is.. But dont worry. You can get medication to ease constipation these days.. Modern time´s rocks, huh?” Said a rhaspy voice behind him.
Johns sexy smile fadet.. He was about to get VERY tired of his roommate, Eliot. He always walked in om him doing private stuff.
”Very funny, now if you dont mind, I have (unlike certain other peoples) an aducation to take care of..!”
And with those words, John graped his baseballcap, and left the flat, with a very insulted expresion on his face..
That was confusing. I know I'm the author of one of the many stupid Queen stories, but I'm not like that anymore and all these stories are getting old.
<font color=>LadyMercury wrote: That was confusing. I know I'm the author of one of the many stupid Queen stories, but I'm not like that anymore and all these stories are getting old.