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Bobalo the Glorious Llama |
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Bobalo the Glorious Llama
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I wake up, my body swimming in the luscious orange silk bedding, my head sunken into a pillow to match. Opening my eyes I see cream tulle hanging from a marshmallow fluff cloud, engulfing me within it. Perplexed, I look for a way out and find it… twenty minutes later. I pull open the tulle to find acres of rolling, spring green hills filled with random, radiant flowers. Suddenly I am blinded by the luminous glow we call our sun, that is slowly rising to say hello.
As I go to place my foot down the ground appears to be missing. It is not. After hearing my body thud against the ground I stand to realize the spring green grass reaches my dizzy head. I was not happy or content as I looked around and saw nothing but the bed I awakened in, and do not recall, and heard nothing but my own thoughts racing through my head. I begin to strut forward when out of the blue an immense gnome, of my perfect standards, appears. He is about five times my size with a candy apple red, straight to the point, cone-head hat on, cheeks glowing and a curly head of white hair that went right to the tip of his beard. He was wearing what used to be white but now dirty brown, from stains, overalls. He said to me that his name was Howie and asked, “What about you?”
I simply replied with my name but that was not it. I asked a question ever so weird, “Howie… why are your pants so dirty?”, as if we had been the best of buddies for a great deal of time.
Howie slightly chuckled as if I should have known the answer and said, “Why the cows you silly little girl,” in an oh so giddy tone.
“COWS!”, I answered as if I had never even heard of them before. I thought quietly to myself as to what could go wrong now.
Howie offered to take me to see the majestic white and black beauties but I needed to pass the test, which was said in such a humorless tone. “Hit me with your best shot Howie,” I silently whispered to myself. The test was given to me on a silver platter by a wee little, hot pink fairy whom glistened in the sunlight that was now directly above us. With one glance of the test I knew that trouble was up around the corner.
The test was the toughest test I have ever taken and did not pass. There were words like red and blue but they were colored pink and purple. I merely had to say the word and not the color I saw but my scrambled brain could not comprehend. I said blue for yellow and green for orange but never once did I say red for red or purple for purple. I began to bawl, creating my own puddle of horror and pain. “I JUST WANT TO SEE THE COWS,” I screamed up at Howie. He just pointed and laughed.
A llama ran up behind me and flung me onto his back. While running beneath Howie’s massive body he yelled, “Hi! I am Bobalo.”
I stuttered to get my name out and shortly later I did. I then followed by saying, “Howie would not let me see the cows because I could not pass the ridiculous test he had concocted,” while sobbing and my chest heaving up and down.
Bobalo replied with the following in an awfully caring tone, “That is too bad he is the one you met first. He is just bitter because he had yet to see the cows he yearns the see ever so badly. I have an idea though… why don’t I take you to the Cow Barnyard?”
We entered the deep red barnyard to find round, fat cows with black blotches all over their silky white coats. “Would you care to ride one?”, Bobalo asked me. I replied with a yes while I bounced up and down without even realizing it. So, as the temperature dropped I rode Jillian, a fat dairy cow, into the tropical sunset of my greatest desires.
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| On July 16th 2007 Aaquaian Said : | |
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It is very imaginative. I couldn't stop reading it for some... very... odd reason. Nicely done, lol. |
| On June 20th 2007 hurdlestar Said : | |
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based off of a journal for english, imaginative story of some of my greatest desires!! |


