Absurdity AscendantA Story by FreyadayWords fail
Previous Version This is a previous version of Absurdity Ascendant. So
I woke up. Not because it was that time of day or anything, but because a girl
landed on me. How she landed on me, given that I sleep in a bunk, beats me.
Beats me over the head with a girl, apparently. “Hi!”
Lady Mysterious cheerfully greeted me, before wrapping her arms around me. She
buried her face in my chest for a second, and then looked up at me with the
most serious expression I’ve ever seen. “Hang on. Things are gonna get weird.” “What” ~FZHOOT~ I
woke up. Again. “What.
Is. Going. On.” I looked left, and saw the periods in between my words. I was
proud I had placed so much emphasis on each word. Wait, what? Lady
Mystery looked left in the same manner I had, and noticed that I was calling
her Lady Mystery in my internal monologue. “Whoops! I’m sorry, I forgot to
introduce myself!” she rolled off of me, and sat up. I did so too. Minus the
rolling. “I’m Harold!” I looked up at the title, “Absurdity Ascendant.” Hoo
boy. It’s gonna get worse, isn’t it? “Yup!” “Harold,
quit looking at my internal monologue!” “But
it’s right there!” I
sighed. “I’m Karen.” I extended my hand. Harold grabbed it, and pulled me into
a hug. “Hi
Karen!” I
barely managed, what with my face pressed against her and all, to eke out,
“It’s gonna get worse, isn’t it?” Harold
chuckled. “You repeat that like it’s a bad thing.” “That
was the worst snowclone I have ever heard in my life.” “You’re
welcome!” I sighed at Harold’s response, and would have laid my head on the
keyboard if I were the one typing this. Harold stood up, dragging me along with
her. She ran off, hand still clenched on my arm. I followed her, preferring to
keep my shoulder in my socket. Trust me, it’s a lot more fun that way. And
then, explosions. I am not making this up. That Freyaday person is. Harold
and I get knocked off our feet, and separate as we roll down a hill. I can’t
hear, and my eyesight’s blurry, and I hate this sentence and wish it had never
been typed. I tried to stand up, but my
body told me no. I thought about looking right to see what was going to happen
next, but realized that would just lead to me looking at a description of me
looking at a description of me looking at a descript"ARGH! Instead, I cursed
the author of this thing. “Curse
you Freyaday!” see? Just like that. I don’t know why I pointed that out. © 2011 FreyadayAuthor's Note
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Added on December 15, 2011 Last Updated on December 15, 2011 Tags: absurd, absurdity, ascendant, absurdist, fourth, wal, fourth wall, no fourth wall, breaking the fourth wall, broken fourth wall, karen, harold |