The Tales of Ghostana - The Creature of Immense Power (Starring Denny)

The boat was driven by farmers toward the girl who had bolemia. The girl sank into an abyss where she screamed and landed with a thud but beknownst to the sailors, the ship was headed into a red and white crevice as well. Plus, a bird which sang a beautiful song for all to hear got swallowed by a crocodile. After this incident, the crocodile was unable to attack anyone, but the ship still fled it's teeth.

NOTE: the crocodile is not an 'it'...it...I mean, 'he'...is a 'he' crocodile.

So the ship dropped anchor and fell sideways because the anchor was too heavy. The ship was half saved, but the crew members were dumped into the water, and soon fell down the abyss to join the bolemic girl. Soon they learned the ways of the bolemic girl - eating stones and dirt, then puking them up - so they could trick their stomachs into thinking they were full and survive until someone rescued them.

NOTE: This trick was used by Tinkywinky when he was stranded in the Calamari desert.

Meanwhile, there was one survivor from the ship, a man (or chicken, I don't really know), who was sleeping in the galley when he wasn't supposed to, so when the boat tipped sideways, he was flung against the side of the ship, woken up and didn't fly out into the water. Too bad, it would have been interesting to see if he WAS a chicken or not!
Ahem. Anyway, the rule breaker was rewarded in this circumstance, which is usually the way it goes. That's right kids - BREAK THE RULES AND YOU WILL BE REWARDED! EVERYBODY SCREEEEEEAM! AHHHH!!!!

Uh...continuing on...

So the chicken-man (who was extremely brave, mind you), managed to escape the tipsy boat (it must have drank too much), and climb onto the shore. There, he stood nonchalantly (too big a word for you?), with his:

A: Hands B: Flippers C: Claws D: Wings or E: Jar of Almonds, in his pockets. (For a visual reference, look below)

Oh ya, I forgot...his name is Denny. But his name may not matter soon when the crocodile bites off his rabbit tail! He caused a whole crew of shipmates to fall into an abyss, so biting off a tail should be no problem! So, as Denny stood with his (A: Hands B: Flippers C: Claws D: Wings E: cloved garlic) in his pockets, completely cluesless and ignorant of his surroundings, the crocodile made his move. Slowly, it...I mean his mouth opened wide, and a row of glittering teeth revealed themselves (the poor crocodile lost his top row from cavities). With his mouth wide open, each half-second that passed was suspenseful and agonizing for the reader and all witnesses at the scene (how do you think I am telling you this story?). Yes, it was pure agony for me, just watching poor Denny about to be eaten. I almost cried...almost.

So, as I was saying, the crocodile - named Wisconsin (don't ask me how I know that, I just know) - reared up for a final blow, with his horns dancing menacingly behind Denny, as Denny stood there clueless. Soon, intense seconds turned into painstaking minutes as the creature readied himself for the kill. Then, painstaking minutes turned into heart-attack-at-any-second hours, and the creature with the yellow sombraro and buck teeth, made his move. I braced myself, and closed my eyes, unable to watch the horrific scene (yet somehow I know exactly what happened). The following event happened exactly like this:

He farted. Unable to explain what had just happened, I realized exactly what just occured - after swallowing the bird, the crocodile could no longer attack anyone - remember?!? So, Denny got to stand there happily for the rest of his days, while his crewmates in the Abyss ended up dying, and I, the random narrator, got to write another random story. Yay!

Stay tuned for next time...

Kreshmir's Note: Sorry that the pictures are hard to see...the originals were very light and did not scan well!

Introducing, The Tales of Ghostana!

Howdy folks, it's Krazy Kreshmir talkin'!
Sadly, my writer's craft class has been finished for a while now, and my blog has lain untouched ever since. However, for the next little while my Kastle may get pretty Krazy with a capital 'K'! I am extremely excited to introduce to my readers (if there are any), the Tales of Ghostana! These are a series of ridiculous short stories (believe me, they are quite crazy) that I started writing in chemistry class. I changed my chemistry course to economics (which was a wise choice), but there was a time lag in between the switch, which is when I began writing the Tales of Ghostana.
I had no characters, subjects or ideas ready to write about when I picked up my pencil in class, but before I knew it, I was busy scribbling down the first ideas that came to my complex mind, which of course was utter nonsense. The main character emerged through the nonsense, and Denny (half man-half chicken, who is very brave mind you), has appeared in all five issues to date. Ghostana doesn't appear until issue #2, when I realized I had to include him because of the title of the series...
Anyway, due to positive feedback and popular demand (from one or two people), the Tales of Ghostana are now going to rock my blog, and turn Kreshmir's Kastle into one Krazy place!!
I hope you like random, stupid comedy!
P.S. All stories are in their original forms, which may explain any awkward sentences.
P.S.S. If you have an eating disorder, you may find The Tales of Ghostana slightly offensive. My 'pologies!

To a Blind Person...

It is as beautiful as a child's innocence.
It is as calming as a lullaby.
It is as gentle as the sound of waves brushing against a shore; as delicate as the snowflakes that fall from heaven on Christmas morn.
If it had a flavour, it would surely taste as sweet as the juice from a ripened peach.
If it had a scent, it would smell like a lavender flower - known for it's soothing qualities.
And if it could be touched, it would be like wearing a blanket that just came out of a dryer; so warm and comforting... Ahhh....

It is beautiful, I think you would agree,
Almost perfect, at least to me.
But to you, a person without sight,
All that is visible, is the piercing light.

I hope my descriptions did it justice and gave you eyes for a moment or two.

It, of course, is a sunset.

What did you imagine it to be?

Ageing

I simply can not wait until I am 85 years of age! Why, I will have so many adventures with hours of free time, as I will no longer be employed. Plus, I will have saved up a lot of money from my pension, which I will then spend at Tim Hortons.

As a seventeen-year-old today, I am always envious of the elders that I recognize at Tim Hortons every time that I am there. They know the cashiers behind the counter like they were family; it must be nice not having to repeat your order anymore.

Yes, that would be the life: going to Tim Hortons and seeing the same people eight days a week (which is not enough to show I care [about them]), spending money on the same food everday, having many adventures while burning all of that free time…

Then again, all that time at Tim Hortons would soon make my stomach festively plump, quickly dissolve the money in my bank account and become extremely boring.
Seeing the same people everyday for God-only-knows-how-long would soon become disinteresting. Before long, my elderly group of friends and I would run out of stories about our childhood and we would have nothing to talk about, other than the pain we will likely be experiencing from our poor health. Complaining is certainly no way to have fun. Plus, my 85 year old body will probably make sure I have little, or no adventures, other than my daily walk to Tim Hortons.

So on second thought, being seventeen is not so bad; I hope the age of 85 comes very, very slowly!

The Future

Out of Bounds
Money
Technology
Challenge

First
Fame
Money

Mars

A Little Bit About...

Daniel
Loyal, honest, quiet, yet loud
Sibling of Alexander (the Not so Great)
Lover of the Montreal Canadiens
Who fears heights
Who needs glasses to see and Sunday nights free
Who gives his opinion (which is always correct mind you!)
Who would like to see an NHL team come to Hamilton
Resident of the "True North Strong and Free"
Cuberovic

There Is A Reason!

Though there is no definite explanation of how the universe was created, there is a reason - in fact, many reasons - of why my wonderful self is who he is. Specifically, the current Krazy Kreshimir has decided to come back to high school and do a victory lap for a reason! In backwards order, I will reflect on how I came to my future-changing decision.

10. Making final decision to come back for 'grade 13'
9. Jealousy of some of my friends currently in 'grade 13' who have the extra power of being 18 years of age
8. Though I don't think I am going into math, my math mark was pathetic enough that I finally decided I wanted to upgrade it
7. Finding a few classes that I need to upgrade my mark in
6. Realizing that possible courses I may take in university required me to take certain classes that I had not already taken
5. Some peer pressure - realizing I would not be alone next year, because I have a lot of grade 11 friends
4. Other high school courses that I wanted to take but I had not
3. Still have no job and should work to make money for university
2. Uneasy feeling - feeling not ready for university
1. Parents and friends reassuring me that I should 'take my time' and I should not do something I was uncomfortable with

Now you know!