Help TorterraOats Write a Story

[Alex]

Hello, TorterraOats here. I am inspired. Everyone post a noun, adjective, verb, and another word of your choice here. I will use them to write a 1,000-2,500 word story. It will be epic, and those people who help will get some acknowledgements. :3

I want at least 5 people. I may not use some of your words, but I have to use at least one. So, go!

[Yokailo]

Apple.
Exciting.
To meow.
Extraterrestial.

^^

[anerisgreat]

Cheese, dungeon, toilet-paper, went, flew, slayed, rewrote, carved, smelly, corny, humongous, mindboggling, boggle, liberty, life, meaning, knife, M-16, Doritos.

[Joeknowsjello]

jello, flagrant, crawl, and pewter

[Alex]

Gosh, I only need 4 words. Not 500! Narrow it down, Aner! lol

[kovac]

Cat
Scissors
Cannabis
lol

good luck

[anerisgreat]

Slayed, rewrote, life, knife.

[RabbitWho]

period, smelly, hacked, gradually

[Alex]

Okay, if you guys want to be acknowledged, PM me your first and last names, and also if you would like to have your username in it.

[Rob]

face, hairy, to punch, indubitably

[Alex]

This is all I needed. I don't need any more words. Time to write!

[Alex]

Story is complete, but it will be in my upcoming book, and to read the full story you must read it.

Here is the preview.

Sunday morning, nine o’clock. I’m late. My alarm was set for nine, not eight. This is indubitably the worst day to be late. I have to meet my daughter, Tiffany, at the state fair to participate in the parent-child apple dunking competition. The competition will begin at ten o’clock, one hour from now, and the fair opened at eight. She was going directly from her friend’s house, after sleeping over the night before.
After taking a shower, I put on my clothes and got in the car for a quick breakfast. I should stop at the local McDonald’s. Maybe Burger King. No time to decide, though. I must find the nearest one and get breakfast before Tiffany roasts me alive. As I drove and listened to the classical music station, I saw a Wendy’s. Good enough. I went through the drive through and got a burger and milkshake. A very bad breakfast, but I was in a rush.
I looked at the clock. Nine forty. I was in trouble. I sped up a little, trying to get there before Tiffany ended the world. She was eleven, so she expected a lot more than I could give. I sped up more. She would be so angry if I missed this. I sped up even more. The speed limit was thirty. I looked at the speedometer. I was going seventy. Before I could react to the situation, I heard the dreaded sirens.
I pulled over, mourning my soon-to-come doom at the hands of Tiffany Belter. I went to punch to steering wheel, but the cop was coming closer. My anger was flagrant, because when I rolled down the window, the cop said, “Have you been drinking this morning?”
“No, I am just late for something with my daughter.”
“License and registration please.”
I pushed the button on the glove compartment, and shoveled out my registration. I got out my wallet and got my license. I handed them to him.
“Okay, but you were going seventy in a thirty zone.”
“I know.”
“I’ll have to give you a ticket.”
He walked back to his car, and the surreal happened. I heard a gunshot, and instantly ducked. After a few seconds, I looked back at the cop car. I saw the cop dead on the ground, slayed by a bank robber. I didn’t know what to think! But then the even more surreal happened. The bank robber got in my car.
“Go now, or I kill you too.”
“Oh god oh god, okay, I will.”
I started to drive, and the gun was pressed to my head. Tiffany left my mind. It was either drive or die. I had no idea what to do. The cop took my license. I had no proof.
“Drive to148 Whistek Drive. When we get there, I’ll deal with you.”
I had no idea what to think of this. This froze me to the core. I couldn’t move. My foot was glued to the gas pedal. I couldn’t do anything.
“What are you doing?! Stop or I’ll shoot!”
I couldn’t. My heart was beating faster than a hummingbird’s. I was about to die and I couldn’t do anything about it. Fear sucked the life out of me.
“I’m going to ki-“ We reached the intersection. The light was red. We slammed into the back of a minivan. I blacked out for a few minutes.
When I woke up, the cops were taking away the criminal, and the man driving the minivan in front of me was being questioned. I was on a stretcher, unhurt. The airbag saved my life, and the minivan driver was also untouched.
An interviewer came over to me. “What was it like having a criminal in your car and a gun pointed to your head?”
“Not pleasant. I was frozen to the core.”
Then a paramedic walked over. “This man is not in the condition to answer questions.”
“I am unhurt. My name is Jeff Belter, and I can answer your questions.”
“We need to do a few tests to see if you really are okay,” the paramedic replied.
The stretcher was put in the ambulance and I was taken to the hospital. It managed to look at my watch. Ten eighteen. This couldn’t be good.
When we arrived at the hospital, I was brought into the emergency room.
“Really, I am fine!”
“No, we HAVE to do tests. It isn’t because we are torturing you. It is part of the protocol,” the medic said.

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That is 750 words. There are a total of 1,677 words. The ending is the best.

That book will be 10 to 12 dollars, so it really won't be that expensive.

[Johncoyne]

The rest is awesome. I'll be buying this book.

[Alex]

Omg! Just to let you know, these books will most like be $10. I will make $4 off of each book, and I will probably donate it to charity.