Chris Month Day 6
Feb. 6th, 2008 04:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
turpsIt's Chris ficlet time. Just a bit of silliness today.
Once Upon a time, in a land far far away Orlando, lived a young man.
Chris, for that was his name, had struck out to gain fame and fortune in the foreign land ruled by the mighty mouse. Arriving on a faithful donkey greyhound bus, he immediately gained employment in a variety of ways. He sang, he cleaned, he did anything for some coin.
Eventually though, Chris achieved his biggest dream. He surrounded himself withjailbait a fine vocal harmony group.
They sang and danced, and were really quite jolly and gay. Sadly, at times Chris was sad. For he had no sweetie of his own.
Then one day, when he was alone,he heard a bubble. Looking around, he saw a most wondrous sight! Lamp! All bubbly and warm! Chris was overjoyed! He had a love of his own.
They became special friends.
And indeed, often thought it could be love.
Then one fine day, young Chris realised that his heart was divided. For as much as he loved Lamp, he was beginning to love others more.
This did not please Lamp at all.
Indeed. Lamp began to bubble with rage! For is he could not have Chris, no one would!
Realising the murderous intent of his love, Chris began to flee! He skated very fast! But Lamp was just behind!
Chris was scared.
Then suddenly! His new loves were there!
For minutes, Lamp dodged the thrown balls, and the bat that Lance wielded with savage glee. Then CRASH! He fell to the ground, his glass cracked, bubbles flattening, becoming no more. He looked up at Chris, said ‘I loved you’ Then died.
Chris cried. For he was a sensitive kind of guy.
Though fear not, for Chris was resilient, and had four very special friends, who were skilled in the art of distraction. In which distraction means they had lots of sex, and this is where this story ends.
For that, my dear reader, is the tale of Chris and his Lamp.
Once Upon a time, in
Chris, for that was his name, had struck out to gain fame and fortune in the foreign land ruled by the mighty mouse. Arriving on a
Eventually though, Chris achieved his biggest dream. He surrounded himself with
They sang and danced, and were really quite jolly and gay. Sadly, at times Chris was sad. For he had no sweetie of his own.
Then one day, when he was alone,he heard a bubble. Looking around, he saw a most wondrous sight! Lamp! All bubbly and warm! Chris was overjoyed! He had a love of his own.
They became special friends.
And indeed, often thought it could be love.
Then one fine day, young Chris realised that his heart was divided. For as much as he loved Lamp, he was beginning to love others more.
This did not please Lamp at all.
Indeed. Lamp began to bubble with rage! For is he could not have Chris, no one would!
Realising the murderous intent of his love, Chris began to flee! He skated very fast! But Lamp was just behind!
Chris was scared.
Then suddenly! His new loves were there!
For minutes, Lamp dodged the thrown balls, and the bat that Lance wielded with savage glee. Then CRASH! He fell to the ground, his glass cracked, bubbles flattening, becoming no more. He looked up at Chris, said ‘I loved you’ Then died.
Chris cried. For he was a sensitive kind of guy.
Though fear not, for Chris was resilient, and had four very special friends, who were skilled in the art of distraction. In which distraction means they had lots of sex, and this is where this story ends.
For that, my dear reader, is the tale of Chris and his Lamp.
