Ether: Hey Matt
Matt: hey doin hw. magicalrealsim??
Ether: What were the directions for the project?
Matt: the magical realism one?
Matt: uh, well since Mr. Knoll is stupid, the directions were: Write a Magical realism sotry about something that happened to you, and if you cant think of anything then, uh, make something up
Matt: that's mr. knoll for ya
Ether: What the heck is wrong with him?
Matt: I dont know.
Ether: You've seen a flying dog before right? :)
Matt: unfortuneately, no :)
Ether: One day I was coming to school, and a retarded friend of mine showed me this poem he wrote (insert Duck: Word of the day here) The poem didn't make any sense, I told him. All of a sudden, ducks were everywhere in the halls. One of them looked at me and said "The Bruins suck!" I kicked the insolent duck and in flew down the hall, and hit Mrs Hodgkins. She turned into a pig, and all the ducks ran away...
Ether: I gotta lay off the acid, I thought to myself. I blinked several times. I realized I hadn't kick a duck, but my friend Steve in the foot. He looked down at me and said something dumb, I looked up, and realized that his neck was getting longer. It went through the ceiling, and a cloud of asbestos filled the hallway. I ducked away then opened my eyes, only to realize I was in the Serengeti Plains! There was a giraffe, who looked mean, and a gorilla.
Ether: The giraffe and gorilla both turned at me. I quickly turned and ran.away. I ran until I hit something. I fell backwards onto the ground. When I opened my eyes, I was looking up at a satellite dish. What was I doing in the courtyard? I decided I needed a drink. I went into the home ec. room to buy a soda. It cost a buck, the lousy duck. When I was back in the hallway, I looked at the soda. It was laughing at me.
Ether: What do you think of the story?
Matt: its awesome
Matt: but I DONT THINK ITS WHAT MR. KNOLL IS LOOKING FOR
Matt: oops sorry bout the caps
Ether: I thought you were mad for a minute.
Ether: "Why are you laughing at me little Coke can?" I asked. It smiled back, "I have come to eat your world"
Ether: Why is this not acceptable by Mr. Knoll
Matt: because he's an idiot
Ether: I don't know how to finish this. But I will and it'll probably end up on the website...
Matt: not that-magical realism is something else, not really fiction
Ether: Oh, Ok, but I still like my story.
Ether: I laughed at the coke can. I popped the top and took a drink, but spit it all out. I looked at the floor. It was covered it spagetti. But then it started to move! This isn't spagetti! It's white snakes covered in blood! They all twisted together into one large strand, then stood up and hissed at me.