TheMonotonePuppet
A Puppet Colored by Medication
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Write something freakin random, or interpret the random stuff others write, ascribing meaning to it.
The only rule is that it needs to be expressive, but completely silent, except for a two-word exclamation of surprise right at the very end. Other than this, there can be no references to sound.
A man of black lines and filled-in white reclined in his strangely realistic brown sofa, reclining his circular head on a crooked line for an arm. He poked the buttons of a remote on his armrest, channel surfing, before he puffed up and deflated with a heavy furrow in his brow. Here represented by three wiggles between his eyes.
He sets down the remote with a hefty drop, before heading off to his kitchen.
The slouched stick figure halted in his doorway, eyebrows floating off his face in shock. His mouth grew rounder and rounder.
A big red ball of lightning was munching on his cereal!
Jagged red-and-white teeth grew out of the ball that floated in his homely kitchen, silently slicing through the cardboard like butter.
Then to top it off, burnt ash exited a hole appearing occasionally on the side opposite to the mouth.
His black eyes roamed over the lightly-stained wood floors, seeing piles of burnt ash all over the floor. Black strokes clasped against his white face as he painfully observed the putrid green smell lines rising all over.
He became wrath.
A furious squint became his expression, he firmed up, and marched over to the creature robbing him of his breakfast munchies. His mouth flapped open twice, and he looked up to the heavens in rage, before squinting back at the ball of lightning. His mouth expanded and shrunk wildly, and he gesticulated towards the ball, and then to the piles around the kitchen.
The ball turned...
And became a huge maw of red lightning expanding to his size. A bulge moved down his throat in nervousness.
It came down, throwing back a black rectangle into its gullet.
He looked at it numbly, parenthetical lines of disbelief surrounding his oval eyes. And then looked at his body.
One of his arms were missing!
He fainted.
And then woke up to blue tears spraying out of the red ball as it lay in another stick figure's embracing arms.
He shouted "What the-?!"
The only rule is that it needs to be expressive, but completely silent, except for a two-word exclamation of surprise right at the very end. Other than this, there can be no references to sound.
A man of black lines and filled-in white reclined in his strangely realistic brown sofa, reclining his circular head on a crooked line for an arm. He poked the buttons of a remote on his armrest, channel surfing, before he puffed up and deflated with a heavy furrow in his brow. Here represented by three wiggles between his eyes.
He sets down the remote with a hefty drop, before heading off to his kitchen.
The slouched stick figure halted in his doorway, eyebrows floating off his face in shock. His mouth grew rounder and rounder.
A big red ball of lightning was munching on his cereal!
Jagged red-and-white teeth grew out of the ball that floated in his homely kitchen, silently slicing through the cardboard like butter.
Then to top it off, burnt ash exited a hole appearing occasionally on the side opposite to the mouth.
His black eyes roamed over the lightly-stained wood floors, seeing piles of burnt ash all over the floor. Black strokes clasped against his white face as he painfully observed the putrid green smell lines rising all over.
He became wrath.
A furious squint became his expression, he firmed up, and marched over to the creature robbing him of his breakfast munchies. His mouth flapped open twice, and he looked up to the heavens in rage, before squinting back at the ball of lightning. His mouth expanded and shrunk wildly, and he gesticulated towards the ball, and then to the piles around the kitchen.
The ball turned...
And became a huge maw of red lightning expanding to his size. A bulge moved down his throat in nervousness.
It came down, throwing back a black rectangle into its gullet.
He looked at it numbly, parenthetical lines of disbelief surrounding his oval eyes. And then looked at his body.
One of his arms were missing!
He fainted.
And then woke up to blue tears spraying out of the red ball as it lay in another stick figure's embracing arms.
He shouted "What the-?!"
