So i suppose now that I have a Wattpad accont I should upload a story. I shall upload a story when I feel like it. In the meantime, here's a peiece of writing I made a year ago, and am adding to. It's two voices communicating to each other, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Enjoy!
“Pony.”
“Color?”
“White with pink spots.”
“Food?”
“Horse meat.”
“No! It eats . . .”
“Yes it does.”
“No, I mean what does it eat?”
“Hay”
“Hey what”
“You tell me”
“Well you said hey so I said . . . wait a minute, you mean hay, don’t you?”
“Yes”
“Oh. Shape?”
“Really, dude! It looks like a pony!”
“Oh”
“Yah”
“Okay, name?”
“Stupid”
“Hey, I’m not that dumb!”
“Don’t call me Hay!”
“I didn’t call you, wait a minute.”
“It’s funny, if you mess up, you look stupid, and if I mess up, you still look stupid.”
“I hate to admit it, but you got a point there.”
“See, you are the one looking stupid.”
“You already said that. “
“I know.”
“So?”
“So what?”
“I don’t know.”
“Okay, back to business.”
“But we’re kids!”
“So?”
“So, kids don’t own a business.”
“My mom’s friend doesn’t own a business, her boss does.”
“Oh. Okay.”
“Now, get the facts straight.”
“About what?”
“The thing we were talking about!”
“Oh yeah. So, a pony that is white with pink spots that eats hay named Stupid.”
“Correct.”
“We should do something else.”
“Okay, how about I quiz you on you!”
“But that is private info’mation!”
“So?”
“Fine. Me.”
“Color?”
“The color of skin”
“Food?”
“Candy when nobody is looking, brussel sprouts when they are.”
“I’m sorry to interrupt, but what kind of diet is that?”
“Well, that isn’t all I eat, but my main courses are very similar to that.”
“Excuse me?”
“You know, brussel sprouts for dinner, candy for lunch, and a mix for breakfast.”
“What ev’, weirdo”
"Yeah!"
"Glad you're happy. so Stupid is trotting along when...um...what's your name?"
"You have yet to name me."
"Okay, I name you Redvines Toaster. Roasty for short."
"Thanks."
"What are you anyway?"
"Well, currently I am a figment of your imagination trying to annoy you by being anoying and using circular reasoning. I am also currently veiwing a pony named Stupid."
"'Kay then. wait then who am I?"
"You are a figment of my imagination, and I shall name you Sqidward Sushi Sushi. Squishy for short."
"So if we are both figmants of each other's imagination, none of this is real?"
"Must I quote Proffesor Dumbledore?"
"You must"
"Darn I forgot the quote. But it goes something like,'Oh this is all in your head but that doesn't mean it's not real."
"So how in my head in your head in my head in your head physically possible?"
"DUHH! It's not."
"Oookkkaaayyy..."
"Good. I'm glad we understand each other."
"How do you know all this stuff anyways?"
"I don't."
"Well that's just dandy."
"Really?"
"No"
"Oh."
"If we're figments of each other's imagination, why are we talking to each other?"
"Because, my dear sqishy, there is nobody else to talk to."
"No, I mean, couldn't we just think to each other."
"I don't know."
"Let's try"
Squishy? Sqidward Sushi Sushi?
I can hear you!
Yay
So, a pony named Stupid trotted up to Roasty
and said that Rosty was a popsicle.
Roasty believd Stupid and ran inside his mansion
and locked himseld in the freezer.
Wow, dude, you like to make sad ending for yourself.
It's the second sentence of the story, Squishy, not the end, so just chill.
Fine. So in the freezer Roasty found a
generator and turned up the heat.
Soon, the freezer resembled more of a sauna
and Roasty knocked himself out intentionally for two hours.
When he came to
To what?
He just came to! You are a figment of my imagination, you should know this.
I do.
Good. So Roasty came to and
thanked Stupid for manipulating him and
they rode off into the sunset
for ten minutes before falling off a cliff. The End.
ZZZzzzzz...
Wow, you thinksnore Squishy. Oh well, goodnight!
