THE PARTYS OGER

THE PARTYS OGER

  • WpView
    Reads 63
  • WpVote
    Votes 5
  • WpPart
    Parts 2
WpMetadataReadOngoing<5 mins
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Jul 28, 2015
Once upon a time the was a boy who lived in the forest called rolph. This boy loved shrek he even bought a Holliday house in the swamp so he could look for shrek. But one night he looks out of his bedroom window and and sees all the street lights are green as rolph examines the street close he sees big muddy footprints going down the road. Rolph took a nice sniff of the air to check the sent of this beast and to his astonishment it smelt of garlic and onions. Rolph sharply ran to his wardrobe and grabbed his green suit with his garlic lures and his magnifying glass. As rolph edges towards the window his dad bursts through the door shouting onions have layers, rolph carfuly looked at his dad, his dad's eyes where green and his skin was becoming shiny and green. Shrek had got to him before rolph. In jealousy rolph shouts out the magical reversing spell "fist me Dady". And almost suddenly he got brown eyes again and his skin started going back to normal. Rolph quickly jumps out the window
All Rights Reserved
#466
swamp
WpChevronRight
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • Disgrace
  • 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐈𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞
  • sightless
  • Shrek The Third: The Would Be King & I [Book 3]
  • Qirat Queen
  • The Mudblood
  • Mate. | Derek Hale
  • The Asylum Walker [DISCONTINUED]
  • She's The Alpha Queen
Disgrace

You were a Potter. You grew up with Harry, your twin brother, in the same dreadful situation. You had the same lightning bolt scar, but on your neck. And you had the same blood, or so you thought. When you entered Hogwarts and were sorted into Slytherin house, your world fell apart. You found out you weren't like your parents, and were a disgrace to your family name. Then a blonde haired boy, who had seemed to hate you for your half blood statues, helped you through the transition. "But you hate Half bloods." You sniffled. "Well apparently not all of them." You looked up at the warm smile he gave you and accepted his hand standing up. "Thank you Malfoy." "Anytime, Potter." WARNING! •if you skip sections you might get confused •this is just as much a Harry Potter fanfic as it is a Malfoy •you will see the Malfoy relations get more tense as the story goes, don't get anxious!

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines