Friday, February 11, 2011

The Last Time I Could Breathe

I sat on the couch in the dark, as I ate popcorn while watching a scary movie. The lead man stood behind a door, as the alien creeped down the hallway. It didn't show the alien, but I kept my pillow close by just in case. The lead man began comtemplating whether or not to call the police, as he woke up the rest of the household. I thought to myself, "Oh no, good guys never win, the aliens are going to suck his brains out."

the lead guy loaded a gun to keep by his bedside, even though everyone knows you can't shoot an alien. "Ah men, thinking that shooting everythingwill solve all of their problems," I laughed. The alien returned, and without knowing, its' face flashed across the screen. I jumped, spilling the bowl of popcorn as I grabbed for my pillow and cowarded behind it. "Oh great, now I'm deffinately going to have nightmares!"

Because of the lead guy's physical prowess, the stupid idiot went looking for it. There was no logical bone in this guy's body! Everyone knows what happens when you go looking for aliens, you get abducted, or something bad happens.

The lead man began questioning his spirituality, as he continued his search, but he turned up empty handed. "Uh, this movie is so cliche'-aaaaayyyy!" I began to scream as the alien poped out of nowhere. I jumped off the couch, and ran into my bedroom and locked the door, still screaming. I finally got the courage to go back to the living room. By that time, the lead guy had saved the day, and the military had showed up and took care of everything, and everyone lives happily ever after, the end.

I turned off the T.V., and threw the remote onto the couch. "That movie wasn't very creative or oringinal, yet I'm still scared," I laughed to myself as the doorbell rang, "I wonder who that can be?" I opened the door as my intellectual thoughts told me not to, and to my surprise... that's the last time I could breathe...

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