ledukester

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Syotos
Chapter one
"Steve. Yo, Stevey, wake up dude." I heard a voice said as I woke up. My eyes had to adjust for the unwelcomed sun shining brightly throught the windows. When I looked up to put a face to the previously disembodied voice, I saw it was Mike. I had known him since  2nd grade, all the way till now at the age of 38.
"Dude, Steve, get ahold of yourself," he said in his thick british accent. "It's been 7 years. You've got to get over it man. Get out, get a job, do something."
As soon as he said 7 years, it gave me a flashback.
"Daddy, daddy, you're home!" my little girl Emilie said, running up to me with a big hug to follow. I picked her up and hugged her properly. While still carrying Emilie, I went up to my wife and kissed her. I had just gotten back from a recent deployment to some sh.thole in the middle-east. I was glad to be home. Then, two weeks later, I came home from getting groceries for my then pregnant wife. When I arrived, there was a thick web of yellow crime scene tape surrounding my house. A police officer came up to me and asked,
"Who are you sir?"
"Steve. Steve Whitticker. I live here. Whats going on?" i asked, fearing the worst. a lump slid down my throat as i tried to hold myself together.
"May I ask where you were, Steve?"
"The gorcery store, you can even check my car. now where is my wife and kids?"
"I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news, sir, but.. your wife and daughter were killed."
"Daughter and son," I croaked. "My wife was 6 weeks pregnant."

And all of that brings me to where i am today. a man, so distraught by his own wife and kids' deaths, that still, seven years later he cant even stop crying himself to sleep at night. A man who was once a highly respected military officer is now the bum who sits in his empty house and gets drunk before 10 am every day. To hide the pain, the emotions, all of the feelings broiling inside, the hate, the sorrow, everything.

The thoughts and emotions were compounded by the fact that the killer was never truly found. With no fingerprints, bullets, or many wittnesses, the cops couldn't do much. Only one man was brought into court but was sooon deemed to be innocent by new information. everyone seemed to have an alibi.

"STEVE! SNAP OUT OF IT!" Mike yelled. I had drifted of into a haze consisting of flashbacks, thoughts, and emotions. I often did this. I was taken to a counselour and even that didn't seem to do anything for it. I would still drift off with no warning and would have to be woken out of it.

"Sorry Mike. Drifted off."
"Yeah, I know. God man, I hate seeing you like this. What do you say man, lets go out today. And NO booze, either."
"fine, nothing could make this worse," I griped and got up to clean myself up, something i hadnt done in a while.

*"Friend" tells my crush that i like her while ywe are all in world history*
*Beats face in*

I loved Paul, the three eyed monkey that used to be at the end of every show on Nick. Due to this and the fact that I am very bored, I would like to convey the wonderful and interesting story of Paul.

When Paul was first born, he was different. His mother and siblings could all clearly tell he wasn't an ordinary ape. But it wasn't until the little monkey first opened his eyes that they truly noticed. Paul had three eyes. As he grew, his siblings and every other monkey picked on him. Paul became so depressed that he ran away from home. He spent many countless nights in the cold as he ran through the jungle. The rainforest was hard on him, and he found himself not eating some days, and on many occasions not drinking, either. But eventually Paul found himself on a luxurious beach with white sand and crystal clear waters. There was a lot to eat and drink here, so there he stayed. Two months rolled by and on one morning, Paul was woken up by a big horn blasting. He didn't like this rude awakening, and decided to go investigate what had woken him up. He walked to the other end of the beach, a side where he had never been before. there he found a large white object floating in the water. We know this as a cruise ship. He climbed aboard unnoticed, and began to further investigate this mysterious vessel. He got lost on the bowels of the ship, and before he knew it the ship was taking off. You see, this was only a supply stop for the ship as there was a city a few miles north. He became a castaway on the ship, and found there were creatures he had never seen before. So he explored during the night, as he had the feeling that these creatures could be dangerous. Through the many weeks he spent aboard the ship, he learned the creatures language. They refer to it as "English". It was very different from ape-speak, and he wasn't very good at it. But nevertheless, he kept studying the language anyways to pass time. The next time the boat stopped was in a country the creatures called America. It was California, to be exact. Paul snuck off of the ship that night and stole his way through the streets unnoticed. He did this for many days, traveling many miles where he eventually reached a place called "Hollywood". For some reason, this city stuck out to Paul. He liked it very much, and felt as though he was safe. He disguised himself as a hairy homeless man and slept in alleys and ate from dumpsters. But one day, Paul forgot to put on his disguise. He walked his way to his favorite alley which held his favorite dumpster. This alley, unbeknownst to him, was behind the headquarters of Nickelodeon. As he was eating, a man came out to throw away the trash. This man was Drake Bell. Keep in mind Drake wasn't famous yet. He saw the monkey and thought somebody let their pet loose. He didn't notice the third eye, as Paul usually kept it closed. Drake picked up his new furry friend and took him inside. When Drake's boss saw it, he immediately took it to the CEO of Nick. At first, the CEO said to give it to the zoo. But all of the changed when Paul looked up and had his third eye open. He saw it as a way to make money. Money was a new word for Paul. So he spoke up and asked "What does money mean?". The CEO nearly did a backflip. He said that at the end of nearly every Nick show, they would have a clip of Paul and would make millions. When the CEO asked who found the monkey, Drake's boss quivered. He was a terrible liar, and had to tell the truth. Drake was immediately given a last minute position in a show called "Amanda's show". This made Drake famous, and got him another big gig in a show called "Drake and Josh" where he and his close co-star made everyone laugh. Paul even inspired the episode about the orangutan. But alas, Paul died of old age. This hit Drake so hard, he quit the show. He was so depressed he couldn't bring himself to ever star in a show again, until the Drake and Josh Christmas special. But Drake even hated that, and he still sits home alone, depressed.

This is the story of Paul, the wonderful three-eyed monkey that was loved dearly by Nick stars and viewers alike. Please share this tear-wrenching story about Paul. But make sure you give credit to me, Ledukester, the original story teller/writer. Thank you all, and goodbye.

Sometimes the world is really screwed up. you ruin lives, you hurt people. but sometimes it isn't because you meant or wanted to, it's because somone else made you. Things that make F'd up things even worse are the fact that a more evil force is behind it, and it makes an innocent person a bad person.

Again


Sometimes, people go through the hardest times in life a little too early. Like death. Death changes you. Makes you hostile, not want to see a single person for days on end. Most of the time, usually unknown to most, people look for an escape. I was the idiot who chose the bottle. Ever since an early age i had experiences with death. First my grandparents in an accident. Then my father to cancer. My sister died next to overdosing on drugs. My brother had died in a gang fight. Eventually my mom died of aging. You think you would get used to death when it happens so frequently. I didnt. I became hard. No kindness or compassion, no emotions even. Sarah changed that. I'm not sure what she saw in me, but she made me human again. When she died, it crushed me. Not only that, they had killed my daughter. Emily was just an innocent child, JUST experiencing the world. they had no reason to take them, but they did anyways. the murdered them in cold blood. That day I looked in the mirror. I was still Steve, but i could tell. i saw it in my eyes. i went cold again. For the next few years I sat in my own sorrowness and drank. I would drink the day away. I didnt see sunlight for at least a month. I shut everyone out. Again. Again the process started. I fell down a deep black pit, never to come up again. Until today.

Hello guys, i continued my story. I changed it a bit, and kind of back tracked, but i felt all of those were needed. I really enjoy thinking this story out. I even include real life experiences soooo yeah. hope you enjoyed? anyways, just remember dolphins sneeze out eaten cats aaaaand im out.