Post by NASH7777 on Oct 11, 2006 9:48:52 GMT -5
Ok our English assignment was to construct a pumpkin then write a story on it. Mine i took the body of the mario mushroom and made the head into a pumpkin with spots. I'll post a picture when I get the chance.
So something like this:
with a head more like this
It's so short because it could only be a little over 2 pages double spaced...not much for a story to me but I did what I could but had to start summarizing fast. Thank you warp whistle lol. I also purposely break the fourth wall in the story but that's all for the better.
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The Pumpkinshroom
By: Brock Nash
Advanced English 12
Hereupon we begin our tale of a misconstrued creature in a time shortly before the hiemal season. He was the one and only pumpkinshroom which I will now indite as PS. He and likely no other knew where he came from whether it be a freak science accident or the imagination of a 17-year-old doing his homework. But the time had come for PS to mature and wonder. Questions such as his purpose in life started to haunt poor PS. This is a story of his quest to find not only why he was different but also what his duty in life was.
PS had just taken off from mushroom kingdom. He did not belong there and never had. Ever since he could remember he had been ridiculed by the other magical mushrooms for being different. They called him cursed, vile, and useless. But was he really useless? Every other mushroom knew their use because of what their ancestors had done when consumed, but PS had no ancestors; likewise, there existed no other mushroom even remotely like him. Was this because he truly was not a full fledged mushroom? So PS continued out of the kingdom, gliding across the ground, and crying to himself. PS was heading to the only place he knew he could find answers, the beginning of the world. This was the only place he knew he could go and talk to the creator. The mushroom kingdom was in zone 3-2 which meant he had quite a ways to go to get to zone 1-1.
Leaving the mushroom kingdom already put him into zone 3-1 which also meant he lost the sanctity of the kingdom. Needless to say it did not matter to PS. He was determined to make it regardless of what would happen to him along the way. But troubles for PS had begun early on as headed straight into a pack of goombas! “Oh no!” he yelped. What was he to do? He could not jump in the air and stomp on them which was the usual method to get rid of them. He had to act fast before he was devoured as if a tasty pumpkin pie. That is when he had an idea. He could not jump, but he could glide. And glide up that hill he did. He fell six feet down onto their heads and repeated the process until they all were dead.
Regions of trials followed his trek, but he persevered through them all until he finally arrived at the beginning of area 1-1 and into the section known only as the beginning. There the creator met with PS and they began to converse. PS wanted to know what his purpose was, but the creator told him that it was not for him to know his purpose. He wanted to know what his power was, but that too the creator said was not for him to know. Finally he wanted to know where he came from, and that the creator responded to. The creator first told him he was an Easter egg put in the world. This more than confused poor PS. Was he now pumpkin, mushroom, and egg combined? The creator noticed his confusion and explained that an Easter egg is another name for a secret. PS came from the land of secrets and it was of no concern to him what his purpose was. Depressed, PS did not know what to say. The creator saw the look on PS’s face and began to speak. He told PS that even though it was not for him to know his purpose and why he was different, PS could rest assured that he did indeed have one. For PS to fulfill his purpose, the creator told PS that he would need to arrive at the end of the world. PS was so exhausted that such a long and arduous trek would not be possible for him; however, the creator went on. There existed in this land a secret item called a warp whistle that could take anyone wherever they wanted. In order for PS to receive one of these PS had to answer the creator’s riddle. The riddle went like this: There are two mushrooms sitting on a cliff. One of them is fat, and the other is skinny. The skinny mushroom is the son of the fat mushroom, but the fat mushroom is not the father of the skinny mushroom. How can this be?
PS pondered for quite some time, and just before giving up it hit him. The fat mushroom is the skinny mushroom’s mother. A simple solution that one commonly overlooks was the answer. The creator tossed PS the warp whistle. PS begin to spin and fly through the air finally arriving in a dark castle, the last level. Lava and fire laid around him in pits. Suddenly a man came and grabbed PS to devour. It was over. He had done his deed and given the man the power he needed to complete the final level. But what power did PS give to the man? Asking such a question means one has missed the point of the story. What PS’s power was did not matter. What mattered was that PS served his purpose in life regardless of being different. Although one may wonder what their purpose in life is, we come to realize that whatever it is truly does not matter as long as we serve our roll. Even the goombas served their roll to try and stop PS. We all have to play our parts to make up society.
So something like this:
with a head more like this
It's so short because it could only be a little over 2 pages double spaced...not much for a story to me but I did what I could but had to start summarizing fast. Thank you warp whistle lol. I also purposely break the fourth wall in the story but that's all for the better.
~~~~~~~~~
The Pumpkinshroom
By: Brock Nash
Advanced English 12
Hereupon we begin our tale of a misconstrued creature in a time shortly before the hiemal season. He was the one and only pumpkinshroom which I will now indite as PS. He and likely no other knew where he came from whether it be a freak science accident or the imagination of a 17-year-old doing his homework. But the time had come for PS to mature and wonder. Questions such as his purpose in life started to haunt poor PS. This is a story of his quest to find not only why he was different but also what his duty in life was.
PS had just taken off from mushroom kingdom. He did not belong there and never had. Ever since he could remember he had been ridiculed by the other magical mushrooms for being different. They called him cursed, vile, and useless. But was he really useless? Every other mushroom knew their use because of what their ancestors had done when consumed, but PS had no ancestors; likewise, there existed no other mushroom even remotely like him. Was this because he truly was not a full fledged mushroom? So PS continued out of the kingdom, gliding across the ground, and crying to himself. PS was heading to the only place he knew he could find answers, the beginning of the world. This was the only place he knew he could go and talk to the creator. The mushroom kingdom was in zone 3-2 which meant he had quite a ways to go to get to zone 1-1.
Leaving the mushroom kingdom already put him into zone 3-1 which also meant he lost the sanctity of the kingdom. Needless to say it did not matter to PS. He was determined to make it regardless of what would happen to him along the way. But troubles for PS had begun early on as headed straight into a pack of goombas! “Oh no!” he yelped. What was he to do? He could not jump in the air and stomp on them which was the usual method to get rid of them. He had to act fast before he was devoured as if a tasty pumpkin pie. That is when he had an idea. He could not jump, but he could glide. And glide up that hill he did. He fell six feet down onto their heads and repeated the process until they all were dead.
Regions of trials followed his trek, but he persevered through them all until he finally arrived at the beginning of area 1-1 and into the section known only as the beginning. There the creator met with PS and they began to converse. PS wanted to know what his purpose was, but the creator told him that it was not for him to know his purpose. He wanted to know what his power was, but that too the creator said was not for him to know. Finally he wanted to know where he came from, and that the creator responded to. The creator first told him he was an Easter egg put in the world. This more than confused poor PS. Was he now pumpkin, mushroom, and egg combined? The creator noticed his confusion and explained that an Easter egg is another name for a secret. PS came from the land of secrets and it was of no concern to him what his purpose was. Depressed, PS did not know what to say. The creator saw the look on PS’s face and began to speak. He told PS that even though it was not for him to know his purpose and why he was different, PS could rest assured that he did indeed have one. For PS to fulfill his purpose, the creator told PS that he would need to arrive at the end of the world. PS was so exhausted that such a long and arduous trek would not be possible for him; however, the creator went on. There existed in this land a secret item called a warp whistle that could take anyone wherever they wanted. In order for PS to receive one of these PS had to answer the creator’s riddle. The riddle went like this: There are two mushrooms sitting on a cliff. One of them is fat, and the other is skinny. The skinny mushroom is the son of the fat mushroom, but the fat mushroom is not the father of the skinny mushroom. How can this be?
PS pondered for quite some time, and just before giving up it hit him. The fat mushroom is the skinny mushroom’s mother. A simple solution that one commonly overlooks was the answer. The creator tossed PS the warp whistle. PS begin to spin and fly through the air finally arriving in a dark castle, the last level. Lava and fire laid around him in pits. Suddenly a man came and grabbed PS to devour. It was over. He had done his deed and given the man the power he needed to complete the final level. But what power did PS give to the man? Asking such a question means one has missed the point of the story. What PS’s power was did not matter. What mattered was that PS served his purpose in life regardless of being different. Although one may wonder what their purpose in life is, we come to realize that whatever it is truly does not matter as long as we serve our roll. Even the goombas served their roll to try and stop PS. We all have to play our parts to make up society.
