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 Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2008 6:46 pm
Zach suddenly realized he killed the wrong person. Quickly, he picked up the woman and hid her in the garbage truck outside the window. The garbage truck crushed her body. He cleaned the room up and then walked away. As he walk to the door, he noticed a man staring at him.
Tom glared at Zach with intense fury. 'The boy is after me? Ha! I shall tear him limb from limb and steal his poptarts!!' Tom thought about this gleefully.
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2008 7:52 pm
Zach was prepared for the attack. After realizing his mistake in murder, he saw Tom and new by an instinct in gut that this man killed his sister. He held back a viscous growl and let an edge of an irresistible pop tart stick out of his pocket. Switchblade ready in his other hand, he walked by Tom, smiling friendly and revealing his tasty raspberry pop tart clearly. Tom couldn't resist he went for the pop tart, but Zach was quicker shoving the switch blade straight into Toms heart just as he savored the first bite. Tom removed the knife, giddy with relief of avenging his sister. He wiped the blade clean and shoved it clean into his own torso, going to join her.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 12:20 pm
Unfortunately, the blade wouldn't go in, then Zach remembered, his name could be Tom and he was wearing a stab proof jacket. He swore and looked at the two ghosts in front of him, "TAKE ME WITH YOU DAMMIT!" he yelled at the figures.
They ignored him and his sister giggled, "That's what you get for killing someone you loser...." a voice in his head muttered. His sister's voice.
Then a thought came to his head, That man must have been through hell... He sighed, "Oh well, time to kill someone else....."
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 5:46 pm
He growled satisfactorily as he went and killed mercilessly the evil overtaking him.
He watched his own eyes go blood red and wild. Yet he kept on with the killing
What did he have left?
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2008 12:27 pm
The killings went on for some time. He never stopped. His thirst for blood became unquenchable. He come home after a long hard day of slaughtering. In crossed his living room and passed by a mirror. He stopped suddenly. He looked into the mirror and dropped the bloody knife he was holding onto the carpet. He stared into the mirror for hours.
He then smiled...he had snapped. He had become the poptart killer. He was never going to revenge his sister's killer because he was the killer himself.
He laughed and then stared at the camera.
"Poptarts."THE END Or is it????
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2008 5:11 pm
Quickly, he revived the woman and said, "I'M GONNA MARRY YOU WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT!!""Zack swiftly replied. For this woman, after all, was indeed alluring. He swiped her hand and began to drag her down the hall against her will. "I didn't mean literally!!!" The woman screeched. "You are going to marry me whether you like it or not!" Zack exclaimed.
Making a crude hand jester with her other hand, the woman struggled and began to fight against Zack. With no prevail, the woman decided to call, literally, for plan B. "UNCLE FABREEZO!!!" The woman cried. Apparently, this woman's uncle was an active member of the New York mafia whose members never went out in daylight without a pair of sunglasses. Uncle Fabreezo trudged to where the woman lay on the ground with Zack holding her hand. "Wha's dish" Fabreezo said with a slight lisp.
However, uncle Fabreezo never had time to finish the rest of his sentence for within a moments lapse, another poptart, this time chocolate flavored, leaped through the window and tackled uncle Fabreezo to the ground, knocking him unconscious. Realizing that the woman was a witness to his half sister's death, the strawberry poptart that Katie so disgustingly devoured, he leaped upon the woman and began to gnaw off her head. . . .
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2008 6:03 pm
The woman shrieked as the giant, strawberry-filled poptart devoured her. She shrieked until there was nothing left. Zack shook his head as he left the scene. "Gee, these deaths keep getting more and more gruesome. Oh well." He shrugged carelessly. What Zack had not thought about as he mercilessly killed was that someone might eventually come after him. To avenge the many murders Zack had committed was the local police. Amazingly, Zack was somehow still a juvenile, and for some reason, he was taken to his parents.
His parents were old people now, and all they talked about these days was how lovely it was that they got rid of both their children in one day. All the people in the nursing home agreed that it was indeed a miracle. The entire old people community was disgusted when Zack, the acclaimed Disappearing Kid was taken, handcuffed, into his parents room.
Zack's nose wrinkled when he smelled the rotten drool. His father grimaced. "We aren't too happy to see you, either, kid."
The police had forgotten to disarm him. Zack switched out his pocket knife. His father used to be the green power ranger. He switched into the power ranger suit. He struck a power ranger pose. "It's the evil emperor Zurg! You killed my father!" Zack cried.
"No, Buzz, I AM your father!"
"Nooooo!" Zack died right there of a heart attack because of the realization that Zurg/the green power ranger was his father.
A giant poptart burst in and ate Zack's remains.
The police men grinned. "Donut time!!!"
"Well done!" the old woman (the mother) exclaimed.
"Thanks, honey." The father/Zurg/the green power ranger replied.
"I wasn't talking to you. I was talking to the giant poptart."
The poptart realized that there were old people in the corner and it ate them, too.
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2008 12:53 pm
" Ahhhhhhh!" Zack screamed sitting bolt up in bed. He quickly survayed his bedroom...no poptarts, no policemen, no old people, and no dead bodies. A sweat droplet trickled its way down his forehead. He rubbed his head trying to get his barings. "Zack?!" His father came bursting into the room, "What's wrong, I heard you screaming." "Oh...I guess I had a bad dream?" Zack said unshure of himself. "Well...come down stairs. You mom and sis are making eggs and waffles." With that his father quickly exited wanting first dibs. Zack was left in his room by himself. "Hmmm....I guess it really was all a dream." He pulled on his bathrobe and followed his father down stairs for a delicious sunday breakfast. *Camera zooms under Zacks bed...Lying there mysteriously is a rasberry poptart covered in blood* Dun Dun Daaaaaaaaaaaaaa
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2008 4:32 pm
Zack plodded silently down the steps to the dining room below. He considered what had happened in his dream. Why did it all seem so real? Why did he still feel like a murderer? He tried to reassure himself. He was a normal kid. That was all. Just a normal kid. He turned to the dining room. "Hi, Ka-- What the heck! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!!!" Where his sister's head should have been, there was only air. His sis was headless!!! The headless body turned. Her arms reached down to the foot of the table. She was pulling out her head. She moved it so it could "see" him. The mouth started moving.
"Hi, Zack. We're having poptarts today. Eggs and waffles are too difficult."
Zack looked down at his plate. He could see he had a giant poptart leg on his plate.
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Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2008 12:48 pm
Zach screamed, through his plate up against the wall, and ran to his room. He though the door open and stopped dead. Sitting on his bed was a giant rasberry poptart.
"Hello Zachary." It said jesturing for him to have a seat next to him.
"How is this possible. What is going on?" Zach kept repeting over and over again.
He began to rock back and forth in a rythmic motion trying to make sense of it all.
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Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2008 4:47 pm
"How is this possible?" Zack asked himself.
The poptart answered, "It isn't. Without me, that is. I wanted to fool around with a kid that liked eating poptarts. I was hoping that the kid wouldn't go crazy, and would eventually help me with my campaign to rid the world of poptart-eaters. However, when I brought you back to the real world, I messed up, so Katie lost her head, and the world now eats giant poptarts... Actually, there weren't any giant poptarts before! I used to be a normal poptart. Still with my strange poptart powers, though."
"So was I a guinea pig?!"
"No, you're much bigger than a guinea pig. Same principle, though."
"I'll never help you! I'm going down to eat that giant poptart leg!!!" Zack stormed out of the room, leaving Johnie Poptart alone and depressed on the bed.
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2008 6:23 pm
Johnie the Poptart (who was a poptart that had two flavors in it) secretly had a spilt personality. His other personality took over and decide that if Zack wouldn't help him he should destroy his whole family. Thus the whole giant poptart detoyer clan was destroyed, and Johnie went on with the next house where there was a kid sitting looking at the wall alone.
She could see the future.
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