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I’ve been looking at all the cliches like this in the
Animorphs section, and realized I hadn’t seen any Star Wars cliches. Well,
that got my over-worked mind to thinking and I decided, hey why not? So here
it is! FEEDBACK PLEASE!!!!!!!!! [email protected]
^J.P.K.^
glared at her evil computer as it froze again. "Why, why, why do you
always do this to me!?" She slapped the monitor. "Because you do that to me," a voice answered. ^J.P.K.^
looked around frantically. She was grounded off the computer and if this
voice told her parents, she could kiss her life good bye. "Stupid one,
it’s your computer talking. You are inexperienced in the ways of the
Dell," it said, the last sentence sounding like something out of Star
Wars, but with Dell instead of the Force. With that, a huge whirling vortex
opened in her monitor, and sucked ^J.P.K.^ in. ^J.P.K.^ stood up and surveyed the ground she stood on. It was a
strip of purple with white on one side and darker purple on the other. The
colouring looked distinctly familiar, but her small mind, tried from hours of
fanfic writing couldn’t place it. WHAT IS GOING ON HERE? ^J.P.K.^ wondered aloud, then, WHY AM I
TALKING ALL IN CAPS? Her computer’s voice came from all around her. "We have
followed you career with great interest, young ^J.P.K.^. Now you will join us
or die!" WAIT A SECOND HERE. IS IT JUST ME, OR IS MY COMPUTER POSESSED BY
EMPEROR PALPATINE? Giggles sounded from all around her, but they weren’t from the
voice of her computer. WHAT IF I DON’T WANT TO JOIN YOU IN WHATEVER IT IS YOU DO? In
response, blue lightning bolts struck her. OKAY, OKAY! JUST WHAT DO YOU WANT
ME TO DO? Someone stepped forward from the where the ground seemed to end.
"I’m Becker Wein, a fanfic writer. And we want you to join us in the
writing of cliches, which you’re doing right now." OHHH. I’VE READ SOME OF THOSE. DO I GET TO HAVE OMNIPOTIENT POWERS?
CAUSE I WOULD REALLY LIKE TO GET LUKE SKYWALKER BACK FOR ALL HIS WHINING. "Yeah, but make sure you use your powers irresponsibly. It
makes for a more entertaining read. Go have fun." Becker Wein walks away
to get started on another one of her precious cliches. ONE MORE QUESTION! WHERE AM I, AND HOW DO I GET HOME? "That’s two questions, but I’ll answer them." Becker
Wein took ^J.P.K.^ by the arm and led her up towards the horizon. They
stopped on a vast expanse of white with black writing. "Recognize this
banner?" Becker Wein asked. NO, WAIT, YEAH! IT’S THE FANFICTION.NET BANNER! "Duh," sounded the voice of ^J.P.K.^’s computer. ^J.P.K.^ glared at her computer. OKAY, SO I’M IN THE INTERNET,
INSIDE OF MY COMPUTER. BUT HOW DO I GET HOME? "You can leave only when you complete this fic and have
recruited two more cliche writers. I only have one left.
Na-na-na-na-boo-boo!" Becker Wein starts to zap herself away with her
red Bic pen, but ^J.P.K.^ stops her with another question. BECKER, COULD I PRETTY, PRETTY PLEASE BE IN PART THREE OF YOUR
CLICHE? (A/N: Hint, hint, nudge, nudge, wink, wink!) "I’ll think about it," Becker Wein replied before
finally escaping the newest insane cliche writer. ^J.P.K.^ starts thinking about how to write her cliche. HMM,
FIRST THINGS FIRST. I NEED A SOURCE FOR MY OMNIPOTIENT POWERS. I KNOW, MY
DARTH VADER WATCH! ^J.P.K.^ takes out her watch, and zaps Luke Skywalker into
her fic. "What am I doing here?" he asked. JUST WAIT AND SEE! ^J.P.K.^ laughs evilly. JUST WAIT AND SEE!
Luke hears a noise above him, and looks up cautiously. A Hutt was rushing
down at him. |