This is a story me and my friends took turns writing. Hope you enjoy reading it.
Marco Faces a Banana
It was a cold stormy night. Marco was struggling to steer his ship though the rough waters around. Marco’s ship began to rock back and forth so bad that he had lost all of control of it. The ship began rocking even worse that Marco fell over and hit his head against the floor, causing him to pass out. When Marco woke up, it was morning, and he was washed up on a strange island covered in banana trees.
Marco was extremely confused when he started to gain clear conciseness. What was this strange banana island, and why was he there? Marco rose to his feet and walked to the nearest tree, which happened to have a large fruit quantity. Marco plucked a ripe banana from the tree and began peeling the soft yellow fruit’s skin. Marco thought that the banana was an extremely pleasurable fruit, he couldn’t resist eating this delicious natural candy.
Suddenly, The trees starting flailing about in agony. The screeching echoed throughout the island, Marco ran in terror while tripping an illogical amount of times. Marco stopped to catch his breath. But while he was having his rest, something snuck up on him and smacked him with a plantain and then there was silence. Marco awoke many hours later to see a standing yellow figure, he noticed glasses, a large nose, and a mustache. The yellow figure was screaming obscenities, and then it punched Marco in the face, and only blackness.
Marco woke up again but this time he was somewhere completely different. He was in the middle of a large stadium. The room was dark and Marco could hardly see anything, but he noticed many small figures in the seats of the stadium. Suddenly bright lights shined the area and Marco could finally see what these small figures were. They were very angry bananas screaming out in rage. Suddenly a door opened in the stadium and a familiar figure walked in. It was the same banana that had knocked him out earlier. It signaled out to the bananas in the seats and they all cheered loudly. Marco was trembling in fear, he had no idea was about to happen.
The human sized banana turned and started to run towards the helpless Marco, the petite child stood no chance against something so large. Marco cried in agony as the banana’s bone crushing weight hit him. Marco tried to get up but it seemed the banana had become unconscious. Marco was losing air and started to panic, if the banana didn’t wake soon he would surely suffocate. Marco tried to focus on staying awake but, he knew deep down he wanted to go to sleep.
The banana started snoring, by this time the stadium was empty, the other banana’s must have gotten bored and left. The banana then rolled off of Marco and back next to him. The banana’s eyes open slightly and his smooth warm lips pursed and muttered “good morning beautiful” in a masculine but soft spoken graceful voice. It got up and started twirling around with its perfectly hairy man legs. Russian music started playing. The banana picked up the young child, spinning him, and then slamming him into the dirt floor. The banana stood point on Marco’s back, and tiptoed. Marco yelped in pain. The banana broke out into song “My Name is Vladimir, why did you kill our people’s young, you will pay child, for what you have done.” The banana picked up Marco with his pinkie and tossed him across the island. The banana then flew into the sky with its fist out and slammed into Marco’s chest. Marco started to cough up blood. The banana sang “any last words child?” before Marco could say anything; the banana sucked him into its peel.
~Fin~
Edited by Villager, 30 August 2013 - 05:48 PM.
