SirRoger
1st March 2004, 21:04
Sour Grapes
“Sour grapes,” the boy shouted, “don’t let them get you!”
The boy was right, they were right on my tail. I swerved the large space freighter to the left, then the right. But the grapes kept on coming.
I remembered, when I noticing that I was about to die, the way the grapes were created (cue stupid memory music and haze): The Sour Grapes were a special kind of grapes. They were engineered by scientists who are good at that sort of stuff, and those scientists had a grudge against white grapes: so the made them to eat anything, including people. The scientists were good at creating things, but they have no common sense: they died 3.023 seconds after they created the Sour Grapes. Then they started to chase after freighters like the freighter Anton’s Revenge, the space craft the Sour Grapes are planning to eat.
I then ejected all of the stupid semi-science fiction books (the ones that are really morality plays) at the Sour Grapes. The short story True Love (by Isaac Asimov, he usually writes good stuff, but this is stupid.), but it does little damage because it was hit by anti-stupid-book point defense. Then A Sound of Thunder, but, like the book, it was a dud. Finally the story Harrison Bergeron scores a direct hit, and all of the Sour Grapes were overloaded by the stupid plot and crashed into the ocean of stupidity and ate themselves to death.
“Sour Grapes,” they boy shouted, “They are Dead!”
And I would go on, but this story is stupid enough.
I just sent then in as an assignment for english four. Not only does it need to go to the Recycle Bin, but it DESERVES the Recycle Bin. I hope to never see it again.
“Sour grapes,” the boy shouted, “don’t let them get you!”
The boy was right, they were right on my tail. I swerved the large space freighter to the left, then the right. But the grapes kept on coming.
I remembered, when I noticing that I was about to die, the way the grapes were created (cue stupid memory music and haze): The Sour Grapes were a special kind of grapes. They were engineered by scientists who are good at that sort of stuff, and those scientists had a grudge against white grapes: so the made them to eat anything, including people. The scientists were good at creating things, but they have no common sense: they died 3.023 seconds after they created the Sour Grapes. Then they started to chase after freighters like the freighter Anton’s Revenge, the space craft the Sour Grapes are planning to eat.
I then ejected all of the stupid semi-science fiction books (the ones that are really morality plays) at the Sour Grapes. The short story True Love (by Isaac Asimov, he usually writes good stuff, but this is stupid.), but it does little damage because it was hit by anti-stupid-book point defense. Then A Sound of Thunder, but, like the book, it was a dud. Finally the story Harrison Bergeron scores a direct hit, and all of the Sour Grapes were overloaded by the stupid plot and crashed into the ocean of stupidity and ate themselves to death.
“Sour Grapes,” they boy shouted, “They are Dead!”
And I would go on, but this story is stupid enough.
I just sent then in as an assignment for english four. Not only does it need to go to the Recycle Bin, but it DESERVES the Recycle Bin. I hope to never see it again.