Wasn’t there some book about a kid with a purple crayon and he would just draw around himself and it would become real? That’s what this reminds me of.
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Blade 1130422 wrote:
Wasn’t there some book about a kid with a purple crayon and he would just draw around himself and it would become real? That’s what this reminds me of.
Well I am in the process of writing now... If you want to have a quick preview here it is. Tis a FG fiction
The Boy Who Drew
“Ahhh!” a voice screamed from the Griffin house causing the birds to fly from their nests in the surrounding trees. The Griffin family awoke with a start and raced to the source of the noise, “Chris!” Lois yelled. She tried the door but found it locked, “Chris are you alright in there?!” The family looked anxiously at the locked door waiting for a reply, when none could be heard Stewie nudged Brian who was standing next to him, “Lardo probably shocked to death on a Cheeto eh Snoopy?” “Shut up Stewie this is serious!” Brian said hastily. “Peter do something!” Lois said to her husband “He might be dieing in there!” “Ok Lois stand back,” Peter said rolling up his sleeved “It’s time to use my world famous battering ram!” “Dad you don’t have a battering ram.” his daughter Meg replied smugly. “Quiet battering ram!” Peter shouted and picked up a screaming Meg. The family watched wide eyed as Peter got a run up and then charged Chris’s door, Meg’s head smacked the door open and she fell to the ground but the momentum of the run meant Peter couldn’t stop running and went hurtling out the window (a/n Obligatory to keep the Meg fans off my ass o.o). The rest of the family ran in and helped Meg up, together they looked around to see all the drawers in the room opened and books littering the ground. In the middle of the mess sat Chris, he had his back to them and was hugging his knees to his chest. “Chris honey… what the hell happened here…?!” Lois asked nervously. “Drawing paper gone…” He muttered rocking back and forth “End of world…” “That’s it?!” Lois shouted “You ran out of paper?!” “No Paper and no drawing make Chris get somewhat agitated” They watched wide eyed as Chris picked up a chair and threw it at the four of them, they dodged it and fled out the door. Chris sighed loudly and flopped himself onto the bed, there was silence for a moment and then he said, “Ok you can do it now I’m ready.” (A/N Um… What?) “The evil monkey moment duh,” Chris said cynically “Geez they told me you were a smart author for once.” (A/N We aren’t doing an evil monkey gag in this story Chris, I don’t think it’s really necessary.)“What?!” Chris said “ But… It’s a story about me! There has to be an evil monkey moment!” (A/N Nah I think they are pretty lame, I was smiling with cruel glee when Dylan hopefully killed him. Anyways onwards to the next chapter.) “No wait PK3 we haven’t had enough fan service! Get back here and write for me you mother fu-” Chris was cut short as the scene transitioned to another.
After Peter had gone to the hospital to stitch up his nasty head wound after falling several meters the family had begun to drive home, Lois was still thinking about Chris who was still locked in his bedroom. Suddenly she saw a shop on the other side of the road and a stroke of inspiration struck through her, “Peter stop the car for just a second.” Peter obediently stopped and Lois got out and crossed the road, entering the shop she got a strange feeling of deja-vu. It was as if this same exact thing had happened to a very similar family a long time ago… and for some reason that families skin was yellow. “Can I help you?” a man said from behind the counter. “Oh yes please,” Lois said “I am looking for a drawing pad for my son, he kind of ran out and has locked himself in his room in a fit of teenage angst.” “Hmm…” the clerk said “I think I have the perfect pad for your son Ms Griffin.” Lois was about to ask him how he knew her name but she marvelled at the pad that was presented before her. It was pure black and leather bound with a gold latin inscription on it, it read “Libri of Vita”, “Well that looks exquisite,” Lois said staring at it “But how much does it cost?” “Oh nothing much…” the clerk said eerily “Just… your soul!”
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