Recently, a friend of mine issued a one-page prose challenge. I don't usually write, but I figured this would be a nice study break. I banged this out in 20 minutes or so. Perhaps not quality, but this was fun!
The Plumber
A one page prose piece that is simply meant as a piece of fanfic and is very sorry if it infringes upon anyone's rights so stop reading the subtitle and start reading the story!
A one page prose piece that is simply meant as a piece of fanfic and is very sorry if it infringes upon anyone's rights so stop reading the subtitle and start reading the story!
The plumber raced on. Which was a bit odd, since a normal day involved lying still underneath sinks and the like. But, normal had gone out the window many years ago. Nowadays, it seemed like all he did was race around fields, pipes, dungeons, castles … constantly harassed by mushrooms and turtles. He knew those years of experimentation in college would come back to haunt him.
Up ahead were some floating boxes. The plumber had learned long ago to stop questioning why the boxes were floating. They just did. He jumped, banged his head on the box, and a coin appeared in his pocket. Years ago, he had wondered how this worked, but simply ended up with a worse headache. He was simply driven by the need to collect theses coins and reach the end.
Days were just so similar. Life was getting terribly boring. Run, stomp on mushrooms, kick turtle shells, eat mushrooms of questionable origin (since if this was a bad trip, one of these may snap him out of it). That was life, along with collecting coins. He fingered a few in his pocket contemplatively, wondering what his ultimate goal was. The plumber had been running for so long, he was beginning to forget why. Just then, he saw what had long symbolized the end! A flagpole loomed on the horizon. He put on an extra spurt of energy, seeing if he could leap over the pole, though he had failed many times before.
Airborne, he reached for the flag, knowing if he missed, his hands would throb for days on end. Catching the flag, he fell, landing gently in a perfected move. He marched on to the castle, hoping this one would be the correct one. Wait. What was he looking for? He had defeated that mutant turtle thing for a reason…maybe that friendly mushroom-hatted guy will mention it?
“Thank you, Mario! But our princess is in another castle!”
Dammit.
Up ahead were some floating boxes. The plumber had learned long ago to stop questioning why the boxes were floating. They just did. He jumped, banged his head on the box, and a coin appeared in his pocket. Years ago, he had wondered how this worked, but simply ended up with a worse headache. He was simply driven by the need to collect theses coins and reach the end.
Days were just so similar. Life was getting terribly boring. Run, stomp on mushrooms, kick turtle shells, eat mushrooms of questionable origin (since if this was a bad trip, one of these may snap him out of it). That was life, along with collecting coins. He fingered a few in his pocket contemplatively, wondering what his ultimate goal was. The plumber had been running for so long, he was beginning to forget why. Just then, he saw what had long symbolized the end! A flagpole loomed on the horizon. He put on an extra spurt of energy, seeing if he could leap over the pole, though he had failed many times before.
Airborne, he reached for the flag, knowing if he missed, his hands would throb for days on end. Catching the flag, he fell, landing gently in a perfected move. He marched on to the castle, hoping this one would be the correct one. Wait. What was he looking for? He had defeated that mutant turtle thing for a reason…maybe that friendly mushroom-hatted guy will mention it?
“Thank you, Mario! But our princess is in another castle!”
Dammit.
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http://keylaleigh.wordpres
I never actually played this game. Is it really fanfic if I'm not a fan?
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