Creative Writing

Creative Story

It was a sunny and beautiful day. I  was walking down the street looking for something to eat. Then I found this really fat Asian eating a hot dog. I was really hungry but I forgot to bring my money. So I kind of stole the hot dog from him. I mean, what would you do if you were starving? My house was like 10 blocks away from here. So I did steal it. Then suddenly, a bunch of Asian body guards came after me. I freaked out and started running. I mean, it was really scary after all. I finally caught a taxi and started driving. But the Asian people were riding these really big monster trucks. I think the fat person wasn't just fat, he was rich and fat. I told the driver to go to the closest hotel. We were going fast, but not fast enough. The Asian body guards were catching up. I think they were Chinese because they had these weird mustaches. Anyway, the body guards were getting closer. When I got to the hotel, there were already guards and cops all around the building. I was busted. 

It was a very awkward moment. The cops didn't say anything, neither did the Asian people. Then I saw my old smoke bomb toy. I threw the smoke bomb in their faces. The smoke blew up all round the cops. Then I thought that this was the time. I ran into a random shop and bought a paintball gun. Next, I ran up to a motorcycle and stole it. I looked back and saw the cops. I shot the paintball gun and shot one in the head. He probably passed out because, man, those things hurt. I started driving to a airport because I had to get out of here. While I was driving, I took a look at the hot dog again. If hadn't stole it in the first place, I probably didn't even get in this mess. I was going through a sad flashback when I found out that there was a ticking sound. The hot dog was a bomb! I threw it back and it blew up the monster truck.

 The next thing you see are flying Asian people. I finally got to the airport. I just went straight to a runaway plane and sped to it. I flew and hit the plane hard. It kind of blew up and I flew backwards. I landed on a big pile of luggage. I was safe because the luggage was very soft. The plane was on a fire and so were the Asian people. It was insane. Everything was on fire, even the airport. Then it happened. I met the fat guy face to face. He told me to give me money for the hot dog which is 200000000 billion dollars. I didn't have any money and he was holding a gun to my face. I didn't know what to do. Then it hit me. 


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