One day my teacher at school told us that we would be writing a story prompt about a main character losing something that's important to them. Some of the suggestions she gave us were an old lady losing her purse, someone's pet running away, and a guy losing his glasses. Pretty normal stuff, right?
Well for some strange reason, I deliberately wrote the weirdest story I could possibly think of.
It was about an Italian guy named Tony losing his bread stick (not the recipe;just one regular old bread stick) and going on a mission to find it. Towards the middle of the story, it was revealed that aliens stole his breadstick and then there was this huge fight scene between him and the aliens set in an underground battlefield similar to the Rancor's pit from Star Wars.
You think that's weird, believe it or not it gets worse. After that prolonged fight scene, Tony learns that the aliens didn't steal his breadstick after all and it was actually a flying dog that lived in an alternate dimension where everybody eats chocolate covered broccoli (?) and so he only stole the bread stick to experience a different kind of food for once.
Wow! That is without a doubt the weirdest thing I've ever wrote. The teacher's reaction to what I was reading made it all worthwhile though. I could tell that she was weirded out but yet intrigued because the tale I told was totally unpredictable and had more crazy twists than your typical M. Night Shymalan movie.