Barry Lee
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I previously wrote a story and I didnt like the looks of it, but this is something I'm sticking with. I have been getting real inspired by the Twilight Zone and other thrillers, I wanted to create something different, focusing on mystery, love, happiness, sadness, and color. So enjoy this, and please respond if you want more. I am also thinking about making this a part of a saga collection.
"My Uncle, is my hero. Ever since I was born he has taught me to be proud of who I am, proud of being a frog, and proud of being green. I have and always will look up to him, he has made me into the little frog I am today, and I'm so grateful for that."
As the 3 foot frog finished his speech in the elementary auditorium, a roar of hands conjoined continuously making a joyful applause. In the back his uncle stood with a tear dropping down his beady eye as he wiped it off his face and portrayed a blushing smile.
The Green Letters
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As the 3 foot frog finished his speech in the elementary auditorium, a roar of hands conjoined continuously making a joyful applause. In the back his uncle stood with a tear dropping down his beady eye as he wiped it off his face and portrayed a blushing smile.
Chapter 1
The American Way
The American Way
"Mr. Frog, why is the Swedish Chef singing Yankee Doodle with the Alaskan Penguin Choir and the Russian Rat Orchestra?" said a blueish eagle facing his razor sharp looking beak to the throat of the helpless leader, as he points his one brow down in a narrow fashion.
"Well, Sam" gulped the frog, "its the Muppets what do you expect?" as the frog smirked while his collar was pointing up with raging nerves.
As the backstage of the theater was a clutter, a young man dashed to the boss, as his orange hair flew like flames at 100 mph. He ran up to the bosses desk, bonking onto Sam's feathers, as the eagle made a frustrating grunt.
"Kermit! Where has our mail been lately, wasnt it supposed to arrive yesterday?" as the out of breath gofer panted, trying to catch onto his sentences.
"Well Scooter, Ms. Piggy hired Bernie the Mailman as her agent, so now Robin & Sweetums are handling the mail. So its going to arrive sometime during today." Kermit explained to Scooter patting him on the back, trying to calm Scooter down.
Scooter breaths a sigh of relief, as a fading noise on stage reveals a thunder of applause, Sam rolls his eyes and drags his feet onto his office. As the Swedish Chef, Penguins, and the Rats clitter clatter there feet onto the fragile wooden floors. Kermit compliments them on their act, with a foreign response.
Just as the crowd of singers, and dancers put foot on the backstage, the backstage rattled as a huge brown, glob with banana yellow eyes and sharp pearly white teeth arrived with a letter.
"Here you go boss, sorry me and Robin just got to the mail center this morning!" the blob grinned as his dark lashes raised.
Kermit grabbed the letter, "It's okay Sweetums," as he opened the envelope and revealed itself. As Kermit began to read, his heart melted, as Sweetums began to notice something strange. Kermit's feet, collapsed.
The hospital was white.
Empty.
The feeling of loneliness comes across in this room. It was different for Kermit, it wasn't comfortable. Just cold and white.
The sounds of beeping kept ringing in Kermit's head, as he awoke from a dream, or more so reality. As Kermit awoke, a man with a beard approached him, with a white suit, and clinging a notepad with is right hand. The man with the beard opens his pale lips, "Are you okay Kermit?" he asks scratching his head.
As Kermit gasps for words, he simply shakes his head, "What day is it, um... um..."
"Just call me Doctor," says the man with the beard quickly as he breaks Kermit's sentence and train of thought. "It is, Tuesday."
"Okay, Doctor. Hmm... The year please?" Kermit's inner mind swirls with questioning, its different to him, he looks around the hospital room, its white, cold, everything reflects, to his left is a television, playing the film "Casablanca." while the television dangles on the roof, beneath lies a coffee maker. As the smell of burnt coffee fills the cold room. He's lying in an uncomfortable, hard mattress. With tubes conjoining to his hand, he looks around with a panic. As the Doctor puts him at ease.
"Don't worry Kermit, I'm here for you. It's 2012."
Its 2012
Its 2012
Its 2012
Its 1955
Its 2006
Its 1979
Its 2012
The news hit Kermit like a lightening strike. As his head kept spinning. The numbers kept twirling insanely in his mind. At a rapid speed.
Its 2012
Its 2012
The voices of that year kept echoing in his mind. It wasnt a sweet sound either, it was almost haunting, as the tornado in his mind kept spinning and spinning.
Its 2012
His mind turned to darkness. As everything slowed down.
"Kermit?"
"Kermit?"
"Kermit?"
The echoes of his name grew softer, and softer.
"YES I AM HERE!" he shouts in his mind, but not a soul will here him. Not at all. Its just dark. Black. Lonely.
"Kermie? Oh Kermieee?"
"KERMIT! I'm now balancing coconut trees as a juggle flame throwers!"
"Kermit I am here for you, we are all, here..."
"Well, Sam" gulped the frog, "its the Muppets what do you expect?" as the frog smirked while his collar was pointing up with raging nerves.
As the backstage of the theater was a clutter, a young man dashed to the boss, as his orange hair flew like flames at 100 mph. He ran up to the bosses desk, bonking onto Sam's feathers, as the eagle made a frustrating grunt.
"Kermit! Where has our mail been lately, wasnt it supposed to arrive yesterday?" as the out of breath gofer panted, trying to catch onto his sentences.
"Well Scooter, Ms. Piggy hired Bernie the Mailman as her agent, so now Robin & Sweetums are handling the mail. So its going to arrive sometime during today." Kermit explained to Scooter patting him on the back, trying to calm Scooter down.
Scooter breaths a sigh of relief, as a fading noise on stage reveals a thunder of applause, Sam rolls his eyes and drags his feet onto his office. As the Swedish Chef, Penguins, and the Rats clitter clatter there feet onto the fragile wooden floors. Kermit compliments them on their act, with a foreign response.
Just as the crowd of singers, and dancers put foot on the backstage, the backstage rattled as a huge brown, glob with banana yellow eyes and sharp pearly white teeth arrived with a letter.
"Here you go boss, sorry me and Robin just got to the mail center this morning!" the blob grinned as his dark lashes raised.
Kermit grabbed the letter, "It's okay Sweetums," as he opened the envelope and revealed itself. As Kermit began to read, his heart melted, as Sweetums began to notice something strange. Kermit's feet, collapsed.
The hospital was white.
Empty.
The feeling of loneliness comes across in this room. It was different for Kermit, it wasn't comfortable. Just cold and white.
The sounds of beeping kept ringing in Kermit's head, as he awoke from a dream, or more so reality. As Kermit awoke, a man with a beard approached him, with a white suit, and clinging a notepad with is right hand. The man with the beard opens his pale lips, "Are you okay Kermit?" he asks scratching his head.
As Kermit gasps for words, he simply shakes his head, "What day is it, um... um..."
"Just call me Doctor," says the man with the beard quickly as he breaks Kermit's sentence and train of thought. "It is, Tuesday."
"Okay, Doctor. Hmm... The year please?" Kermit's inner mind swirls with questioning, its different to him, he looks around the hospital room, its white, cold, everything reflects, to his left is a television, playing the film "Casablanca." while the television dangles on the roof, beneath lies a coffee maker. As the smell of burnt coffee fills the cold room. He's lying in an uncomfortable, hard mattress. With tubes conjoining to his hand, he looks around with a panic. As the Doctor puts him at ease.
"Don't worry Kermit, I'm here for you. It's 2012."
Its 2012
Its 2012
Its 2012
Its 1955
Its 2006
Its 1979
Its 2012
The news hit Kermit like a lightening strike. As his head kept spinning. The numbers kept twirling insanely in his mind. At a rapid speed.
Its 2012
Its 2012
The voices of that year kept echoing in his mind. It wasnt a sweet sound either, it was almost haunting, as the tornado in his mind kept spinning and spinning.
Its 2012
His mind turned to darkness. As everything slowed down.
"Kermit?"
"Kermit?"
"Kermit?"
The echoes of his name grew softer, and softer.
"YES I AM HERE!" he shouts in his mind, but not a soul will here him. Not at all. Its just dark. Black. Lonely.
"Kermie? Oh Kermieee?"
"KERMIT! I'm now balancing coconut trees as a juggle flame throwers!"
"Kermit I am here for you, we are all, here..."