well the original thread was by Scythe Blade and he did a good job but for some wierd reason it died and nobody posted any stories or rated any stories after a few days. Well...I'm here to revive that thread and get these stories started again! Ill start this thread off with a story I just made today (in like an hour) just whipped it together real quick only constructing critisizm no FLAMING please 
now post your stories and KEEP THIS THREAD ALIVE!!!!and here is the first story....
The Taco That Time Forgot
The Great Escape
One day, while the owner of a random apartment in a random hotel in a random city was away, a leftover taco that had been in the refrigerator for 2 years, all the way back in the black depths of the meat drawer, was slowly gaining consciousness. It suddenly blinked it tomato eyes and stood on his cheesy legs. He shivered, and then proceeded through the jungle of meat, finally reaching the front. Using all his strength, he stepped back and threw himself into the front of the drawer. Again and again he did this, until finally the drawer was open wide enough for him to crawl out.
Suddenly, as he stood from his long fall out of the drawer, he realized that there was no chance that he was to get through the thing that to him looked like a gargantuan metal wall in front of him without some help. Slowly, ever so slowly, he climbed up to the vegetable drawer and jumped in. He wandered around until he found a stout, moldy broccoli, and then slapped it repeatedly until it awoke from its long sleep. The taco motioned the broccoli to follow him, and they both proceeded to recruit more and more food into the ranks of the taco’s every growing army.
Finally, when he decided he had enough troops, he brought them to the metal “wall”. He then instructed them to push, push with all their might against the “wall”, until it finally gave in. All the cabbage and broccoli and carrots and spinach and tomatoes and apples and oranges and all the other fruits and veggies he had gotten tumbled out into the blinding light that lay outside the metal “wall”. They stayed there for a while, laying on the floor, stunned that they had succeeded in their goal and also wondering…what would they do next?
Then, the taco stood in front of the large crowd of assorted foods. Holding his butter stick high, he declared that they would conquer the house. They quickly ran throughout the house, marking their territory with stinky cheese. Every so often they would come upon a mouse, but would subdue it with light casualties. Wrapping it in tin foil, they threw them into the house microwave, trapping them until justice did…them……in. Finally, they conquered the house, and the taco was trying to decide whether or not to venture through the wooden wall, out into the “Great Open” as they called it.
Finally, the taco’s uncontrollable curiosity drove him to gather his army and attempt to breach the great wooden door. As they approached the door, the taco noticed that the door knob started to turn. The taco quickly screamed at the army to hide for their lives, and suddenly the intruder burst in. From their hiding places, the startled army stared in wonder. What appeared before them was nothing that they had ever seen. It was huge giant, looking something like the reports of elder pizza, who had been outside their prison once before, and had seen this huge gargantuan beast. Following the “human”, as the elder pizza had called it, was a great slobbering beast, trotting on four legs. Sniffing, the 4-legged beast’s bloodshot eyes scanned the room, looking for prey. After they had passed, the multitude of fruits and veggies used the advantage of the open door to run out into the “Great Open”.
Abruptly, the door closed behind the army, inflicting heavy fatalities. Once outside, they stared in dismay at the long hall in front of them. Finally, they decided to proceed in their exploration of the “Great Open” and strided down the hall. Finally, they came upon huge opening and closing metal doors. Occasionally the doors opened and closed, receiving or expelling humans. Suddenly the taco had an amazing idea. He declared that it must be a transporter to an alternate dimension, because every time it opened it was empty again or different people were there. When no one was in or heading towards the elevator, they all rushed inside. Suddenly, they felt a deep rumbling, and felt the sensation of dropping. “A trap!” the taco screamed, running for the doors. But, alas! The doors had closed already, and they were trapped, apparently plunging down to their doom.
As the Veggie Tales® theme song turned on, the army panicked. All of the sudden, the rumbling and the falling sensation stopped. The divisions of assorted fruits and veggies sighed in relief as the doors slid open once again. They charged out unabashed, but quickly ran for cover, for in the large room in front of them was full of humans, and they looked hungry enough to eat all of them, and just for an appetizer! After a long and torturous time of dodging feet and avoiding being seen, the conquerors reached the exit. After they got outside, they quickly hid in an alley and set up a home field base. Every day, while in his office, the taco planned the world’s demise and having control of the entire world. But that, my friends, is another story.
TO BE CONTINUED…
herez my first story to a 2 part story
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Bob was sauntering around his kingdom when he suddenly saw a suspicious-looking man. “Hmmm,” thought Bob, “maybe I’ll follow him, just in case.” Bob stealthily tailed him. He took note of his surroundings, lasering them into his brain. Finally, the man came to a stop in the town square. Bewildered, Bob stayed under cover and watched. The man took a strange remote out of his coat pocket, took cover, and pressed the red button. Suddenly, Bob was thrown back a few feet because of a tremendous explosion. He watched in horror as his kingdom’s capital, his beloved capital, fell into ruins! “NO!” thought Bob in dismay, “I will have my revenge!” Bob seethed in anger. Although he could kill the man right where he stood, he decided that he would make him suffer in torment. “A rightful punishment for a dastardly villain!” thought Bob. He continued to follow the man, and stopped as he went into a run-down building. “I’ve got to corner him in there,” murmured Bob, “it’s my only hope of doing it without attracting attention!” Without another word, he silently slipped inside after the man. He was looking around when he heard a board creak behind him and whipped around. There was the man, and he had a Magnum pointed right at him. Before Bob could do anything, the man fired. Bob knew there was no escape…or was there?
With his quick thinking, he threw one of his minor fireballs out of his hands right at the bullet. As he had hoped, the bullet was very cheap, and melted before it got through the fireball. The man dived aside to avoid getting hit, but the fireball scorched his leg before he got clear. “Perfect!” Bob thought, “Injured with no chance of escape, he will surely die!” Desperate to get away, the man raced up the steps and up to the rooftop. Frustrated that he’d have to attract attention, but knowing the man had to be punished, Bob hesitantly followed. Once he got to the rooftop, the man had mysteriously disappeared. Suddenly, he was rammed from behind. As he skidded to a stop, he looked around to see what had caused it. He finally saw the man floating in the air. “Wait a minute,” he thought, “he has a jetpack!” “Well, I can match that!” he exclaimed. He cleverly aimed his hands at the ground and let ‘er rip! The fire “pillars” that shot from his hands propelled him upwards. He got a little nervous when this did not unnerve the man in the least. He got even more nervous when he brought out, of all things, a….a….a fire extinguisher!!! Okay more like scared. Actually more like terrified in a running-for-your-life kind of way. The man carefully aimed it at George and fired for all he was worth (which was about $1.95). Bob toppled onto the roof top. “NOOO!” he yelled out despairingly, “I just got this costume back from the dry cleaners!!!” “NOW you’re going down!” he raged. Using his incredible height, he stood up, grabbed the foot of the man, and simply yanked. The man watched in horror as the ground came toward him. When he hit the ground, Bob came up and put his foot on the man’s chest. “Now you will see what pain you have caused me!” George ranted. With that, he aimed the biggest fireball he had ever made at him, and let loose.
*KABOOM!* Every citizen in the kingdom turned in the direction of the explosion. When they got there, all they found was a pile of ash, and the remnants of their leader’s costume. A silence folded over them like a blanket. “Three cheers for our dead evil commander!” cried someone in the crowd. “HIP HIP, HOORAY! HIP HIP, HOORAY! HIP HIP, HOORAY!” they all exclaimed at once. “……I’m bored now,” said a kid. Mumbles of agreement came from the crowd as they all dispersed home, unaware of the boards slowly moving aside that covered something…….or someone……
AND here is part 2 of the 2 part story
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As Bob slowly regained consciousness, he struggled to remember what had happened. He felt as if his body was on fire, and looked down at himself. His costume was now in rags, and his body was covered with welts, bruises, and burns. He looked over to where his capital should have been, standing high and glorious, but he only saw the same as what he was laying on…..the charred remains of an old building. He looked out onto the street, and saw people rejoicing. Because of what? It all came back to him in a rush of horror and self-pity. Had he succeeded in destroying his nemesis? Yes, that was obvious because of the pile of ash sitting next to him. “But what of myself?” he thought, “I have been reduced to a lowly peasant and my so-called loyal citizens rejoice over my apparent death! I am practically crippled, and certainly not strong enough to withstand a mob if my former citizens find out I’m still alive!” he thought with dismay. “But…..but it……it was because of them that I became this way….yes, yes, it was them that created this place, by colonizing it, and appointing me as ruler (however foolish that may have been), and it was them who attracted terrorists! It is truly them who are responsible for my situation!” he told himself, “they must…..no! They WILL pay!!!” He limped off, devising some cruel and sinister fate for his former citizens…………
As he walked along he accidentally bumped into a man. The man stared at him with horror! Could their supposedly dead evil king come back to life??? Let it not be! “Oh great,” Bob thought, “oh well, now is a good a time as any to begin my revenge!” He aimed his hands at the man and let ‘er rip…..*PUFF* Horrified, Bob stared at his hands. All that had come out was a small puff of smoke, which was dwindling away in the wind. *PUFF* *PUFF* *PUff* *puff*…….and then no more! He gasped and slowly backed away, then just turned around and ran!!! He finally came to a stop at some secluded spot, well outside of the city. “My dignity…gone! My capital….gone!” said to himself, “and now…..my powers……GONE!” He slowly got up. “Well…….it’s time to say goodbye to my city, and my dreams…..for now……..for now…..” he said, and with that, he turned his back to his city, his hopes, his life’s work…….but only for now………
Soon he began to feel incredibly tired, so he lay down and rest. In the midst of dreams, he felt something sharp and cold being pressed up against his face. He jerked awake only to find himself staring into the barrel of a magnum. He looked past it to see a horribly deformed and burnt face! He gasped. Could it be? His constant tormenter, still alive!? He scrutinized him further, and finally decided, however horrible and devastating it might be to accept, that it was so! “Stand up, and put these on!” the man said, handing him some gloves. “Ok,” Bob said, “but what are the gloves for?” “Oh please, don’t act like you don’t know!” he said angrily, “if you must have me tell you though, they’re special gloves that stop your powers from activating!” The man jerked Bob up and put on handcuffs. “Wait!” Bob exclaimed, “Before you kill me, or whatever you were going to do for revenge, what is you name?” “My name,” he said with a sneer, “is The Horrible, Deadly, Incredibly Evil,-“ He was suddenly cut off as a pillar of rock suddenly came out of the ground underneath him and brought him up, up, up until he smashed right through a satellite that was just about to reach orbit. “Well, that’s the end of him!” exclaimed a friendly voice behind him. Bob turned around and saw another man, this one in a costume, staring at the dwindling speck that used to be the man, now flying through space forever. “Maximus! Is it really you!?” Bob exclaimed with great joy. “It is, my brother, and I have heard from my spies that you are in a great dilemma!” said Maximus, looking a bit worried. “Yes, my citizens rejoice over my apparent death, and my capital lies in ruins….” He said sadly. “Do you think,” he said, brightening up, “that we could team up to get revenge on my citizens? Why, with us together, we could conquer the world!” “Hmmm,” mused Maximus, “That is a very interesting offer brother….I accept!” “We must rally our forces; make an army-“ “No brother! If we conquer the world with any more people than ourselves, then we should have to……ugh, I cringe at the thought……share! Now, since you are my brother, I guess it’s ok to split it 50/50, but with anyone else, that would be an outrage!” Bob fumed, “we must do it ourselves, with no help from mere mortals!” “Yes, I must say your words are true….” Maximus dutifully admitted, “So let’s get started right away! First of all, to deal with your unfathomable rage with your citizens, let’s deal with your revenge at once!” With that, they headed off.
“SIR! Two objects coming up on radar, sir!” said the soldier, pointing at the screen. Sure enough, there were two little blips, approaching at high speed. “Identify craft at once!” barked the commander, glaring at the soldier. In a few minutes, the soldier turned around. “It, uh, seems that, uh, they’re not actually, uh, aircraft sir….” The soldier stammered. “Well than what are they, soldier!?” the commander screamed into his ear, “are they tanks!?” “Uh, no sir, uh, they seem to, uh, seem to be, uh, humans, uh, sir…” said the soldier, clearly intimidated by the fierce commander. “WHAT!!!??? THAT’S IMPOSSIBLE!!! WITH THE SPEED THEY’RE GOING, IT’S NOT POSSIBLE!!!!!!!!!” the commander roared. Suddenly, a huge hole was blown through the wall, throwing soldiers everywhere. Two men leaped in, costumes on and ready for action. “Get them!” ranted the commander, “Blow them to smithereens!!!” At once a score of soldiers surrounded the two and opened fire. “Cease fire!” yelled the lieutenant, backing away from the cloud of smoke surrounding the intruders. As the smoke cleared away, the soldiers saw a strange sight! Something that looked like a rock shell had enveloped the two men, and all the bullets hadn’t even made a dent! It “cracked” open, and there were the intruders, completely unharmed! “Retreat!!!” yelled the lieutenant, fearful of the two men’s awesome power. “Stay and fight, cowards!!” roared the commander. Some soldiers stayed behind, only to be cut down by huge boulders. As Maximus (who was one of the mysterious men) was massacring the fleeing soldiers, Bob (who was the other man) had only one task; find the most destructive missile created (which was currently housed at that particular military base), aim it at his kingdom, and fire away! He spotted the control panel and ran towards it. Suddenly, someone tackled him from behind! “If I’m going to die today, I’m bringing someone with me!” the attacker rasped. Bob flipped him off his back and turned around. He realized it was the commander, and he had a rifle pointed right at his head! For a last ditch effort, Bob pointed his hands at the commander and tried with all his will to force fire to come out. Suddenly, bursts of flame started coming out of his hands; then it came out, full blast!!! It quickly enveloped the commander, and he was burnt to a crisp in a matter of seconds. “Yes!” Bob exclaimed, “My powers, they’re back! All right! Those gloves the terrorist gave me must have reversed whatever had caused my power to go away” He realized that Maximus was a bit too busy to really care, so he went back to trying to launch the rocket. “This system is too complex,” yelled Bob, “I’m going to have to get some scientists to activate it for me. Bob went off further into the base, searching for a scientist. Finally, he found one cowering in the corner and Bob jerked him up. “Get up, you’re coming with me!” Bob said roughly, half dragging, half carrying the scientist back to the missile control panel. “Aim the rocket at this location,” said Bob, shoving a paper covered in numbers into the scientists hands, “and fire it!” “And what do I get out of it?” questioned the scientist boldly. “You get to live a little longer,” growled Bob. The scientist stared fearfully at him, and then got to work. “All done on my part,” announced Maximus. “Just a few more seconds and we’ll be out of here, don’t worry,” replied Bob, waiting impatiently for the scientist to finish. “There!” exclaimed the scientist proudly, watching Bob’s kingdom being blasted to smithereens, “Boy am I proud of myself, this is the first time I’ve done this procedure so-““Yea yea we’re all proud of you, just get out of my way!” Bob said, shoving him aside. “B-but, a-aren’t I-I coming w-with y-y-you????” stammered the scientist. “Ha! You?” said Maximus, staring at the man as if he were crazy, “You, my friend, are staying here!” And with that, Maximus blasted the rooftop right above the man, collapsing the roof on top of him, hopelessly crushing him into tiny atoms. “Let’s go,” said Bob to Maximus, and they headed off yet again.
As they sat around a campfire, they tried to think up what they could do to take over the world. “We could still go back and hire an army…” suggested Maximus. “NO,” said Bob, “that would mean we wouldn’t have it all for ourselves!!!” “I have another idea then” said Maximus. “Well then, tell me!” exclaimed Bob, looking kind of annoyed. “OK, here it is…..*whisper* *whisper* *whisper* *whisper*” whispered Maximus. “Yes, YES!” murmured Bob, and an evil smirk began spreading on his face. So they headed back to the military base, and tried to find any survivors. Finally, they yet again dragged a coughing and disheveled scientist out of the wreckage. “Now, make for us the most powerful atom bomb IN THE UNIVERSE!!!! BWA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!” exclaimed Bob, laughing evilly. “And what do I get out of it?” inquired the scientist. “You, uh, get part of the world to rule, yea, all to yourself. Just think of it, everyone bowing at your feet, your rivals in science getting the punishment they deserve, huge parties and feasts every day!” Maximus said, trying to attract the scientist to the deal. “Well….I guess so….” “Good! You’re going to have to start right away!” Urged Bob, pushing him towards a workplace they had prepared earlier. After many sleepless nights, the scientist finally finished the bomb and placed it upright on the worktable proudly. “Are all you scientists this gullible? Hehehe you have been fooled!” Bob said, snatching the bomb off the table, “Now we must dispose of you!” With that being said, Bob aimed his hands at the scientist and burnt him to a crisp (is it getting to you that he likes doing that a lot?). They quickly went and commandeered a national radio station. “PEOPLE AND LEADERS OF THE WOLRD,” a voice boomed out of every TV, every radio, every computer in the world, “WE ARE THREATENING TO TAKE OVER THE EARTH………. PLEASE STAY CALM!!! WE HAVE A BOMB, AND WILL SET IT OFF UNLESS YOU HAND OVER A DECLARATION OF UN-INDEPENDENCE, SIGNED BY ALL THE LEADERS OF THE WORLD. JUST HAND IT OVER AND NO ONE GETS HURT!” And so it was that the bomb was buried under 5,000,000,000,000,000 miles of concrete, and Bob and Maximus succeeded in getting revenge, and also achieving world domination.
THE END
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