Jean L. Dumerlus
March 25, 2010
Creative Writing
Pd.6



One morning Stewie woke up from his deep sleep to see his damn mom cry for help. Stewie slowly walked to see what was wrong with his good for nothing happy family. Out of nowhere stewie saw a beautiful fire that surrounded his family but didn’t seem to care if his family lived or died at all. So stewie took a lighter and some oil and watched as his loving family burned and all that stewie did was laugh and walked away from his house and didn’t have any plans of turning back. People watched all that happened before stewie left his house and knew he was a ticking time bomb that was ready to set off. Soon after stewie left his cousin started to talk lots of crap about how he was emo and had dreams of dyeing and ruling the damn world. Stewie saw that he had to run away and use all of his anger to kill those who were going to turn him in for killing his family. Stewie found a guy named Joe that would help him hide out so no one would find him. So stewie paid Joe a hefty price and flew a plane and found him self in a deserted island. Stewie sonly found him self in a small abundant of food and there were no more fruits on the deserted island so stewie had to look for another source of food and shelter as he hided out form Bedsuty , New York. Stewie being the depressed teen that he was known to be had restless nights of all of the things that brought him up to this situation in his life. He never had a good birthday party and his parents never seemed to care if he had any problems in the world. Stewie felt like a prisoner spending five months in the hole. Cause all he was doing was contemplating on why he was given birth to a family that only saw him as one thing a mistake. Stewie always wished he was adopted because all of his life he had a strong desire that he never belonged to his family at all as if he was left in a basket that said treat me like garbage, don’t love me at all, and never show me any love for as long as I live on this god forsaken earth. Stewie spent the rest of his days on the island searching for some food he would only drink only water and didn’t feel like overdosing on the natural resource at all. After all of the searching stewie finally found a shelter that would be the perfect location for him. As stewie climbed up the peak he found a secluded cave that was just right for picking. Stewie began to think about the days when his annoying parents didn’t annoy him with all of their damn family events cause he knew he would snap if he spent quality times with his family for one more minute. Stewie only wanted one thing in his life and no one felt like if was going to make him something that would be respected for after his life. Stewie always wanted to become one of the greatest writers of his time and knew he had the skills to do just that simple goal. Stewie began writing poetry after he read Basketball Diaries that would change his whole life forever. Everyone in stewies class was focused on only one thing and that was Woodstock and during that time marijuana was around in every corner of the surface of the world. Stewie always believed that by taking marijuana would not help him become the writer that he dreamed to be so he stayed abstained from all of the narcotics that was around him in school and in home. As stewie would forge for food in the cave he found some inspiration to write about how the world was so corrupted in the seventies and he felt by writing it would not only relieve the truth but also release all of his anger that he’s been holding throughout the wretched sixteen years of his life. Soon three years have passed by and stewie had the balls to go California so he could have his dreams finally fulfilled. Stewie knew that this dream of his wouldn’t happen over night so stewie decided to contact a friend of his that was working in California and would help him become the writer that he was chosen to be. So when stewie contacted his friend he found out that he was on a financial problem and wouldn’t be able to get any help at all. Stewie was reluctant to give up and get a job as an employee at McDonalds, but soon after stewie hung up the phone stewie found a newspaper that needed a new writer that had the desire to go the distant length.

Judgement Day

I walk down a path that somehow feels so familiar. I feel a bit awkward but i know there is no turning back from what is about to come. I feel a bit estranged but i know I've got to do this. Damn going into this war I don't even know what I should expect to see. Well I see now that everyone in my crew is ready to massacre the competition but I'm not really sure about me. So i decide to take a short walk into the city and have flashbacks on what made me the man that i am today. I see the first time to when i broke a window to the first time that I became interested in writing but the best part of this flashback that i see is that all of the 16yrs that I've lived wasn't wasted one inch. Now i feel the sudden urge to walk into that warehouse and show all of those punks that i never lost my touch. So now the only question of the matter is if my flame can still burn as if each word that came out my mouth was a piece of a historical tablet in the universe.

Underdog

Damn why do people tell me that I will never amount to nothing on a daily basis. Don't they know that everyone shows up just to see the underdog in the competition. Ha! like i give a rats ass on what people have to say about me. I'm an underdog and underdogs never give up. Just like every underdog that walked on this earth I've got something to prove and i know its not to you it's to me. So watch me as i take each step into that damn coliseum and massacre each contender in the stadium. 5minutes later I'm the damn winner in this fight and i don't even care cause those rumors are dissolving faster than a pill in a soda. even though i am now victorious i am still defeated cause each match that i plan to compete in i will still be the underdog in the beginning and even in the end.

And the Winner is.......

Death is a new chance to start all over.

Hello bitches all around the world you thought I was dead but alas my story was never told. Bitch I'm Shredder and that bastard Batman are the Ninja Turtles. So Bruce here is your best shot and watch me fall. To bad cause I'm going to resurrect my self from hell and come back stronger than you would've even imagined. Yo bitch you better come with a force stronger than man. So come to this battle of bitter evil with the original Power Rangers, Spider man, Kim Possible,Al Bundy, The Justice League and for the hell of it call in Robin. Cause I'm pretty sure that Nighwing wants to brawl with me for the last time. Wait a minute you got a team known across the world but don't count me out yet cause I've got Lord Zedd, Rita, Mega and Proto man, Stewie, Bart, ha I've got the megazord bitches and even the green candle you bastard so Tommy is with me. I even got Chucky on my side you damn dumbasses. Now where the fuck is Mewtwo ,Invader Zim or even Xana cause I need some dark forces in the power of my hand.

Bartholomew JoJo "Bart" Simpson

Damn oppression wakes up and captures my dark soul. Who ever knew that one sip of beer would ruin my damn life. Now I'm waking up with bitter pain. Why was I ever born in such a fucked up family. All of those baboons are just laughing it up as their crazy antics just accelerate my flow to be more of a bad ass. Damn I wonder if they really know that my life sucks and even if they did I already know that they wouldn't even give a flying rats ass about me anyways. They got Maggi and Lisa and even Hugo get treated better than me and that bastard lives in the fucking attic. Now I'm forced to reek havoc and unwillingly cut my self in the darkest corners of this fucking damn world. Homer you damn bastard we both secretly knew that Flanders would be a better dad than you anyways and why the fuck did we go to therapy. Cause in the end of the day I became badder than ever you damn douche. So now as I take my knife and cut deep enough to painfully die I will finally be able to live the life that I have always wanted in hell. Oh yea every one in the damn Simpson family sleep with one eye bitches cause if I go to hell.You better believe I will drag you down with me as you damn posers as you fucking sleep.

Oh yea you damn punks can get bent and bitches Eat my Shorts!!!