Stories of my own?

[Vash]

Kind of strange. There are times when right as I'm about to fall asleep, I'll hear things. Sometimes its music, sometimes its poems, apparently sometimes its stories. I guess I think of these myself, but generally I'm too tired and so nothing really makes sense. Sometimes I'll be singing to myself I guess and it'll sound nice and everything, but the next morning I won't remember a thing. Anyways, tonight I had been thinking to myself, when randomly the words "When Weiko told the pigeon to stop being a cave" came into my mind. I then thought "Wait, what? That's not even a full sentence. It bothered me enough I felt I should write it down so I can think about it later. So I did. Eventually it seemed the story continued, so here's what I've got so far.




When Weiko told the pigeon to stop being a cave, it responded:
"I'm not a cave"
"Oh, yeah? Then how are you talking?"
"I'm not"
And just then the pigeon stopped talking and refused to from that point on. Weiko immediately went and informed the police of this cave pigeon. They responded quickly. After all, order needed to be upheld. We couldn't have any pigeon caves flying around. What if it were to poop on somebody? Surely someone unfortunate enough to be pooped on by a cave could never live down the rest of their life. How would you explain that to someone? Who'd even believe you?

The police first had to caste a cheek at the pigeon. (I believe this meant turn the other cheek, but really, I have no idea...)With the pigeon confused they saw now was the time to change it back.

Some may wonder why the police themselves disrupt the laws of the universe. Well, sometimes you have to break laws to save lives. Or in this case, prevent people from getting cave pooped on.

With the pigeon back to normal, Waker decided to head back to work.
"What a day this is already" he thought.
However, before Waker could get back to his job at the iron mills, an officer stopped to question him.
"Since when was your name Waker?"
"I'm not sure what you mean."
"I'm sure you do, now come with me."
Waker reluctantly went. Surely there was some mistake? No mistake, his name had indeed changed.
"Now I'm sure you realize the laws of space and time?"
"I do"
"Very good, then why have you decided to change your name?"
"I haven't, Surely someone else must have."
"Unlikely," responded the officer, "Only you could have done it."
"But even the police can easily change names."
"Are you suggesting it was us?"
"No, but-"
"Good then. Now come with me."
Waker was led to a prison cell. Here, no magic can be used. Perhaps now was a good time to eat his sandwich.
"Ah, a BLT, my favorite."
Upon eating the sandwich he noticed there was a card inside. Perhaps he had won something? No.



Sorry, but at this point I had become awake and thus the story stopped coming to me. Perhaps it shall be continued later. I dunno. Might just be more random stories.
I guess the reason I finally decided to post a story of my own is because I was so tired and it was so random. I didn't exactly try to make it, it came and I wrote it down.
Sorry this is all kind of a mess , but it is nearly 3 in the morning now and I haven't exactly written a story of my own before. (Well, I suppose in D&D >_>)
Anyways, thanks to who ever for reading. (Although I myself am not sure why I decided to post it) I'll probably post more if I can get them down.

[KiddoFreak]

Ah, yes, I've written some weird stuff like this before. I've found they really make the most sense to ourselves. I actually liked it, I wonder what's on the card. Cave pigeons are scary, and "Waker" is a cool name, especially considering the universe decided that would be his name without his consent. I think there's a lot to this, you should continue it and consider re-writing it some day. Heck, if you don't want to, I might. Or I might at least include some of these events in my new adventure story, if you'll let me. Keep writing, this is cool stuff.

[Umbrafire]

Yeah, this is pretty cool. Keep writing down what you think, perhaps it'll make more sense.

[Vash]

Not much, but hey whatever.

No, he had not won something. In fact, he had lost something.
"Congratulations" said the card, "You have lost your identity."
"Well that doesn't help" thought Waker. "I already had that much figured out."
He flipped the card over and read the other side.
'You have been chosen to undergo this task."
Flipping the card over a third time he read:
"Now you know what to do."
Indeed at that moment Waker knew exactly what to do. He pocketed the card and stood up.

He had set the sandwich down for he knew he'd need it later. He simply walked to the door, opened it, and left. The police had only purchased equipment to prevent the use of magic and currently couldn't afford any locks at this point.
Waker began walking toward the rundown part of the city. "The police will notice I'm gone soon, I should hurry." And with that thought Waker began to walk a bit faster.

Soon, he had reached hes destination.
"Hello Waker, I've been waiting for you. As you might know, I am Genus."
Now, Genus is fairly old, at least he appears so. His hair is more gray than white and is fairly short. A beard covers the bottom of his face. Oddly enough, you get the feeling of youth coming from him.
"We should go, the police know where we are by now." Suggested Waker.
"Of course, they always know. Follow me, for now I shall be your guide. I'll try and explain some things later."