Iffyness

My dear wifey Caitlin thinks that I should be in Army of Blog. I think otherwise. I personally do not think that my writing would actually be good enough for such a group. I mean, just look at the sort of genius that they are able to spew forth. I could only dream of having as much talent as they do. Sooooo, as evidence of my horrific skill as a writer, I have put up a story that I wrote not too long ago. It's just a little short one so not much to read for ya.

A figure sits in a tree. He is all alone but he prefers it that way. He reaches out to one of the branches and plucks an apple from it. The apple looks dead and rotten, but that's how things are in this world. Everything that we think of as being good and pure are seen as evil and revolting there. That's just how things are for those that live in that world. The figure in the tree takes a bite of the rotten brown apple and stares at the town laying at the bottom of the hill. The town is littered with candles that look like a million pinpoints of light to the figure in the tree. A family of Jack o' lanterns fly by over head and into the distance. All is quiet except for the cacling of a far off raven. The figure in the tree finds the noise to be very relaxing as he settles comfortably on a branch. Slowly the murmur of a voice at the bottom of the hill grows louder and louder. The figure in the tree quickly becomes irritated as he realizes that the murmur is actually his nam e being called out in a fast and repetetive manner. To compound his irritation, the voice belonged to Patchy the Boy Pirate who had a habit of emphasizing the wrong syllables of words. So, tot he figure in the tree, it sounded like:
"na'Illna'Illna'Illna'Illna'Illna'Illna'Illna'Illna'Illna'Illna'Illna'Illna'Ill"
The figure in the tree ,whose real name was Nale, didn't think badly of Patchy but rather hated having his peace disturbed so harshly. Patchy the Boy Pirate was small in stature but big on heart and even bigger on egotism. He is truly convinced that he can take over the world with his small wooden sword and his sewn together costume that his mother made for him. As soon as the cotton horns of Patchy's hat were visible, Nale hopped out of the tree and took a deep breath. When Patchy's face came over the hill Nale uttered only one word, "SHUDAP!" It was enough to bring patchy to silence. Nale and Patchy had a brief conversation after which Nale felw quicky back to town. Patchy had painted a picture of death and destruction happening within his house which had made Nale, the only hero around, to rush into action. When Nale finally reached Patchy's house he was greeted by nothing more than a common Wing Rat. Nale, being throughly agitated at this point, decides on a simple solution; he catches the winged rodent and drop kicks it to kingdom come. After this peaceful resolution to things Nale walks home, closes his door, and barracades it completely leaving poor ol' Patchy to think about what he had done.