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Peeps Literature:
Peeps inspire some to poetry, but others are driven to create "Peep-fic."
FIRST PRIZE
SailorSky:
School Lunch
It was an average (e.g. completely horrid) day at Juuban Junior
High, and Reiko Ki was slowly dragging herself to the cafeteria. Her
friends, were already there, unpacking their lunch boxes. Sora sighed
heavily, wondering what kind of sewage the school's cooks claimed was
'nutricous food' was going to ber served that day.
Suddenly, a girl screamed, and the whole cafeteria tried to run
through the doors. A monster had attacked the lunchroom! Sora gasped, and
dashed into the bathroom, but not to relieve her bladder, no! She held up
a small pen and shouted, "PEEP POWER, MAKE-UP!" and transformed into the
crime-fighting super heroine Sailor Peep!
Sailor Peep ran into the cafeteria, and confronted the monster.
"Hey you! Ugly! I am the pretty sailor-suited soldier for Love and
Justice, Sailor Peep! And in the name of Spring candies, You'll be
punished!" She pointed her finger at the thing.
"You?" the monster sneered. "I am Vroonoko, champion of School
Food! Candy will not be allowed!" Vroonoko sent a bolt of lightning at
Sailor Peep, who dodged to the right.
Sailor Peep glared at the monster. "Hey! That isn't nice! Pay the
price of your wrong-doings! SPRING PEEP SUGAR BLAST!" A swirling tornado
of multi-colored sugar flew into Vroonoko, and it was vaporized into
powerdered sugar.
"See? I told ya!" Sailor Peep exclaimed. "Peep Power, Make-DOWN!"
she de-transformed in a flash, turning back into Reiko. "Nasty youma,"
she muttered.
THE END
HONORABLE MENTIONS
Caine187:
Listen closely my friends, for I have a story to tell. I, like many of you was once young, strong and in love. Yes, spring... spring brings me back to my love even when she is not here. For spring is a time when a young man's thoughts turn to love (and even an old mans albeit). How could I describe her? How could I even begin to convince u of her beauty? My limits of a storyteller are shown here but fear not your imaginations will pick up where I left off. ahh yes, she was sooo soft when I held her in my arms, so... pink. Pink and fluffy, yes that describes her so well. She would always giggle when I told her how much she looked like a little pink bunny when she wrinkled her nose. Please sit back folks and listen to the tale of a young man and the peep he will always love.
It was a sunny day in the blooming springtime Forest of Azure. The roses, so freshly sprouted after there winter siesta kissed the bright blue sky with each petal and seemed to relish it's clarity. I sat on a warm sun-baked rock enjoying the fresh air when she happened by, and let me tell you she was very gorgeous indeed! She hopped with an air of sophistication unmatched by even the most mannered of Queens. I saw her lean forward to nibble on some grass, and that's when it happened. Like a sack of bricks love smacked me right in the face and said, "take no prisoners!". So as charming as I could bring myself to be in my lusty haze I approached my beautiful young peep and asked her for a date. "Why yes" she replied, and I was so delighted I thought I might just burst with sunshiney delight. We hopped, and we talked, and I offered her the finest of nuts and berries I had collected earlier that day. We laughed, and we sniffed spots that had been long since buried in the snow. On that same spring night I decided the time was right and I asked my peep, my beautiful peep, if she might marry me? and what more did I know before we were hitched at the altar in las vegas by a man named Elvis (something I can't remember, odd chap), and it was back to the Forest of Azure where we started a family. The finest litter of 8 peeps in the entire forest!
But that's when it happened. A dark eery mist settled over the forest, driving even the lowliest of creatures back to there dens. A storm known only as "Tripod", came blowing through and swept up my beautiful wife and my 8 tiny peeplets, I was helpless to stop as I was out collecting nuts and berries at the time. I will spare your fair ears the details but I must ask one question. For if any of you readers may be able to help me, I would be much obliged. Have you recieved one of my peeps? one of my precious peeps? the last I heard the evil "Tripod" had used my children to it's own advantage and sent them out in e-mails (whatever those are) to people all across an enchanted forest known as "cyberspace". It's a cruel world indeed but with luck, perhaps I could recover my children. Have u recieved any of my sweet little peeps? For now I sit alone on that same rock, even as winter rages by, in hopes that the same evil storm will one day blow back through these parts and return my children to me out of remorse. Until we meet again my friends, do not forget this man's lonely quest for his family of peeps, I bid you goodnight...
SinkingTitanic:
Tomapeepies Revenge
The worst thing happend in my life just two days ago.... it did not happen to me, but to my best friend Phanelopeep. (fa-nell-a-peep) Oh poor poor Phanelopeep. She had to get that stupid tomapeepie. You know those little electonic pet peeps. Well here is how it went.... It was monday and Jill (Phanelopeep's nick name) had just gotten a new tomapeepie, it was so cool you could feed it and spank it and cleen up its sugar droppings and best of all when he gets sick you give him an extra boost of marshmellow cream with a hypodermic needel. Well any way she played with it all day untill he was so fat he didn't fit in the screen! after school i went over to her house (like I always do) and helped with her tomapeepie. Well she thinks that when peeps are full they refuse more food, but as we all know they eat till they... well... they never refuse. But when she fed him that 14,967,385,86 th helping of marshmellow cream, HE EXPLODED OUT OF THE SCREEN! Then he attacked Jill, smothering her with sugery goo! She was screaming for help but the screams were muffled by the goo. I tryed to help but whatever tuched the bloob was taken over by it. Slowly her screams faded away. Then the goo sheank to its origional tomapeepie size, but Jill was gone, she had suffacated and had been eaten by the horrid tomapeepie.The goo jumped back in the sereen and started beeping, i slowly looked over the grey rectangle only find the screen flashing "Ha, ha, ha!" over and over again. so i took a screw driver and slowly undid the screws. the tomapeepie beeped, "NO STOP, DON'T DO THAT PLEASE! NOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo............." There it was dead. I had taken out the batterys. I went outside to burry it while trying to think what to tell her mom. THREE YEARS LATER Oh Billy we will never find Fossils in your yard silly lets go inside. 'KLINK' "Wow Rachel! look it is a tomapeepie! I thought they destroyed all of these after what happened to Phaneopeep. "That peep story is a rumor, but they did stop making them. Here i will put my watch batterys in it." 'BEEP' "oh look Billy it is hungry!"
ThE END
pathawk:
It all started when me and the boys went fishing one time in late September. After gatherin' together our rods and bait and things, we got into the ol' truck and drove off to Lake Youwannapeepeh. We were just 16, the boys and I, and it was our first time fishin' for peeps. Oh, we'd heard tales of peep-fishing, but we'd never actually done it ourselves. Well, that scrawny Willy Smith chickened out on us, sayin' he was too scared of peeps to really wanna catch some. The rest of us strapping young men were brave souls in those days, though, so Buck, Jim, and myself went out and baited our hooks with worms. As I cast out my line, a sense of pride overwhelmed me. By george, it brought tears to my eyes when I caught my first yellow chick peep. I hate it right then and there, although I prolly shoulda let it dry off a bit. Peeps can sure get soggy. My confidence high, I tried my luck again. For two whole hours, I sat in that scorchin' hot sun without catching a single peep. Sure I was sunburned right down to my bones, but back then we had a little something called determination. So I sat, and sat, and sat, until finally there was a tug at my line. I leaped to my feet, and began reelin' her in. Oh, I could tell from the sheer force pullin' on my line that this peep was a beauty. I needed Buck's help to finally get it in, but when I did I sure was glad. That pink bunny was thiiisss (holds out hands) big, I tells ya! Boy, those were the days. Nowadays, you won't find a single peep in Lake Youwannapeepeh. It's a cyrin' shame, but I guess no one can appreciate a freshly caught peep anymore. Them teenagers only go for those disgustin', cellophane wrapped sorry excuses for peeps. Boy, if only they knew what it feels like to catch a peep of yer own. Oh golly, it was exhileratin'.
cath_2:
As a child I knew I could count on two things every Easter. The first was that my mom would threaten to catch 'that darn Easter Bunny' and cook him for dinner and the other was stale marshmallow peeps. One year something happened to change that forever. That was the year I visited 'THE PEEP SEMETARY'. Early Easter morning in 1976 I happily carried my basket across the busy street to show my neighbor. Tragically a peep fell from my basket and was squashed as my brother's sneaker came down on its stale yellowness and forever smashed the poor thing. My neighbor promised to help and took me to the forbidden peep semetary. I buried my peep and said my goodbyes. As soon as I returned home I heard a rustling in the dining room. I cautiously looked around the corner and to my horror saw a filthy, grass covered yellow peep devouring all our Easter baskets. I bravely entered the room and slowly approached the crazed cannibalistic peep as he stuffed a fellow peep in his mouth. For the moment it was occupied until I stepped on a squeaky chicken and alerted it to my presence. He turned viciously toward me and I had no time to think only to react. I quickly stomped it to death with my new white Easter shoes. It was a hideous mess of marshmallow, Easter grass, dirt and yellow sugar. My hair was streaked with the mess, it was on my face and my new church dress, but luckily I was able to avoid the sharp peep fangs. As the peep shrieked its last, my mother entered the room, and let me tell you as she mad. I was in big trouble and she wouldn't even listen about the peep and the peep semetary. She thought I ate all my brother's and sister's candy and tracked all the dirt in the dining room. She was absolutely livid about the condition of my new dress and it was time to leave for Grandma's house. I'm sorry to say my heroic deed was to go unrewarded and until this day no one but I knew of the bravery I was capable of. I have also learned to NEVER bring back the dead no matter how badly you may feel.
Griphin:
It is well known in Greek & Roman mythology, many ridiculous creatures were developed. This is the story of the Peep. The god Zuess once posed as a marshmallow rabbit to lure in a sweet young maiden for pleasure. The result of this was a baby & the greatest king of Rome. Many generations down the line, one of the kings married some friut-loopy lady that wanted to give birth to the greatest king of Rome. She remembered how the Queen generations back & a magickal Peep made a glorious king & decided to try it for herself. She went & found a wild Peep & 'tamed' him. The result of this was not the greatest Roman king, but a half-man, half-Peep, a Peep, or Peepataur, if you will. The ferocios beast frightened many persons, as well as the king, so he hired a great inventor to make a maze so the Peepataur couldn't leave & if anyone was sent in, they had to run through lost & eventually face the wrath of the mighty Peep. After the inventor finished, the king sentenced him & his son, Icaris, to death for they knew the
secrets of the maze. He had them tossed in there but Icaris had unwound a thread all the way from the beggining to where they were & they got out. The two moved on to Crete & Icaris & the inventor constructed wings out of chicky-feathers & white peep inards. Icaris flew too close to the sun & his peep wings melted. He crashed into the sea & his father, devistated for the remainder of his life, held an everlasting hate for the Peeps gooy inards & the Peepataur. We, who haven't had our children killed over sloppy marshmallow wings, do not share this hatred.
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