The Worst Story Ever Written (or University Entrance Exam)

Space-Captain John William Anderson pushed the hair out of his face, stepped off of his Nimbus SpeedCycle and took a quick look around the area. If there was going to be trouble, he thought, this is where it would happen. The rain poured down hard on them both, making loud patta-patta-patta sounds against the hard concrete.

“That’s onomatopoeia.” he yelled behind him at his companion, remembering what he had learned from his wise-old ninja master. “After all this rising action, we must be approaching the climax soon.”

A rustling could be heard down a dark alley. John William Anderson reached for his laser-crossbow and set it to Level 24. Danger was lurking here.

“Wait here. I’ll check this out.” he said, slowly walking in the direction of the noise.

The rain poured harder and it was getting tough to see. He put on his night-vision glasses and set them to night-vision mode, illuminating the alleyway a little more. Still nothing. He ventured a little deeper.

He thought he heard something being whispered up ahead. Confused and uncertain, he kept walking forward down the dark alley. Garbage cans littered the red-bricked alley walls (pun not intended). Suddenly he heard yelling behind him.

“Watch out!” cried Maria Spanks.

He turned around: this was no hyperbole! He totally could’ve easily taken down one or two, but three Velociraptors were just too many to stop.

“Nooooooooooooo!!!!!!”