Five-Hundred Word Challenge 99: The day of the sun

Today is Sunday, the day of the sun, in which we celebrate the moment when the sun tried to eat the universe and failed horribly, then decided to go within itself to prevent itself from doing such a silly, insane act, thus creating the star known as the sun, as we refer to it, that we also happen to rotate around with some sort of speed that cuts through space like a hot knife through a cold knife.

Yep. There’s no end to my imagination when it comes to these things.

However, this is a story that is so true that you will have no way of believing the truth in it.

So anyway, it was a cold and lonely day and the sun (formerly known as Roderick) was waking up after a night spent going on a drunken bender.

the three day growth was real and it had had enough of the killer headache (it had been one second far too long to want to deal with in any capacity).

Then it started getting really angry and started raging at everything, slowly punching all the other stars and kicking the planets as hard as it could because it was annoyed.

you see, Roderick had a hangover cure that was perfected and needed it badly, for the drunken bender was something that was not intentional.

Someone had stolen the hangover cure and Roderick wanted to know who did, but no one was confessing (because no one knew who did, thus preventing Roderick from finding out).

Eventually Roderick got so angry about not getting the information that Roderick decided that the only way to go from here was to go supernova.

Everything began to get consumed by the massive amounts of energy that were being released and the explosion was amplified by the headache and rage that was… raging… inside of Roderick.

It spread quite far, quite fast and it seemed that there was nothing that could be done to stop the inevitable.

It didn’t take long before the entire universe was being consumed by this explosion.

Suddenly, Roderick realised that this path was unnecessary and had gone on for far too long.

It might have also helped that Roderick realised that the cure was in its three day growth.

Roderick knew that the only way to stop what was happening by going within itself and taking the cure to its core.

Using all of its might, Roderick began to slowly force its way within itself, pushing past all the energy that was rushing past at a continuously accelerated pace, gradually becoming more and more damaged the further in it went, but refusing to stop, for whilst it was cold, the universe needed saving that day.

Eventually Roderick got to the core and saw its headache and rage.
Using what strength it had left, it launched as hard as it could towards these two entities, holding the cure aloft.

Then Roderick was reborn as the sun.

That is why there’s Sunday.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 09:45:24
Pretty happy with that time as I paused a bit towards the end.

A wonderfully stupid story to read on your Sunday.

Happy Sunday.

Written in bed

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About stupidityhole

I'm some guy that does stuff. The standards. Creating amazing effigies, scaling mountains using my feet only and replacing the very fabric of reality. Serious time! I enjoy writing. I make music in some of my spare time. Currently working somewhat full time and studying as well. Also working on self-improvement. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out.
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2 Responses to Five-Hundred Word Challenge 99: The day of the sun

  1. Nice. I like your idea here. Your reintroducing the sun. But i would look to trim wherever possible. Example: how we refer to it. We know we call it the sun.

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    • Understandable. I thank you for your tip.

      However, the reason why I do the five-hundred word challenges, other than for the purpose of (hopefully) giving something to people that is at least satisfactory to read, is to work on stream-of-conscious writing.

      Usually when I sit down and work on something for a while, it’s a bit more together than this.

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