How To Win The Race

This is a collaborative piece, with many writers participating but the author started and finished it! Learn more here about Collaborative Creative Writing at Any Age!

by Tadhg

The red birds were flying all around them telling them to go home - they had no chance of winning the race anyway so why bother trying?  But Pip, the smallest of the blue birds, was having none of it.
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Suddenly Pip flew to his house and grabbed a magnum screaming “Carl” and then he ran out of his house and started shooting into the sky still screaming “Caaarrrlll” and then he shot someone and that someone was Harrison Ford on the scene of Indian Jones 42.

“Carl! Carl.  Where are you?”  It was a second before Pip realized what he was doing, where he was. “Oh! Mr. Ford! I’m so sorry.  Mr Ford, nice to meet you, though”, Pip said looking rather embarrassed. “I’ll just leave, I guess … see you later…”. Pip awkwardly ran out the open door and bumped into the chest of his old buddy, Carl, who was laughing his face off.  Pip sighed, “Why’d you have to set me up?”  “Why are you carrying a magnum?”, Carl shot back. “Uh …” Pip started, “I felt like it?”

“This is weird”, Carl said.  “Well, you see, I ran home and found this,” he said.  “Just … don’t point it at me,” Carl said.  “And why did you shoot this man?”, Carl asked. “I needed some entertainment?” Pip said.  “NO!” said Carl. “You don’t kill people!” Carl shouted, “I do!”  Carl then took the magnum from Pip and shot Pip.

Then Carl shot himself.  
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After all the chaos, Pip, with a gunshot wound, crawled to the finish line then he reached in his pockets and took out his iGame theory fidget spinner and spun it while watching the emojis movie on his iPhone and his last words were “that’s how you *cough* beat the race”, then he died and everyone cheered and had a grand feast.