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Topic: My Smurf Story
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Smurf My Turf
Baby Smurf
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posted 07-27-2011 03:09 PM
I've made a Smurf fan fic. It's my first one so please leave some positive feedback.Here we go then, enjoy! ![[Cool]](cool.gif)
Gargamel had done it. He had every single Smurf in his evil clutches. He had found the secret location of their village and unbeknownst to the Smurfs, he had destroyed it. They were all suspended from the ceiling in a cage. Nobody was talking, unless you count Gargamel who was singing (I'll fry a few and pickle a few and serve a few real cold. I'll roast a few and toast a few and boil six Smurfs for gold.) Papa Smurf was trying to think of a logical plan whilst cradling a silently weeping Smurfette.
"What will we do, Papa Smurf? There's nobody left to save us!" said Handy, breaking the silence.
“I HATE nobody left to save us!!!” Grouchy piped up.
"I'm working on it, Handy." Papa replied. "I want all of you to start looking for an escape route! Try and think of all possible ways we can Smurf out of here..."
The Smurfs started talking in hushed voices, mumbling so that Gargamel wouldn’t hear them.
"Right," Hefty began to a group of ten Smurfs. "If we all Smurf our weight to one side of the cage, then the other, it will become unbalanced and become unhooked. Then, when the cage smashes, we all Smurf in different directions to confuse Gargamel. After that, we jump out of the window and we're home sweet Smurf!"
"That is not a good plan, Hefty!" Brainy piped up in his usual pose, eyes closed, finger held aloft. "For one, you were not using your eyes like my perfect observation skills. There is CLEARLY no hook, just a screw in the ceiling. As Papa Smurf ALWAYS says..."
CRASH! Azreial had become impatient of waiting for his master to warm up the stew pot and had decided to play a game of bash the cage. The wooden prison swung precariously, as the Smurfs held tightly to the bars. "Azreial, you foolish cat! Stop that at once!" Gargamel came running over, only to have the cage hit him on the back of the head. The cage became unhooked from the ceiling (Yes, Brainy was wrong, surprise surprise!) and cracked Azeriel in his head. With both villains unconscious and the cage in pieces, the Smurfs ran to the door and heaved it open. Then it was plain sailing from there. They ran home, laughing all the way.
Nobody spoke. They all just gaped and stared at the smoking remains of their once beautiful village. The only building left standing was the storehouse, which not only held food, but a few of each Smurfs belongings. Such as a few of Jokey’s surprises and Smurfette’s dresses and Brainy’s Quotation books, no matter how many times the Smurfs said no, he still put them in there.
"Gar...Gargamel did this..." said Greedy "...the dirty rotten Smurf!"
"Language!" Papa scolded. "What’s important now is that we find somewhere to stay.” Papa Smurf then climbed up on his podium mushroom. "My little Smurfs, Gargamel now knows the location of our village. We must work quickly, before he comes round and returns. Gather all your essentials from the storehouse and meet back here. Now go, Quickly!"
After about ten minutes, everybody had little bundles on their backs filled with their belongings. Papa Smurf led the crowd of blue and white South, where he reckoned they would find shelter. They walked for hours and hours, through the never ending forest. Every so often they would find a smurfberry bush or a sarsaparilla crop and would stop for a break. When the sun started to set, everysmurf was exhausted, but still, they couldn't stop. “Papa Smurf! I can't go on!” Smurfette said. “My feet hurt so much!”
“But we must press on, my little Smurfs!” Papa said. “Gargamel will catch us if we stop.” They walked a little while longer until a small stone house came into view. It was a deep blue and seemed to be made of marble, as it had little glittery bits scattered here and there.
The Smurfs went up to the door and all made a joint effort to pull the doorbell rope. A deep hollow bell tolled twice...then nothing...it seemed as though nobody was home. The window was slightly open so, even though it went against his rule of entering other people’s homes without permission, Papa decided they should climb through it.
Inside, it was dark. There was a lingering smell of spiced peaches that made Greedy salivate. The walls were blood red and had purple splodges all over them and the floor was made of a dark wood and was scattered with deep purple, fake sheep skin rugs. In the corner there was a bed with a glow-in-the-dark duvet. There was a mahogany table in the middle of the room piled with bottles filled with different coloured liquids and rolls of parchment. A large bookshelf stood against one of the walls, holding all the classic novels you can think of, encyclopaedias, spell books and books in lots of different languages. Also, on the far side of the room lay an oven, upon which stood a pot, simmering on the hob. This pot contained whatever was making the gorgeous peachy smell that drifted up the Smurfs noses.
“Alright, my little Smurfs,” Papa began, surveying the surroundings. “You may all rest. But keep on your toes, as the house owner may come back any second.” All the Smurfs went off to explore this strange place. Papa, although, was more interested in this table with all its strange liquids. He strolled over to it and jumped up onto it. He unstoppered the nearest bottle of purple liquid and took a deep lung full of scent. It smelt of honey, eucalyptus and licorice. “If I am not mistaken...” Papa Smurf mused to himself. “...this seems to be a herbal remedy. But for what?”
“I HATE holes in the floor!!!”
“Papa Smurf!!! Look what we found!” he span around to see Hefty holding open a trapdoor in the floor. Brainy popped his head up from under the floor with a pocket sized diary encased in white leather. “There's millions of other ones down there too, all by the same person, Papa Smurf!” Brainy started, much to all the Smurfs dismay. “But something doesn't add up! There are some here from about 400 years ago! Do you know what I think, Papa Smurf? I think that we should consider going somwhere else Papa Smurf! I mean you always say, Papa Smurf, Smurf when the Smurfings good. And another thing...”
Brainy landed on his head just outside the window, glasses askew. 'When will I learn that the other Smurfs don't appreciate my intilectual values?' He thought.
“I know it's rude to read peoples diaries, Papa Smurf,” Poet said “but there are some poetry books down here too. Can I read them for inspiration? I can start my new Ode to Being On The Run.”
“No. Nobody is reading anyone’s personal books. It's cheeky enough staying in somebody’s house without them knowing.”
Who's house are they in? What will happen when they come home? Will Gargamel find them? ![[Gargamel]](graemlins/gargamel.gif) Thankyou for reading. Watch this space for the next chapter! ![[Big Grin]](biggrin.gif)
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I want My Turf Smurfed this instant!
Posts: 19 | From: Smurf Village | Registered: Jun 2011
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Binky
Smurfling
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posted 08-03-2011 02:33 AM
My what an exciting introduction! Please keep us informed of your story continuation smurf my turf!
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I smurf, therefore I smurf.
Posts: 91 | From: Schlumpftopia | Registered: Jan 2009
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Squeaky Smurf
Hering Smurf
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posted 08-13-2011 05:30 PM
Very great beginning, Smurf_My_Turf. Keep on smurfin' with your story! ![[Smile]](smile.gif) ![[Smurfette]](graemlins/smurfette.gif) ![[Vanity Smurf]](graemlins/Vanity_Smurf.gif) ![[Happy Smurf]](graemlins/Happy_Smurf.gif)
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Keep on always smurfin'!!
Posts: 7498 | From: Rio de Janeiro, Brazil | Registered: Jul 2008
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Smurfy1For2
Blue Believer
Member # 1224
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posted 08-13-2011 10:14 PM
Very smurfy!!
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u wished u rocked as i
Posts: 1969 | From: Fairfield, VA | Registered: Nov 2005
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