User blog:Russian One/I know this is off-topic but...

Please don't delete my story, and please read it then tell me if it is good or not, please not hate.

This is part one, part two, the last part, will be up soon as long as this is not deleted for being off topic.

The 5,000 year old aquamarine paint was nearly completely chipped off, revealing ancient, pale white would that was the frame of the infamous Lightning Strike. With 17 corkscrews, a speed of 491 mph, and the highest peak at 1,789 feet, the wooden structure was easily ranked the North Pole’s #1 roller coaster.

Nathan was a penguin who lived in a little igloo in a village near the Aspen Point Amusement Park, the amusement park that was the home of the Lightning Strike. Not once had Nathan passed down the chance to ride a roller coaster, not once in his entire six months of life. So, as predictable as an iPod having music, Nathan was determined to ride the Lightning Strike before he would be forced to migrate to the South Pole, when he would turn seven months old, in less than a week. With the determination of an English Soccer Player, Nathan left his igloo, went into his shiny, jet black Lamborghini, and drove over to the Aspen Point Amusement Park.

Once he was approximately half a mile away from his igloo, according to his GPS, Nathan started to suffer from intense reactions of true anxiety. Of course, this failed to delay Nathan of continuing to the amusement park. He was not about to pass up this chance to ride the Lightning Strike. Subsequent to a long 40 minutes of driving, Brain arrived at the Aspen Point Amusement Park.

He paid for his ticket and started out into the tremendous crowd of all the other penguins who decided to visit the amusement park on that January day. It wasn’t difficult to locate the Lightning Strike, considering that its peak rose above all the other rides. And when Nathan came closer to the Lightning Strike, he realized that the line was extremely short, neatly completely isolated from the excitement surrounding the rest of the amusement park. This meant that he didn’t have a massive line to shelter behind, that he didn’t have the time he expected to mentally prepare himself.

Soon, he found himself climbing into the rusted metal train of the Lightning Strike. The dark black, on the contrary, was comfortable, despite the aspect that it was vastly aged and ripped. Staring at the severely rusted track ahead, Nathan wondered just how much rain had fallen on the track over the course of its 5,000 years of existence, he thought of all the souls who have looked down the very same track before him, and how different it must have looked when it was newly built.

Rapidly, the train started down the track, and with the bulky safety bar holding him down, he realized there was no going back. Nathan squealed with terror as the train rolled down the hill. The hill’s valley was 7,500 feet below the surface of Aspen Point Amusement Park, and Nathan couldn’t see at all. Darkness corrupted the crumbling tunnel, and then... the train... stopped. Nathan felt a strong reaction of tension consuming him. The 5,000 year old aquamarine paint was nearly completely chipped off, revealing ancient, pale white would that was the frame of the infamous Lightning Strike. With 17 corkscrews, a speed of 491 mph, and the highest peak at 1,789 feet, the wooden structure was easily ranked the North Pole’s #1 roller coaster.

Nathan was a penguin who lived in a little igloo in a village near the Aspen Point Amusement Park, the amusement park that was the home of the Lightning Strike. Not once had Nathan passed down the chance to ride a roller coaster, not once in his entire six months of life. So, as predictable as an iPod having music, Nathan was determined to ride the Lightning Strike before he would be forced to migrate to the South Pole, when he would turn seven months old, in less than a week. With the determination of an English Soccer Player, Nathan left his igloo, went into his shiny, jet black Lamborghini, and drove over to the Aspen Point Amusement Park.

Once he was approximately half a mile away from his igloo, according to his GPS, Nathan started to suffer from intense reactions of true anxiety. Of course, this failed to delay Nathan of continuing to the amusement park. He was not about to pass up this chance to ride the Lightning Strike. Subsequent to a long 40 minutes of driving, Brain arrived at the Aspen Point Amusement Park.

He paid for his ticket and started out into the tremendous crowd of all the other penguins who decided to visit the amusement park on that January day. It wasn’t difficult to locate the Lightning Strike, considering that its peak rose above all the other rides. And when Nathan came closer to the Lightning Strike, he realized that the line was extremely short, neatly completely isolated from the excitement surrounding the rest of the amusement park. This meant that he didn’t have a massive line to shelter behind, that he didn’t have the time he expected to mentally prepare himself.

Soon, he found himself climbing into the rusted metal train of the Lightning Strike. The dark black, on the contrary, was comfortable, despite the aspect that it was vastly aged and ripped. Staring at the severely rusted track ahead, Nathan wondered just how much rain had fallen on the track over the course of its 5,000 years of existence, he thought of all the souls who have looked down the very same track before him, and how different it must have looked when it was newly built.

Rapidly, the train started down the track, and with the bulky safety bar holding him down, he realized there was no going back. Nathan squealed with terror as the train rolled down the hill. The hill’s valley was 7,500 feet below the surface of Aspen Point Amusement Park, and Nathan couldn’t see at all. Darkness corrupted the crumbling tunnel, and then... the train... stopped. Nathan felt a strong reaction of tension consuming him.

The 5,000 year old aquamarine paint was nearly completely chipped off, revealing ancient, pale white would that was the frame of the infamous Lightning Strike. With 17 corkscrews, a speed of 491 mph, and the highest peak at 1,789 feet, the wooden structure was easily ranked the North Pole’s #1 roller coaster.

Nathan was a penguin who lived in a little igloo in a village near the Aspen Point Amusement Park, the amusement park that was the home of the Lightning Strike. Not once had Nathan passed down the chance to ride a roller coaster, not once in his entire six months of life. So, as predictable as an iPod having music, Nathan was determined to ride the Lightning Strike before he would be forced to migrate to the South Pole, when he would turn seven months old, in less than a week. With the determination of an English Soccer Player, Nathan left his igloo, went into his shiny, jet black Lamborghini, and drove over to the Aspen Point Amusement Park.

Once he was approximately half a mile away from his igloo, according to his GPS, Nathan started to suffer from intense reactions of true anxiety. Of course, this failed to delay Nathan of continuing to the amusement park. He was not about to pass up this chance to ride the Lightning Strike. Subsequent to a long 40 minutes of driving, Brain arrived at the Aspen Point Amusement Park.

He paid for his ticket and started out into the tremendous crowd of all the other penguins who decided to visit the amusement park on that January day. It wasn’t difficult to locate the Lightning Strike, considering that its peak rose above all the other rides. And when Nathan came closer to the Lightning Strike, he realized that the line was extremely short, neatly completely isolated from the excitement surrounding the rest of the amusement park. This meant that he didn’t have a massive line to shelter behind, that he didn’t have the time he expected to mentally prepare himself.

Soon, he found himself climbing into the rusted metal train of the Lightning Strike. The dark black, on the contrary, was comfortable, despite the aspect that it was vastly aged and ripped. Staring at the severely rusted track ahead, Nathan wondered just how much rain had fallen on the track over the course of its 5,000 years of existence, he thought of all the souls who have looked down the very same track before him, and how different it must have looked when it was newly built.

Rapidly, the train started down the track, and with the bulky safety bar holding him down, he realized there was no going back. Nathan squealed with terror as the train rolled down the hill. The hill’s valley was 7,500 feet below the surface of Aspen Point Amusement Park, and Nathan couldn’t see at all. Darkness corrupted the crumbling tunnel, and then... the train... stopped. Nathan felt a strong reaction of tension consuming him. His heart started throbbing violently. Could it be possible, that over 5,000 years of operation, it could break down? Could it be possible that Nathan would breathe his last breath in this gloomy, miserable, dark tunnel? Overcome with melancholic thoughts, Nathan fell asleep.

TO HOPEFULLY BE CONTINUED