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Guitar

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 15:53

Guitar

 

Guitar is one of the best instruments in the world because you can play any music like classic on the electric or even pop on acoustic. The other reason which is really funny is because one time a my guitar was on fire and it went alive.

 

This is the story.

 

On time I was looking at some pictures of how to customise my guitar and I saw a really cool pic of a flaming guitar

 

Just like this one

 

Well I couldn't find the pic so if you want you can type in cool flaming guitar on google and it will look cool.

 

But I will continue the story, so where was I oh yes I was looking at the pic and my guitar saw it, wait what a guitar alive, yes a guitar alive bob, so when it saw the picture it got up on its front legs,and don’t even ask how she or he  did that, and he headed right for the stove fire!!!. When i saw that I straight away got the thought,”it mustv got it from the picture. But not wasting any time i ran to get the guitar but it already jumped into the stove and it of course caught fire. After that it got out and it was flaming, i ran to the fire extinguisher and sprayed it on the guitar, by the way it was my favorite guitar, so i spreyed it it went of fire but it was all burned, i grabbed it sat into my toyota and drove to the nearest music repair shop and told them what happened and they told me to show how big the problem was I took out the guitar and handed it to the keeper. He told me it wasn't that big of deal and he said it will be fixed in 2 days and i was just relieved that it could get fixed

 

So this is basically the end of this strange story but it was kind of funny and also for a joke a little lower

 

JOKE: Which kind of key opens the door to thanksgiving

Answer : a turkey

JOKE: I have a pen I have an arm

ASWSER:a army pen

 

That One Pickle

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 15:52

                                      That One Pickle

          By:Cooper Newell    

 

       Once upon a time there was a poor man that could only afford a small pickle jar he had been saving his money almost the entire month!So he walked down to the market and said one pickle jar please the manager then said”that's the last jar”thanks a lot said the poor man he walked out of the market and went back to his home under the town's bridge he then opened up the tightly closed pickle jar and found what he had never seen not even in his dreams what he saw was a glittering gold pickle that looked so delicious that he could devour it whole!so the old man took a small bite out of the golden pickle and his old rags turned into a gold cape and a glittering crown and his bridge turned into a big castle and a huge barrel that was filled of gold and you might as well say he was a king the old man couldn't just stay there he had to tell everyone the miracle he first ran to the old fruit stand right across the street from his old house under the town’s bridge he said to the woman who was running the stand I’m the richest of them all I'm the most awesome of them all and I’m the most handsome of them all you are you are the woman said the king then ran to the blacksmith shop and said to the crafter I’m the richest of them all I’m the awesomest of them all and I’m the most handsome of them all you are you are the crafter said the king then ran to the magic shop there was a old woman that almost looked like a with the king said to the witch I’m the richest of them all I’m the awesomest of them and I’m the most handsome of them all the witch then said in a hideous voice you're to greedy so i will cast a spell on you that will make it so you will never be any of those again the old witch cast a spell on the king that turned him into a snail forever!the king was never heard of again  

 

Moral of the story: Don't ever be too greedy :)

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Just Because

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 15:51

On February vacation, I am going to Virginia for 5 days. I am leaving the two days before vacation actually start. I am going on a plane for my first time, and I am going with my grandmother and my mom. We are going to Virginia to see my cousin and my NEW baby, she's my 2nd cousin. Her name is Harper and today she is 6 days old. I am really excited because this will be my first time meeting her, going on a plane, and going to Virginia.

A Treasure at the Flea Market

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 15:50

Once there was a girl named Emily  and she went to a flea market because she really wanted a watch and she thought the ones at the flea market are going to be cheaper. So she looked around and there was allsorts of stuff. She though their are none here. So she kept walking around to see if their was anything she wanted. Then she saw it a watch it looked in good shape it worked, so she bought it. The lady said “Be careful with you do with it.”

“Ok.” she said. She put on the watch and walked home satisfied. When she got home she said to her mom “I got a watch at the flea market.”

“How much was it.” Emily’s mom asked

“Ten dollars.” she went up stairs and tried to set her watch, when she did it popped open and there was a portal. Then she thought where does it go? Then she thought it is not big enough for me to fit in it. She turned in a circle thinking and she was turning there was a click noise like something was poping into place then out  and a flash. She started turning again but slowly this time. Then she heard a pop and stopped spinning she looked on her wall and the portal was not in the watch it was on her wall she looked at the watch the portal was not in it and the watch was closed. She really wanted to see what was in the portal so she stepped in…. In the portal was a stream and across the stream was elves playing happily. She was astounded at them they were so beautiful their long silky hair and their eye’s were so beautiful. She jumped across the stream and said not meaning to “Wow.” they stopped and looked.

Then one said “We  have had no visitors in years, what is your name?”

“Emily.” she said quietly.

“Nice to meet you, do you want to play?”

“Sure.” so they played all day and when it was night she went back though the portal ate dinner and drifted of to sleep.      

 

 

Bad Lip Reading (extended version (2))

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 15:48

I'm gonna ride across the desert,
ya know,
I'm gonna glide in my speeder,
and hope,
that I don't find anymore,
crispy bodies by the door.
I hated seeing those crispy specimens,
I loved them so much they were my best friends,
The only choice I am left with is to ride,
to ride and glide and ride and glide.
Moving along in my speeder,
I think about my crispy aunt and how much I need her,
to read me a bedtime story,
cause otherwise bedtime is boring.
So I'm just gonna ride across the desert,
ya know,
I'm gonna glide in my speeder,
and hope,
that I don't find anymore,
crispy bodies by the door.

Snail Fire

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 15:42

I just knew it when me and my co-firefighters heard the siren that played the dubstep remix of "Catch me Outside How Bout Dat." We knew that we were going to be in a pickle because that the siren that informs us when a snail crawls into an electrical box and starts a fire at a thrift shop. As we drive over, I start to realize that the 3 months I have been a firefighter, my hands have become so calloused it's like a callous spell was placed on me. When we get there, we carefully extract the dead snail and put out the fire to realize we found a purse. Not just any purse, but a gold purse wrapped in glass with gold on it. Little did we know that that would change my life.

Bob's Voice

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 15:30

I just knew that this would happen, that everything would turn black in just minutes. I don't know how I knew, but I just had this funny feeling that it would happen. It all started when I was walking down the street with my friend Bob.

Then I said to Bob, "Bob, something bad is going to happen." 

He said back, "What do you mean?"

I said, "Bob, I am going to get hurt and in any moment everything is going to turn back."

And like I said, I was right. This car came flying by, and it hit me. Everything turned black. I couldn't see anything. All I could do was hear. I heard Bob calling my name, saying "Wake up," but for some reason, I couldn't wake up and his voice was fading away. I was dying...

Kro'nam's Fall

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 15:22

"Quick! In here!"

"Leinahtan, I know you're crazy, but I guess we don't really have a choice, do we?"

"It isn't that bad. I searched down here for ages and only found a life supply of foo-"

"Wait! What? A supply of food that is big enough for you?"

"Yes. I was about to make a remark on that and tell you that I also found this."

A shining crystal that looked like it belonged hanging at the center of a magical chandelier is on this pedestal at what seemed like the end of the CREEPY cave. Although, now I think that there is a secret entrance to that food supply that I'm guessing went through a portal to a realm of infinite food, seeing as how Leinahtan thinks it could supply him for life and that this cave isn't creepy. Well, I think he grew accustomed to the cave after so many years of being in it.

"What is THAT!?!?"

"This, my friend, is a-"

"Did you just call me, "friend?"

"Yes. Now, it's a prison crystal."

"Woah!"

This is it! This is how we'll kill Kro'nam!

Scraps the Monkey

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 15:20

When I was younger my family and I had always gone on road trips. One particular summer, something weird had happend. We went to a gas station to get snacks and gas. I had gotten some cereal, Cinnamon Toast Crunch to be exact. Whilest I was going through the lanes of food and alcohol, I had noticed something, weird like something that was out of place. It had been a stuffed money with a torn arm and big red glass eyes and looked as if the legs had been too small for its body. I had picked it up and had a weird aura, a bad or evil kind of aura, but since I was just a kid I hadn't had a second thought about it. I had asked my Dad if I could buy the thing, he agreed and we had taken it to the cashier and she had said "This isn't an item we sell. It was probally left behind by some baby or child. I'll let you have it for free though, so take good care of it". And so I even gave it a name. Scraps, Scraps the monkey and I took great care of him for did for 9 years, until I was 14 I had taken very well care of it. When your that age though you usualy get rid of the stuffed animals and little toys you had when your younger. I did sell Scraps at a yard sale to a little girl who had fallen in love with it. But once I did I had a dark and depressing feeling and couldn't sleep at night. It was like some kind of curse. Now I'm no religious person or a believer in the superstitious but this really felt like a haunting or a curse.

I had gone with this for a few years and just went with this bad feeling, but now at 20 I'm feeling as if I'm being watched. I'm not sure what but by someone or something. When I had been coming back from my run down job, I had seen Scraps on my doorstep to my house. He was in a basket with a note in it, it had read "It's been a while Lucy". I was very weirded out and scared and confused, I had no idea how he got here and how he knew where I lived. I had picked up Scraps and investigated him a bit. Then I threw him in the street and a semi-truck had ran into him and stuck onto the truck. He was gone. The next day I still felt like being watched and so I was more careful then usual. Looking around more. While I walked to my job I hadn't seen Scraps. I thought he was gone for good. When I had gotten home, I did the usual, ate some noodles and showered and went to bed. But when I had gotten up it was about 2 am. I couldn't move, it felt like someone had been sitting ontop of me. It was suffacating me, I tried to yell but nothing came out of my mouth. Then I heard the most gross and earpiercing screech I had heard in my life and then I could finally move. I jolted up and then I had been in awe, I felt like my whole stomach had dropped. I had seen a decapitated head on the top of my dresser. Her blood dripping down my dresser onto my wood flood. Drip...drip...drip. At this point I had vomited and wet myself and ran into the bathroom. I locked the door and looked in the tub. I pulled back the curtains and to my suprise, I saw him. It was Scraps, in my bathtub, half-way filled with blood sat Scraps. My childhood monkey had become a demon possesed stuffed animal. I ran into the kitchen and grabbed my knife and lighter. I stabbed Scraps 12 times then set the blood in the tub on fire. The whole bathroom went a flame. My right hand got 3rd degree burns and had to patch it up. Now I had to deal with the head. I didn't know how it was but she was a beutiful lady. Silky black hair and a face of a goddess. I had to remove it. I put it in a trash bag and tried to put it in the dumpster out back. 

I admit, I had looked suspicious with a trash bag with only a thing that looked like a watermelon in it. I still had my knife on me if I had seen Scraps again. There had been a man near the dumpster and he had seen me. I didn't want him to report me for suspious behavior so I had stabbed him eight times in the neck and put his body in the dumpster too. I had to get out of there, and fast. I had such a rush of adrenaline and I loved it! My heart beating at the speed of sound and I could feel my muscles pulsing, I noticed that I liked this. I liked this discusting act of killing. I heard myself say this and was shocked. I didn't want to be proud of killing but it was great. I might be going insane but I love it. It's great! I have now killed 47 people and haven't been caught. The police think im dead, I get my money off the bodies so I can buy things and live.

I have to thank you Scraps. It's been great meeting you and I love my fate. Now I must go. See you all.

life

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 15:14

life is a gift, use it wisely. 

some people don't, they will try to hurt you and drag you down.

don't listen to those people. Listen to your heart, to yourself.

Be strong, don't let people get to you.

treat your gift with care, don't ignore it, or it will die.

don't coddle it, or else it when is alone it will die

treat your life carefully. 

Theo's Fault

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 15:12

     It was all Theo's fault. Ha ha, just kidding. He started it, though. We were just in class, working on a science experiment when he decided to lob my science book across the room into the opposite chemistry lab. Yeah, it broke stuff. Yes, chemicals went everywhere. But it wasn't me. At this point, Mr. Erate sees the horrible mess. He picks up the object of destruction, and, of course, my name is on it. He yells out my name, and I pushed Theo into the table. He makes a huge scene of it, flailing and breaking glasses and tupperware. At this point, we were both laughing and covered in broken glass and chemicals. Then, Mr. Erate's voice cut through the pandemonium like a thousand-degree knife through anything. I just knew I was screwed.

The "bad guy"

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 15:09

I look up at the gloomy sky, and back at the welcome mat. "Well" I say to myself, "This is the house" I studder slightly in my words. "Rethinking coming here is to late" I say reaching in my pocket, I pulled out a lock pick, "It's the best house on the block". I reach for the doorknob, and stick the lock pick in like a key. I hear the slight *tinkle tinkle* of the doorknob as I wriggle the pick. It opened. I instantly feel the warmth of the house make me feel cozy in the house, but I remind myself I can't stay for long. I pull my black sock mask over my head, turn on the dim lights, and went on to creep down the hallway, each step made a small creak on the polished wooden floor. I walk into an extremely dark living room only lit by the red light of the T.V. screen. "Bingo!" I say very quietly. I unplug the TV and hoisted the flat screen up and held it tight with by hands. But I felt my heart sink as I took a step and felt something different than the living room rug. Something. . . was BREATHING. My heart seemed to pound out of my chest and I heard it. The GROWLING, I could feel its eyes open and teeth show, I involuntarily throw the T.V. across the room into the darkness and run for my life as the dog barks and chases after. Behind my I hear over the dogs nails clicking behind me as I run around in random rooms, the T.V. crashing against the wall and breaking glass and and someone gasping upstairs. I quickly remember, THE FRONT DOOR is OPEN. I try and retrace my steps until. . . the dog, it lurched towards me in an aggressive manner and it clung onto my arm with all its might. I feel every coursing bit of pain in my shoulder I could ever have. "AaAAaaAAaAAhHhHHh" I scream in agony and try and hit the dog in the nose with my other hand. It whimpered and let go. I run to the kitchen closet and slammed the door behind me to hide while holding my arm and clenching my teeth together while I tried to let out soft quiet breaths of pain at I begin to calm down a little bit. I hear the dog sit and start growling again. I think of making a run for it until. . . *weeeeeeeeeeeoooooooooooo weeeeeeeeeeoooooooooo* "the, no. . . it, it IT CANT BE, NO!" I almost scream, it was. BAM BAM BAM I hear on the door "It's the police open up" I hear the door knob turn and my skin began to crawl. I hear a womans voice answer all of the polices questions as they walk in the home. IM DONE FOR. The police open the closest door to the begining of the hall, they are getting closer, I franticly reach for the door handle while still  holding my right sholder with my left hand, the pain didn't matter now, I NEED TO GO HOME I quickly open the door to see what still haunts me 'till this day the angerly steamed face of the officer outside the door, his bald head, his goatee, his chilling size, tall, yet round, and he face he made looked like I had killed his dog, until the day I die, I will never forget that spine tingling expresion of that officer.

Oswald

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 15:08

There was a tall man, his name was oswald. He didn't have any friends, because he was so tall. Nobody really cared for him, and nobdy really respected him. One night, he prayed to god that he could become smaller, smaller then anyone he has ever seen, and god listened. The next morning, he woke and he noticed that his feet didn't hang off at the end of the bed anymore, matter of fact, he noticed he didn't even have any feet. he looked down at his hands, no hands. And his whole body was green. ''What happened to me?'' he says as he struggles to get up out of bed. He looks in his mirror. He turned into a pickle. ''How could this happen?'' but at that moment he remebers what the prayer he had said to god. ''This isn't what I meant!'' he shouts. He tried to put on his work clothes but they all didn't fit. To big. He needed to get some clothes. So he went to the thrift shop. As he walked in, everyone was staring at him. ''Uh hi everyone..'' But then as he said that, they all started screaming and then everyone ran out of the shop. ''How can I pay for my clothes without the cashire?' He thought. Then he relized that he didn't need to anymore. ''Everything is free!'' he shouts as he takes everything home from the store. Then the next day, he goes to a lemonade stand. ''Hey.. got any grapes?" he said to the girl who worked behind the stand. The girl said, "No but we have lemonade, cold and fresh and completley homemade.'' And the pickle said, "I'll pass." and he waldded away. Till the very next day

Hello

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 15:05

I have one window in my room.  It looks out onto wrap-around driveway, which bleeds into the long, empty, dirt road we live on. The sun filters through the window, making a golden blanket on my wooden floor. I live on 2 acres of open, dry, fields. The wind tickles the grass with it’s breath. As I watch, I let the scenery take me away. Away from my world and into a new. A more peaceful one. I feel hot tears making a stream down my cheek because I know this will end soon. No, that’s not why. I’m crying because of what I will have to face when I come to. I want to ask to be moved to another home but I’m afraid that if I do, the next home will be worse than this one. Another tear pushes its way out of my eye, makes another trail down my` face.

 

“India.” I whip my head around. My foster mom stands in my doorway with her fake smile slyly spread across her face. “It looks like you're with us now.” I roll my eyes and turn my head to look back out the window. “Your mother finally died. You know, she fought the cancer for so long I really thought she was going to pull through and take you back, but, she can’t.” She gives a hard laugh that sounds like it came from the depths of her, the parts of her I don’t even. I thought that what I saw in her was the darkest but obviously I was wrong.

 

I had wiped away the tears when she said my name so that she wouldn’t see me crying. But I don’t care anymore. My tears aren’t a stream anymore. They’re a river. My mother was the only thing I had left to hold onto, and now she’s gone. My world and everything in it.

 

“Awww. Honey, I would say I’m sorry, but, I’m not.” Something within me snaps and suddenly, I don’t care if I get thrown back into the system and don’t have another place to call home for another 3 years. My tears stop.

 

“How could you be heartless! That was my MOTHER and there is not another woman like her alive and there never will be! Can’t you even TRY to be half the mom she was?!”

 

“Well apparently she wasn’t all that great if she just threw you into foster care.” I feel the tears come back, but this time they’re heavy. My chest hurts and all I can do is stand there and wait. Wait for her to do something. I know she won’t comfort me. Never has, never will.

I can’t see much through blurred vision but see her walk away, and I’m glad she did. I walk across the room and close the door. I need my room to be as sound proof as it can be. I get a tiny, torn piece of paper from my nightstand. I make my way over to my closet. I walk in, close the door, and turn the light on. I reach under my clothes and feel for the shoebox. I loop my finger through the hole in the shoebox and pull it out. I open the lid as if it contains something dangerous, or deadly. This box contains everything I know. Or everything I want only to know. I rummage through all the objects from my past, from a happier time. I’m clenching the piece of paper in my hand so hard that my knuckles turn white. My other hand finds the phone my mom got for me last christmas. It’s one of few things I managed to salvage from the rubble of my past. I turn it over and over in my hand. This, I think, is my ticket out. I open the piece of paper in my hand and dial the number written on it. The penmanship has a sloppy elegance to it, making it a little difficult to read. I dial the number into my phone. I put the phone next to my ear and hear it ringing, like church bells celebrating for the newlyweds, rather than a woman with a monotone voice telling me that my minutes have expired. A woman with a kind voice, like silk wrapping me in reassuring safety, answers the phone.

“Hello?”

The Object

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:52

          That was the day that changed my life forever.  I was walking home from school with some of my friends when we saw that a new thrift shop had opened down the street from my house. We decided to go in, it was very vintage looking inside. We were walking around when we heard a voice. An old, crackly voice. We turned around, to see an old blind lady with a stick to guide her way. She obviously couldn`t see us, so she asked:
¨ Who`s there?¨
We didn`t know what to say, so we just winged it. I started and said:
¨ Hello Ma`am. We are just looking around.¨
She gave us a puzzled look and said: ¨ Ok girls. My name is Alice. You can look at touch whatever`s on sale. Oh except for that green button on the back wall. It is not for children.¨
"Okay. What is it for?¨ I asked. Alice did not respond. She left the room quietly.
My friends and I went to the back wall to where the green button was.
¨ I wonder what it does.¨ I said.¨
¨I have no idea. Look! It has sticky note on the button. It has a note on it.¨ One of my friends said.
¨I`ll read it.¨ I said I started to read the note when we all had a huge surprise.
The note said that if you press the button, you would be transported to the ice age.
We all got super excited.
We pressed the button.

How Could This Happen to Me?

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:50

Everthing was wonderful the trees, the clouds, the grass.  Just on a stroll around the park. I notiest that there was a  boom noise outside and I did not know what it was.  I went over a noticed that my house had been bomed by a nuclear wepon.  My mother and father were both dead.  I was wondering who did this.  The millatery mabye?  Then i thought what it would be like to be a bad guy.  So I decided be bad.  I atacked the millatary base because I though that it bomed my house. I was on my way to my friends house when the police were chasing me.  I hope i know who bomed my house.  Where would I live now?

 

 

 

 

 

This story was fictional.

Marcus Family Letter.

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:50

Dear person I saw you writing about traditions to Marcus  it was quite a show as you told me evrything and showed me what you wrote I guess it was just a pretty cool idea to the fact of matter with the spinach with cereal is that its ok to not get the letter in time to Marcus because of the storm so it was pretty coll of you to do that my friend. Sincerely your friend...

Sirens Filled My Ears

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:50

My room was silent. I could almost hear the sound of the snow hitting my window one by one. I was home alone because my parents were at my fathers conference meeting in Chicago. All of a sudden I hear a screetch down the road and sirens ring in my ears. I shoot up from bed and race for the phone to call my parents. Who's hurt? What happened? Was it my mom and dad? Thoughts go racing through my mind as I pick up the phone. My hands were trembling as I wait for it to pick up. The phone picks up and I hear my mothers voice on the other end. Hello sweetie it's your mother...

White Room

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:50

I wake, suddenly my head hurts alot. I stumble froward, I feel half awake half asleep. I trip over something and fall. I can't get up, I lay there. All my bones are aching and screaming for me to stop moving. I do, I stop. I wait a few slow minutes before I open one eye to see where I have landed. I expect to see my room's floor. I don't, instead I see a different room. Everything is the color white, and it hurts my eyes that are just adjusting. There's artifitial lighting bouncing of the walls making it seem like a box than a room. I stand, despite every muscle in my body telling me to keep playing dead. I see something across from me. Once I realize what it is I start to run. Not away from it but towards it. I run but then when I'm a few feet away, I am yanked back bye chains attached to my feet.

American Girl - Girl of the Year Short Stories

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:49

Lindsey Bergman, 2001-2002 (GOTY)

I was typing on my computer. I was very bored. Then Kailey came in and scared  me half to death. I jumped up into the air, and landed on Kailey.

Kailey Hopkins, 2002-2003 (GOTY)

I groaned and pushed Lindsey off me. Then I put on my bathing suit, and gracefully leaped into the pool off of the diving board. And then Kanani surfaced.

Kanani Akina, 2011 (GOTY)

I wave to Kailey, and then I quickly dry off and eat a pink lemonade shave ice. I walk up the stairs to my room, and then I bump into Lea.

Lea Clark, 2016 (GOTY)

I apologize to Kanani, and then go out the door into the woods. I take some pictures of the animals. And then, Gabriela jumps out at me.

Gabriela McBride, 2017 (GOTY)

I wave to Lea, and grab her camera.

 

You Don't Know

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:49

You're lucky, you know?
You don't know a single thing about this world, its rules, it's creations, it's joy, or it's cruelty.

You don't know the harships you have to gothrough as you grow older, knowing that you won't be able to be younger anymore-only to grow older every day and every second of your life.

You don't know the unfairness of school or the people in them-almost like a cruel game of prey and predator (being a little dramatic). 

You only know the light and smiling faces of the people who love you, care for you, even if you've only been in this word for a split few seconds. 

You know the goodness of the world, and not the bad.

Which is good-if you think about it.

 

Welcome to the family Marcus!

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:49

Dear Marcus, Today you were born into the Jefferey's! Your brother's name is Jorge and I am Barbra. We have many family traditions such as going on long cruises. We love to eat big bowls of parsley and spinnich with a side of cereal. We dont have much hot water but we also dont have much time to use such water in our time frame! I cant wait to see you and learn everything about you, your friend Barbra.

Teenage Bad Guy (or girl)

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:49

Unloved... unwanted. I was nothing more than a nuisance to my parents. Something they wanted to give away, abandon. It makes no sense to me why people a created a being couldn't love it, but I guess I can't be one to judge. I'm nearly as bad, but it wasn't always like that. 

It was a rainy monday morning, the bus was early, and my mom refused to drive my to the academy. The academy (Glinda's School for the Good) was a 9  ile walk from my dog house. Yes, I sleep in a dog house (my parents don't like me inside). My omom drive by when I was half way done with my walk, my dad drove by, laughing as he sprayed me with water. That was when I realised. My arents didn't love me and they nevr had. I used all the will power I could, and ran screaming after my dad. 

"YOU ARE A HORRIBLE PARENT! I HATE YOU SO SO SO MUCH RIGHT NOW DAD!" I screamed.

"Jeez Lilly, it was just a joke. You're teenage phaze is evil!" he replied.

And that was how I became evil. I also found out that I cannot tae a joke. Ever. Like, seriously, don't joke with me, I will hurt you!

The New Red

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:49

     As my vison cleared, I was standing in the middle of the big apple and the half moon was silhouetted. In the distance a new encounter was coming that was the sound of death. Before the noise kicked in, a blaze of red light hit at the tin sky. Flowing the sky into the the hirizon. It's not important where I was, what's more important is how long I've been asleep.

The Golden Book

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:49

It was a sunny after noon as I was walking on church street I saw this shop. I have never seen it before. So I decided to go into the shop and see what it is. As I reached th door to the shop I saw what it was called. It was "The Thirft Shop". A basic name I thought to myself. As I go in the shop, the bell on the top door ringed. The shop was full of many fascinating things. While I was walking through the store I realized that there was nobody else in the store, even the owner wasn't there. I didn't care so I just kept on walking on through the store. There was something glowing on the top of the counter

Sirens

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:49

It happened so quickly, in the blink of an eye.

Bang! And then lights out.

The pain, the excruciating pain, was like nothing I had experienced before.

It felt as if someone has just stabbed me in the gut 100 times.

Then there were the sirens. Blurry and faint at first but then loud and clear.

Warm, thick, sticky blood was pouring oozing out of my side.

It was all a blur until I started remembering.

Eyes open, wide awake in the hospital bed.

The Story of Jorge Martiénéz JR

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:48

There once was a soccer player named Jorge Martiénéz JR. Jorge started to play soccer at a young age. His father Jorge Martiénéz SR is a reitierd professinal soccer  player. Some people consider Jorge Martiénéz SR as one of the best soccer players ever to play the game. Now it is time for his son to become what he was. Maybe even better. Jorge Martiénéz JR is currently 12 years old but so many acdemies are looking into. He already has 5 contracts that all all involve a great deal of money. This is the begining of Jorge Martiénéz JR.

The Squad

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:44

It was around October, there were five of us.

Four out of the five of us were laughing and  singing.

The fifth was driving but she was also singing.

The four that were laughing had a club called The Squad.

They all had shirts,

number one was Jaclyn,

number two was Kayla,

number three was Chloe and number four was Caroline.  

We had been in the car for a little over an hour,

and we were finally there, Sky Zone.

We all walked in together in the number order,

we got our special socks so that we could do what we went to do, jump.

There were too many trampolines to count,

we tried to jump on all of them at once but there was too many.

We jumped so high we were sure we were going to hit the ceiling.

We tried to build up as much momentum as we possibly could.

 

Chloe was the crazy one out of all of us but Jaclyn was close

in second. Chloe the whole time was saying she was a mama sthwan,

she had a little dance,

it went with her saying she was a sthwan.

Once we had been there for an two hours it was time to go home.

On the way home we stopped at McDonalds,

we all got something to eat.

While we were driving home we were throwing french fries,

Gummy bears and chicken nuggets out the windows.

Once we all got home we all slept very hard.

Jaclyn’s mom after had admitted to Jaclyn that she was embarrassed,

I mean we had been throwing food out the windows.

Once we all went back to school,

we all agreed that we had to do something like that again.  

This was definitely the most fun we've had in a long time.   

 

'Bad Man'

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:40

They all see me as bad man. A creature that was immediately stamped with a horrific label right when I came into this world because of my history. Apparently, I am a man to keep away from your children and families even though my record is clean. I am terrible without you knowing the who, the what, the where, or the why. I am a 'bad man'.

Who am I, a monster? A monster that keeps my parent's graves clean and decorated with a single flower out of gratitude. A monster that babysits my sister's four children when she manages to snag a night out with friends. A monster that surprises my wife with her favorite magazine bought from the man selling them around the block. A monster that brings my own children to baseball games and aquariums and reads them bedtime stories and kisses them goodnight.

What am I, a bad man? A bad man raised in a brick suburban home with three siblings and two loving parents. A bad man who grew up mowing the neighbor's lawn or walking dogs as an allowance to pay for comics that I would flaunt to my elementary friends later the next day. A bad man who was a friend to everyone during my education and was known as The Friendly Giant. A man who went to college and graduated as valedictorian. A bad man who had a career, wife, and family by twenty six.

Where am I, surrounded by darkness? Darkness that is two blocks away from a cafe that I daily visit for coffee and give the barista a more-than-average tip. Darkness that is neighbors with two families who regularly invite my family over for dinner. Darkness that my wife instantly adored because of the big backyard able to host barbeques and birthday parties. Darkness that is said to be one of the safest neighborhoods in town and currently is.

Why am I a bad man, because I believed in corrupting this earth and everyone in it? Because terrorizing my family, my home, my life, is a simple demand that you couldn't deny. Because, somehow, my life is less than yours because of how different I am from you. Because I was raised in a place that has tragedy in its history, much like every place else.

You see me as a bad man. My differences make you my enemy, even if we are much alike. I am terrible even though you now know the who, the what, the where, and the why. I am a 'bad man'.

Oh No Not Again

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:39

Oh no not again

Help, its a goldfish 

The gold fish swam at me full speed and ate off my left nostril

as I swam from the goldfish it bit off my finger

No more peace signs for me but that wasnt the most of my concerns at the moment

I'm starting to think that this "goldfish" is a pirannah

I get out of the water and start to walk to the creek as the teddy bear follows me with a stick in its mouth

He stops as a I do and I turn my head to him the takes the stick out of his mouth and throws it at me

I am also starting to think that something may be wrong with me and I going crazy? 

Is this real?

I smack the bed really hard as I wake up remebering that it was not real and that I am in a padded room if the mental hospital on shadow creek all alone right on the edge of the pond.

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