Creative Writing: A Slice Of Life
.... " Why?" she yelled and stormed off. Gwen was the
type of girl who didn't care what people thought of her, but she didn't like it
when people would find out that she was poor. She had blonde hair, and was very
thin. She wore sequined pants, and these funny looking shirts most of the time,
unless she went out.
"Gwen?, Mike, and Shirley are home. Look I'm sorry I told Tony." Tim
said. "Send Shirley in." Gwen yelled back. "Shirley, Gwen wants you." Tim said.
" I'll be right in" she yelled back. Shirley was an Irish girl whose parents
had both died, and she was sent to America to live with her aunt, she ran away
and met Mi .....
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Creative Writing: A World Without Engineers
.... this impudent
guy," ordered the king.
"I'm sorry, my good King Syphilis," replied another servant. "Since you
deported all the nuclear engineers to the powder mines, we have been unable to
operate the plutonium powered phasor gun."
Now the king was really mad. "I'm really mad!" said the king. "Bring me
my limousine, so that I may repeatedly run over these contumelious servants of
mine."
"No can do, Mr. King," said the third servant, whose part will be played
in the movie version by Keanu Reeves. "All the mechanical engineers are in the
mine place, and everyone knows, you can't drive cars without mechanics."
"Go jump off .....
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Creative Writing: Bob's World
.... beat her at any sport. He knew they were just so different
they were fated not to be together.
The two friends chatted their way to school. She talked about her sports
games and practices and how much homework she had while he talked about the TV
shows he had watched.
When they got to school they said their good-bye's -- she had
trigonometry and he had basic computers.
As the teacher started her usual rant about this and that, Bob turned to
his brilliant (like him) friend John when he said.
"Hey man didn't I see you walking with that Lucille chick?" John asked
him.
"Ya I mean she isn't smart or as good at sports like you .....
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Creative Story: The Chronic Swamp Murders
.... whom had a business suit on. The police came back and
investigated this death. After about a week they concluded again that it was a
broken neck that had killed the victim. There were no signs of a struggle so
the investigators said that it was some type of freak accident. They also told
the Hemps to stay out of the swamp.
The Hemps never went back into the swamp again, but one night they were
awakened by a loud pounding noise on the front door. When Mr. Hemp got up to
see what it was, all he saw was something large running into the swamp. He then
made sure that all the doors were locked and he got his shotgun out of the
cl .....
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Creative Story: Concussion
.... will be two dollars" she said. But that was needless because I had
already left the money and was half way out the door. I mounted my bike and rode
the steed while sucking down as much sugar as possible. We finally arrived at
the bike trails. We then Infiltrated the left over food that we bought from
Dons Deli. We were all on a sugar high, it's now time to ride. We did the usual.
Had jump contests, fix jumps, and practiced new tricks. I had a good day, my
jumps were perfect. And we would soon would move on to the hardest jump…. The
big double. This jump was about three and a half to four feet high. And a
proximately eleven fee .....
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Creative Story: Joseph
.... us their "superior" ways. None of us fell for it,
except Joseph. I guess he had no other place to turn to, so he slowly sank into
these idiotic ways.
About three years later the now 12 years old little boy was a nazi
himself and the one of his kind in that church. He still would play by himself.
No one liked him anymore and never asked him to play. Instead he would ask us,
but now we would refuse.
One day in 1939 he got so sick of us "inferior" people in the church so he
left. What he did not know and what most of us did not know was that there was a
battle just a town away. The nuns never told us about World War II. .....
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Creative Story: Day The World Turned Black
.... they head for some minuscule
object way in the distance.
The team of explorers decide to catch the other ship but it is on the
opposite side of the sun. It takes them a few days but they finally reach the
other ship. The only thing that they cannot figure out is how to make contact
with the other ship. They have exhausted every possibility and the only thing
they have done is wasted time. They are floating in nothing, the scenery looks
black and the only thing that they can see are the sun, the other ship, and the
thing that they are flying towards. The ship surroundings are so amazing that
they would whet your imaginati .....
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Creative Story: Deadlock
.... about
that!" As she got out and buttered her toast, she mulled the day ahead of her in
her mind. Weekends were never truly weekends for Susan Calvin, as she was forced
to work for most of the weekend, with her only respite being Sunday, which she
was allowed to come in an hour late for. However, she usually found herself
working late into the night on Sundays, out of an artificially induced guilt
that she knew was not real, but could do nothing to correct. After being driven
to work (working for the company that produced every MechTaxi™ in existence did
have some perks after all), greeting the doorman, and going up to her offic .....
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Creative Story: Death Cload
.... The bird takes flight disappearing into the night skies
evanescently. The only sign that it exists is the trademark sonic boom as it
passes the sound barrier.
After approximately seven hours flight time and two in-flight re-fuelings,
the Blackbird reaches its destination, Moscow, Russia. The thermal imaging
camera, located in the bird's hull, depicts the radioactivity from nuclear silos
as bright yellow and orange blobs on the terrain. The images show seas of
yellow throughout Moscow. The city resembles a giant missile base up and
operational. Captain Steward pulls a 180 and heads for home with sick eerie
feeli .....
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Creative Story: Dorko
.... what will it be?"
"What will what be?"
"Hello? Are there any connected synapses here? Tradition says that now is
the time you tell me what you would like to order. Then I respond by telling
you how much money shall exchange hands and you wait for a thumb twiddling long
time for us to get your food."
Pointing his finger, Dorko says, "Well then I will acquire one of those,
that, this, and some of these."
Having lost her patience many a minute ago, the lady says, "Look dork, ..."
"That's Dorko."
Confusion sets in. "Look Dorko Oh, as much as I like to listen to you say
completely stupid dialogue, .....
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Creative Story: The Crash
.... he could carry. He made good distance during the day but at
nightfall he knew it was over; the temperature had fallen below negative fifty
mark.
The rescuers sent out search parties and finally found him in his
sleeping bag next to a burnt out fire. They had been looking for weeks, this is
what they had expected.
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Creaitve Story: Desert Island
.... the palm
tree eating the coconut and leafing through the ancient catalogue. Thinking
aloud, I muttered, "Gee, I wish I had some clothes". POOF! Magically, I was in
the latest fashions of 1922. Hmmm.......could it be? I flipped through the
catalogue until I found what I was looking for. POOF! "Wow, I always wanted a
bread box". Curious as to what else I could find, I thoroughly searched the
catalogue, finding that the sports equipment and hardware sections were torn out,
along with a coupon for next years catalogue. I decided that I could use the
magic catalogue to get off the island........but how? BINGO! I wished f .....
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