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SHORT STORIES. This is a thread for short stories. Everyone can write...Well...SHORT STORIES!!! lolololol!! :):):):):):D:D:D:D:D:D:D:Do
submitted by PsyCOdUck29
(May 25, 2009 - 5:54 pm)
(May 25, 2009 - 5:54 pm)
One morning, Joe the chicken woke up. he was hungry, so he went outside to eat some chickenfeed. Then a hungry weasel came and ate Joe up. Poor Joe.
(May 26, 2009 - 8:13 am)
I want yhis thread to go to the top so someone SEES it!
(May 31, 2009 - 9:08 am)
To the very top! Heh. LOLOLOLOL:):):)
(May 31, 2009 - 9:49 am)
You're absolutely bonkers, Phsycoducky/brother. And you better check your grammar. :)
(May 31, 2009 - 8:22 pm)
Oops.
(June 1, 2009 - 9:31 am)
Once upon a time there was a princess. She was hungry. So she went to the dining room to have a snack. But the servants, who hadn't anticipated her coming, didn't have a snack right away. Which meant she could order anything. And so she ordered caviar on cake with pearls dissolved in vinegar. But they said it would take two hours to prepare. So the princess wandered out of the castle to the docks, where sailors were hauling in fresh dead fish. She was grossed out and wandered to the markets, where the people in the stalls had tons of rabbits, which the royal family ate regularly. She fell in love with live rabbits at first sight, and made a royal decree that henceforth no rabbits or fish or byproducts of those animals were to be used in that kingdom. Then she saw some oysters that were being pried open to get pearls. She was horrified when the shell came apart entirely and the oyster died. So the princess made a royal decree that henceforth no oysters or byproducts of oysters were to be used in the kingdom. Then came a messenger to say that her snack was ready. So she went home to the palace and was served her snack. And she saw the caviar and the pearls and the side of rabbit and tossed it all out the window and ordered toast. The end.
(June 1, 2009 - 12:16 pm)
LOLOLOL:):) Melikes that story. 'Twas very funny, Oregano.
(June 2, 2009 - 1:39 pm)
There was a thread that refused to go to the front, no matter how much goading. The thread fell to the back where it was forgotten. Let this be a warning to all threads...
(May 31, 2009 - 4:02 pm)
Oh. *Shudders*
(June 1, 2009 - 9:31 am)
Oh well. At lest this thread is easy to spot. After all, it advertises itself: SHORT STORIES. THIS.
I think I'll be able to find it even if it does go to the back. But, whoever reads through all these on the Cricket board, DO NOT take this as a hint that you can move it to the back. To the top, you!
(June 3, 2009 - 7:56 am)
Once there was a gnome that lived deep
under the roots of a giant oak tree, where he
stored his treasures. They were very precious to
him and he handled them with deep care. One
sunny afternoon a mole ventured into the gnome's
burrow. "Wow," commented the mole. "Where did
you find these jewels? They're lovely!"
"Why, thank you," replied the gnome, pleased. "I
found them one day by the creek bed. Aren't they
wonderful?"
"Oh, yes indeed! But last fall I ran into a chipmunk
who says there are even prettier ones down by the
maple tree." said the mole, quite matter-of-factly.
"Hmph," snorted the gnome. "How would the chipmunk
know? He hasn't even seen my beautiful jewels!"
"Aw, but he has. Just go check for yourself. You'll see
how beautiful they are," and then the mole was gone.
So that is what the gnome did, but when he got to
the maple tree all he found was a mysterious pile of
nuts and berries. "Hello!" a shrill voice greeted from
behind the stash. "What brings you here, Mister Gnome?"
"Well," the gnome hesitated. "I ran into a mole while
working in my burrow, and she claims that you told her
there were beautiful jewels here. Even more beautiful
than this," explained the gnome, holding out a smooth,
cold rock.
The chipmunk began laughing wildly. "Oh, my jewels are
faaar more beautiful than that!"
The gnome gave him a sour look. "Than may I have one
of your jewels? Just one?"
"Oh, why not? Besides, there are even prettier ones." said
the chipmunk lightly.
"Prettier ones? Where?"
"A bee I ran into said there are fabulous jewels of many colors
in the meadow," informed the chipmunk. "You should go see."
And again, that is just what the gnome did. Hmph, how is this
more lovely than my rock? the gnome wondered to himself as he
examined the acorn the chipmunk had given him. He had
finally made it to the meadow now, but all he saw was flowers.
"Well, hello!" said a bee as he scurried amongst the flowers.
"Hello, a chipmunk told me there are jewels here that are
more beautiful than this," said the gnome, holding out the
chipmunk's acorn.
"Oh, dear silly gnome. Just look at all of these flowers." the
bee said, gesturing to the wide meadow. "Could there be
anything more lovely than this?"
The gnome wasn't impressed. He had seen plenty of flowers
and plenty of acorns. It is rare that you find a rock as lovely as
mine, the gnome thought to himself.
Feeling quite discouraged, the gnome made his
way home. On the way, he met another gnome who
seemed to be doing some spring cleaning.
"Hello," the other gnome said as he passed.
"Hi, there,"
"What's the matter? You act rather sad." said the
other gnome.
"It's just, well, it's a long story. Answer me this:
Which of these jewels are most lovely?" the gnome
said, holding out all of the treasures before him.
"Oh my, that rock is splendid! Looks just like mine."
replied the other gnome, holding out another smooth
rock.
The gnome learned something that day: Everyone takes
pride in different things. It doesn't mean one is better
than the other.
(Sorry! Hope that wasn't too long. I always get into too
much detail, I know...)
(June 1, 2009 - 5:00 pm)
No it definitely isn't too long. But wow. That one was really cool. LOLOLOL :):)
(June 2, 2009 - 1:37 pm)
Yes, that was the best one.
(June 2, 2009 - 4:33 pm)
Thanks :D
(June 4, 2009 - 2:25 pm)
HEY!!! we should do a chain story!!! I'll start:
Fern the wolf was the leader of her pack. She had many wolves in her pack, and they respected her. For she was the daughter of the greatest wolf, Howl. He, to, was the leader , until one day...
(June 5, 2009 - 1:26 am)