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Story #39: Untitled

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“Cover your heads!” the flight attendants screamed, while emergency sirens screeched

in the background. The plane was thrown to the left and all the while heading straight

for the ground.

“What do we do?” Helen asked frantically

“Hold on tight and say our prayers because this plane is not going down easy.”

responded Joe in a not so calm voice.

This couple had just been married the day before and were on their way to what was

suppose to be the trip of their lifetime. Helen had been weary about flying but Joe had

promised her that everything was going to be alright. They were going to fly to their

dream destination with no issues and have a great time. Helen would have been

cursing Joe about promising her that everything would be alright but that was the least

of her problems at that moment.

“I’m scared” screamed Helen

“Put on your seatbelt and hold my hand,” said Joe, “were going to get through this

together.” Just then the plane took a jerky right and the little bit of confidence that was

still contained in Joe faded away. Everything around them was complete chaos,

passengers screaming and crying, but they payed little attention. There only goal was

to try and survive this horrible plane crash together.

Just then there was a horrendous noise as the front of the plane met sand, trees,

and land. Everyone was jerked forward, some passengers flying out while others still

endeared the crash. One of the passengers who was thrown from the plane was Helen.

Now I am unaware of what thoughts were running through Joe’s mind as he realized

that Helen was no longer strapped in beside him, but I would guess that he was

thinking I need to find her.

Finally, after what seemed to be hours the plane came to a screeching stop. Of

course people were frantically running around trying to find their love ones or trying to

help the injured. Joe looked up, there seemed to be about twenty people who could

walk around and start giving care to the injured. Joe’s main priority was to find Helen

and make sure she was okay. But first he had to get himself unstrapped from a maze

of seat belts and pieces of plane. That’s when he began to smell that horrible smell,

the smell that changed his entire train of thought completely. Fuel.

“This plane is going to blow up!” Joe yelled at the top of his lungs, of course this

caused even more chaos as everyone began scrambling, running towards the jungle,

dragging the injured and grabbing any supplies that was still useable. Joe still tied in

started to get nervous himself as he realized that were was no way out. Just when he

began to give up hope he spotted a sharp piece of metal that had probably fell off of

the plane. He grabbed for it, the seat belts choking him in the process, just as he did

so a sharp pain shot up his right leg, he must have broken it during the crash but being

to absorbed in the crash to even notice. He grabbed the metal and began cutting at the

fabric of the seat belts. The smell of fuel growing stronger and stronger by the minute.

Finally, he cut the last strand of material and tried to stand up but that’s where it

stopped. He couldn’t stand up because of the pain coming from his leg. What am I

going to do? he thought... this is the end of it for me. Joe had just enough hope left to

start crawling. It did cause a lot of pain on his leg but survival was more important for

him than giving up because of pain.

After a pain-enduring, life threatening, what seemed like forever process of carrying

himself to the jungle he stopped and sat up against a tree. Just then he heard a loud

boom and multiple screams from those passengers who were unable to get away.

He knew he needed to find Helen soon or else the chances of her survival were very

slim.

Not caring about the pain he looked everywhere for Helen. He went back to the

crash scene to search the victims. The first people that he spotted were the people

who had been sitting right beside him. An elderly couple who he knew for a fact had

had a nice long life, well he hoped anyways. They were laying side by side, facing

down probably killed during the explosion. Next to be spotted were the two flight

attendants who had been screaming orders at the passengers, both dead. These were

the only people who popped out at him. There were many more unknown faces laying

in the sand, all dead. He searched everyone with great caution searching for the love

of his life. When he didn’t find her there, he decided to go ask passengers who were

walking around like chicken with their heads cut off.

“Have you seen a woman with dark brown hair wearing a wedding dress?” he said

unconfidently. Anyone who was wearing a wedding dress should be pretty noticeable.

“No, I’m sorry sir. I’m sure she is around her somewhere.” said a man who had a

giant gash across his forehead.

Joe having little hope left began searching the jungle. Not knowing the land he

searched far and low. Around trees, under leaves, sometimes seeing the dead laying

there. This sparked the idea that Helen was probably dead and his search would go on

and on and Helen would never turn up. He sat down with his back against a tree, all

hope lost and began to cry. The love of his life, the girl he had just married yesterday

was gone and never to be found again. “Where are we anyway?” he said aloud, not

expecting anyone to answer.

“I’m not really sure, but we do need to find a way out of here.” said Helen.

Joe turned to see Helen laying under a big jungle plant where she must have been

thrown during the impact.

Story #38: The Year With No Parents

The Year With No Parents

It was July 1st, 2014, and a 17 year old boy was going to bed angry on his birthday.

All Josh wanted to do on his birthday was drive to the concert a couple hours away

with a few of his closest friends. When the group excitedly proposed the idea, every

single parent said no. Being Josh’s birthday, he took the no the hardest. Having his

birthday been a complete disappointment, Josh was angry. When he was in bed, at the

top of his rage he made a wish that every teenager has made once in their life, he

wished that he didn’t have parents. This time something was different, as Josh fell

asleep, he had no idea what he’d just done.

When Josh woke up late the next morning, he looked at his phone saw the time, and

had expected to smell lunch considering it was 12:30 P.M.. He walked downstairs,

already having forgotten his anger last night. He walked into the living room expecting

to see his mom on the couch like always, she was no where to be seen. He went to the

garage and saw both his parents cars, but no parents. His cell phone went off, and it

was one of his friends Andrew, he called in a panic. He couldn’t comprehend what his

friend was saying because of how upset he was, so Josh told him to come over. When

Andrew got there Josh couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He said his parents had

vanished, he went to his grandparents, same thing. He called everyone else in their

group, and no one knew where their parents were. He asked Josh if he knew anything.

With a look of shock on his face Josh was mumbling to himself, it can’t be, no way!

Andrew asked what he was saying, and Josh told him about his wish. Confused and

upset, Andrew couldn’t believe. Josh called the rest of his friends and got them all over

to his house to talk. Everyone seemed to be upset except Josh. He said with a smile

on his face, guys this is awesome think about what we can do now. We don’t have to

ask for anything, we can do whatever we want. Andrew stood up and yelled this isn’t

right, there our parents, we have to find a way to get them back. Josh told him to calm

down, and that this would all be ok. Tired of arguing Andrew decided to go with it for a

while. Josh told everyone to start calling kids from their school, he said tonight were

going to have fun. That night, everyone that wasn’t to upset to go out was at Josh’s

house, he couldn’t believe the turnout. That night was the best night of Josh’s life, he

did whatever he wanted without any consequences. Life went on like this for the next

couple of months, parties every night, sleeping everyday all day, whatever they

needed they just got free from the super store around the corner. Then things started

to go bad.

Even though Josh was still having a great time, people were really starting to miss

their parents, and when people found out that it was Josh’s fault they were gone, there

was trouble. It started with nasty comments when he saw people on the street, then it

escalated to bricks through windows, and threatening phone calls. Josh was starting to

get scared, he tried to carry on with the life he was living, but it was getting exhausting.

He lived in fear for a long time, until the day he got jumped by a large group of kids

from school. He came home bloodied and bruised, and didn’t know what to do. This

was usually when his mom would comfort him, and give him advice, but she wasn’t

there, and Josh was sad and alone. He didn’t leave his house for a very long time, and

by this time he was almost eighteen. When Josh got to as low as he could possibly get,

Andrew came into his house to check on him. Josh was happy to see his best friend,

but afraid that he would be mad. Andrew was surprisingly calm, he said he realized

that it wasn’t all Josh’s fault, and that everyone had wished there parents gone before,

Josh was the only one who’s wish came true. Andrew wished Josh a happy birthday,

and Josh realized it was his birthday, he had forgotten in his sadness. Andrew lit a

match and told Josh to blow it out and make a wish. Josh blew it out and made a wish

under his breath, and he began to cry. Josh went to bed with tears drying in the

corners of his eyes, at the memories of his parents.

Josh woke up late that next morning, and smelled his favorite lunch, macaroni being

prepared. He thought he heard his moms voice, but he knew it couldn’t be. He walked

downstairs and to his surprise saw his mom. He sprinted and picked her up and

cheered with joy that she was home. She looked at him and said oh I see your not still

mad that you couldn’t go the concert. He looked rather confused and said your back!

She said from the store? Yes, I had to get food to prepare lunch, again he was

confused. She asked him how it felt to be seventeen? He realized that his wish didn’t

just bring back his parents, the entire year without them had never happened. Josh

said it’s great, and he wouldn’t want to change a thing. He sat down and had the best

lunch of his life with his mom.

Story #37: Babysitting Wonders

Babysitting Wonders

Throughout the years Mr. and Mrs. O’Donnell would have Flanner Crockway babysit

for them when they were busy or wanted to get away. They had come to trust Flanner

very much and would let him babysit their daughter, Niquita Pu, at their house alone.

They had a system and it was pretty simple with everyone being happy. Flanner would

watch Pu for 8 hours usually, and get paid twenty-five dollars an hour. Although

Flanner usually spent the money on gas and video games he did save up quite a

chunk of cash. Flanner had been babysitting for the O'Donnells for several years and

never broke their trust. Not yet anyways.

Flanner was now a sophomore in high school with a license and loving life. He was

still working for the O’Donnells a lot, even more now that they have another child to

watch. So it was just like any other day that Flanner had watching Pu until it was her

nap time and he put her to sleep in her room. After she was in bed he went back into

the living room, where he played on his x-box while she slept, and sat down on the

couch. Suddenly he got up when he heard a very loud banging on the door. Flanner

ran to answer the door and was greeted by none other than Ticholas Tildt, his friend

who would come over occasionally and play x-box with him, because he wanted to go

to the mall and find some girls to try and hit on. Flanner wouldn’t go because he was

watching Pu, and so they stayed there and were messing around. They were just

talking at first and then started playing arms and CRACK!

The O’Donnell family portrait had fallen off the wall and broke into several pieces.

Flanner was about to pass out because he was so scared and worried of how they

would react. Ticholas tried to calm him down and looked at the mess closer to realize

it could be fixed. They grabbed the tape and glue and went to work until they saw it.

There was a folder that was between the frame and the picture that blended in so

they didn’t see it. opening the folder ever so carefully they decided to find out what

was in it. Inside they pulled out another folder, and another inside of it, but in that third

folder there was an envelope. After about 8 more envelopes and little pouches there

they found what was to be hidden. It was a flash-drive that could have anything in the

world on it and Flanner and Ticholas wanted to know what it was. Luckily Flanner had

his laptop and they opened up the flash-drive with full intensions on finding something

that would change their lives forever, and it would.

The name of the flash-drive file was just a bunch of random letters, numbers, and

symbols. Ticholas stopped him and told him to think about what he was doing. If he

found something out about the O’Donnells you will never be able to see them the same

way. Flanner didn’t care and clicked on the file. On that file they found some of the

greatest things in the world. These files were even outlawed in some areas for being

too awesome and better than everything else. So they copied the files to their flashdrives

and replaced the portrait. It looked more like the Adam’s Family portrait but they

didn’t care right now.

Ticholas and Flanner’s problem was that they couldn’t decide how to transport the

files after they moved them onto their flash-drives. They were in-fact illegal in their

town, but they wanted them tremendously. Flanner finally decided that he didn’t care

he put them on his school laptop and went crazy. The next week they were called to

the office and carried out of the school by some abusive federal agents. Never again

were they seen, although they were heard of a long time later when the flash-drive was

found again and they had a letter placed on it along with the files. Pu knew that this

was not good and she hid the flash-drive where nobody would ever find it, or so she

thought.

Story #36: The Great War

The Great War

Franky the squirrel had been at war his entire life. The Great Squirrel and Porcupine

war raged on for many years. The animals were at war over who got to control the land.

It was a war that was handed down to them from man generations.

Franky could not walk through the timber without the fear of being ambushed by a

group of porcupines. The porcupines were brutal attackers. They launched all of their

quills at the one target. Franky’s biggest fear when walking through the timber was

running in to his rival Jimmy. Jimmy and Franky had grown up hating each other there

entire lives because Jimmy’s dad killed Franky’s dad. Franky wanted his revenge.

Franky and his friends were walking around the timber patrolling for porcupines

when his best friend fell over and there was a quill sticking out of his chest. Franky and

the rest of his friends scurried behind a tree trying to realize what just happened. They

were scanning the ground for porcupines but they could not see any when another quill

was shot in front of their feet.

Franky’s friends all ran away but Franky was still searching for the porcupine. Quills

kept being launched at random and Franky still couldn’t see anything. Then suddenly it

hit him. They weren’t on the ground, they were in the trees. He yelled frantically for

more squirrels to come help him when he heard a laugh that was all to familiar, it was

Jimmy.

Jimmy jumped out of a tree that was 20 yards away from him. Jimmy was slowly

waddling towards Franky. Franky’s heart was beating so hard he could hear it. He did

not know if it was fear or anger that had him excited. Jimmy tried to feel for his acorn

ammo. He didn’t want to look away from Jimmy for even a second. His hand had finally

found the ammo when Jimmy launched a quill two inches above Franky’s head.

Franky took the ammo and fired insanely at Jimmy but couldn’t calm down enough

to be accurate. Jimmy was still waddling towards him, now about 10 yards away.

Franky kept firing frantically. Jimmy shot two more quills to the sides of Franky. He was

teasing his prey. He was now within five yards. Franky began to panic even more. He

was running out of ammo. Then he realized if he did not calm down that Jimmy would

kill him. Franky breathed deeply and fired his last three shots with his eyes closed. He

opened his eyes and Jimmy was still walking. He had missed.

Jimmy got a foot away from him and laughed menacingly. Jimmy was preparing to

launch all of his quills. Franky realized that he had only one chance. He grabbed the

quill Jimmy had shot above his head and yanked it out of the tree. Jimmy looked

surprised and scared. Franky drove the quill through Jimmy. Jimmy had finally been

killed.

Franky rushed over to his best friend who was still laying there with a quill in his

chest. He was dead. Franky pulled the quill out and threw it aside. He picked up his

best friends body and carried it back to the squirrel territory. He was praised as a hero

for killing Jimmy but he did not care. It was unsatisfactory because he lost his best

friend, and the war would still go on.

Story #35: Prom Queen

Prom Queen

Four Teens. One survivor. The year 2010, March 27.

That’s me. Faith. I’m seventeen and have been traumatized for exactly one year now. I

used to go to Nixon High School in Richmond, Illinois. I was living the great teenage

life. I had expensive clothes, a ton of friends, a boyfriend, great car, wonderful parents,

and a blackberry. You could say I was rich. Cause I was. I was captain for the

volleyball, basketball, and softball team. I was number one in my class academically,

physically, and in popularity. I was dating Justin, the quarterback of the football team.

He was captain for basketball and baseball. Life was perfect.

It was a week before prom. Justin had just formally asked me to be his queen at

prom. I was as happy as could be. A couple girlfriends and I had plans to go to Prom

court in the mall to get high rated prom dresses. I was super excited! I had two dresses

picked out to try on. Each were about $400 which was cheaper than last years dress.

My dress last year was $930. It was a beautiful rosy satin color. Looked phenomenal

on me. Of course. My dress I got for this year is a 2010 special edition Primavera

Golden sequin v-neck. It was the best $1300 dollars I’ve ever spent!

“I thought you had two dresses, each $400, picked out! What’s this golden globe your

wearing that was more than last years?” shouted my father. “Daddy, it looked way

better on me than the other two I had picked out!” I replied. “It did, sir” chimed Kristy,

my bff. We’ve been friends for years! We do everything together!

“Anyways, daddy, Justin and Brent are going to a party with his cousin. Can me and

Kristy go?” I sweetly asked my father.

“Be home by one, okay?” sighed my father.

“Yes, promise!” I assured my father as I quickly kissed him on the cheek. Then up

Kristy and I went to my room. We ran up those stairs faster than cheetahs.

“I can’t wait for tonight!” Kristy yelled. “I know right?” I giggled back. We tore my closet

apart looking for the cutest of the cutest outfits.

“Do you think you and Brent are going to hook up?” I asked Kristy.

“Psh, girl, that’s like asking me if you and Justin are going to win the spotlight dance

again!” chuckled Kristy. We giggled and shrieked like hooligans for a couple of minutes.

Then we heard the BEEP BEEP of Justin’s mustang and down the stairs we went

again.

Just as I was about to shut the front door, my father called me. I rushed to the living

room where my baby brother was playing his stupid video game and my mom was on

facebook and tweeting everyone she knew. My father, who was on the internet looking

at business stuff told me to be careful and make good choices. I smiled and nodded

my head like a sweet innocent princess I am. That’s when he cleared his throat. I knew

exactly what he meant. I gave my mom a hug and a kiss on the cheek and said, “Love

you mom!”. Then I rubbed my brother’s head and barked, “Don’t stay up too late sport”,

just like my father use to always tell me when I was younger. Then my father hugged

me and kissed my forehead. He smiled and sweetly spoke, “Please sport, be careful.” I

smiled and promised him I would be. Too bad actions speak louder than words..

“I got the mo-o-o-o-oves like jagger!” belted the guys, Kristy and I. We got to a set of

train tracks and this old creepy barn and Brent asked where we were. Justin just stated

that we were just outside of the town. Four miles go by and Brent remarked, “Just

outside of town, eh?” Justin snarled, “It’s right around this corner!”

“Justin!” I snapped. “What, he’s not the driver, is he?” Justin snapped back. If there was one downfall to Justin, it was his temper. Another three miles go by and that’s when we all agreed we were lost.

“Great, just flipping great!” screamed Justin. “It’s alright, just keep driving, we’ll find

some town” Kristy said assuringly. Of course Justin just cocked his head back,

grabbed my hand and murmured, “We’ll get to the party, I promise.” Yea, just like I

promised my father. “I know” I replied with a fake smile, but he bought it. Another thirty

minutes go by and Kristy and Brent are making out. Justin and I are talking about my

prom dress. Then he looked at me funny and I asked, “What?” all cute like. He smiled

and shook his head, “Nothing”. Hello, I’m not stupid. I know what the smile was for. I

was right, he put his hand on my thigh. I pulled it off and added, “Justin, you know I’m

not like that. Plus, you’re driving.” “Babe, I know, I would never risk your life” he implied.

That’s when we heard the honking. I screamed. Kristy was screaming. Justin was

yelling and Brent was hollering “No, no, no!”. CRASH! CLANK! SNAP! RIP!

“Hello, hello? Anyone out here?” I heard a man yell. I opened my eyes further,

bushes. A lot of bushes. I couldn’t feel my legs, but I managed to stand up. A man

rushed by me and carried me to flashing lights. I closed my eyes.

When I woke up, I saw my dad, mom, brother, and the man that carried me. I asked

my dad what had happened. “You guys crashed, some drunk idiot hit you.” he angrily

snapped. “But Justin had just clicked your seatbelt off as the crash happened. Thank

God, it saved your life getting ejected into the bushes.” he exclaimed. “Where’s Justin?”

I yelled as I forced myself to sit up. Ow. My back hurt like a son of a bee. “Kristy?

Brent?” I tearfully asked. My mom crying said, “Kristy and Brent didn’t make it but

Justin is barely hanging in there. He wants to see you.” “Take me to him!” I yelled. I

was rolled into a hospital room where the only light was by a bed. There were IV’s and

buckets, glasses, books, but no chairs. Nobody was here for Justin, but me. I was

rolled right beside him. I grabbed his hand. He didn’t look at me. I whispered, “Justin”.

He mumbled, “Faith?” I wiped a tear from my eye, “yes”. The doctor whispered in my

ear, “He can’t see you, or feel you, or anything. He can hear you, but that’s it. He’s

paralyzed from head to foot. They turned his head to me, he was crying. His face,

bruised more purple than the flowers he got me for my birthday. But his eyes, those

bright green eyes stood out in his dark butchered face. He forced the words, “I love

you” right as blood started to drain from his mouth. I asked the doctor to help me up. I

had to sit on his bed with him because I couldn’t stand. I didn’t care. I leaned over and

kissed him on his cheek and told him, “Though you can’t feel the kiss I left you, know

that it’s there. I love you more than words can say, more than light the moon or sun

could ever shine, each and everyday. I love you. Sleep peacefully baby.” I sniffled and

looked at him. Tears streamed down his face. I heard a “Me too” and he started to

attempt to cough, but all that happened was more blood came clumping out of his

mouth. I wiped his tears and looked him in the eyes. I gently closed his eyes for him,

and that’s when the long, cold, killing high pitched beep came from the machine

standing there next to him. My father placed his hand on my shoulder and kissed the

back of my head.

Think of it, paralyzed from the waist down, lost the love of your life, best friend, and

your life. I get a lot of cards, balloons, emails, wall posts, and tweets. They were all

telling me to feel better and “Keep smiling, prom queen!” Truth is though, I didn’t want

it anymore. I gave the dress back and bout a plain black dress. I got black shoes and a

black hat. I rocked that plain jane dress at the funeral for my best friend, her love, and

my love. I cried in that dress, I slept in that dress, and I burned that dress. I burned my

outfit from that night. I buried all of the pictures of Justin and I with Justin in that casket,

all but one.

The first picture we took together, ever. When he surprised me with purple flowers,

prom invitation, and a poem he wrote, “I love you more than words can say, more than

the light the moon or sun could ever shine, each and everyday. I love you.”

Story #34: Short Story

Short Story

Sweating. Panting. Worried for the challenges that are about to come. He jumps up

into the huddle and then stumbles his way through a tunnel of familiars slowly. . .

slowly breaking down. 24 hours earlier.

“Biggest game of our life tomorrow guys! We have to give maximum effor. . . know

you all can do. . .” Kenny drifted off to wondering why at this specific time, the

descending sky line made it appear as if the gym had been swallowed by a tsunami

like wave. Kenny had ADD. He tried appearing as if he was listening to coach ramble

on about our “Most important game yet,” speech. He scanned the faces of his allies;

Devoted, devoted, picking his nose, not caring, devoted. He wondered where he fell

upon these examinations.

Kenny drove home recklessly, not for any reason in particular, just because he felt

invincible. Upon arriving at home, his mother met him at the door with a list of chores

that Kenny had no intention of completing. He reclined in his garage sale bought,

raunchy o’l recliner that for some reason he loved so much. Deep down it reminded

him of his lost childhood days, watching his father relax in his recliner after a long day

of work. Sleep fell on Kenny so fast that he couldn’t even react. He was asleep.

Waking up to the beckoning noise of his God-for-Saking alarm clock, Kenny rolled

over in bed. After much reasoning with himself, he decided on five more minutes and

closed his eyes. When he opened them again it was 8:45 and he didn’t even care.

Kenny got up and went through his routine with zero amount of hustle. Ha, that word.

“Hustle”. A word that was yelled at him repeatedly but yet still meant nothing to him.

Arriving at school, completely missing 1st period and late to 2nd, he dropped his

bags on a table and went back to sleep. Being awakened by the bell, he drug himself

through the halls to his next class and through the rest of the school day. Kenny had to

return to this prison which common people referred to as school earlier than intended

for the big game that night. On the surface he was cool and collected, but really

freaked out on the inside.

He went home, ate, and drove right back up to the school to warm up. All of his

teammates were already up there, Kenny was the last to arrive. All he did was shoot

lifelessly, dreading the moment for when that starting whistle is blown. 10 minutes till

game time.

“1. 2. 3... Cardinals!” The team chanted as the began to run off into the crowded

gym. Kenny stumbled his way through a crowd of familiars, every other smacking his

back saying some sort of encouragement. The starting five seated themselves upon

the bench. The rest of the team formed a run way to bump chests or do a handshake

when there name was called. One by one Kenny’s teammates ran off, and when it was

time for Kenny, everything went black. . .

Story #33: The Tragic Plane Crash That Ended WIth Friendship(:

The Tragic Plane Crash That Ended WIth Friendship(:

It all started with a tragic plane crash during an awful thunderstorm that killed a

young girls parents!!! After this happened the girl had to then ride a plane to go identify

her parent’s bodies! This girl was so frightened, I mean what person wants to get on a

plane to go identify bodies after their parents had just died from a plane crash. The

worst part was she had to book her own flight and ride all by herself on the plane and

she was just so heartbroken it was awful.

Luckily a young boy about the same age as her was also riding on the plane by

himself and he had noticed how sad and miserable she looked as he was getting on so

he politely asked the flight attendant if he could move to the empty seat next to her.

The flight attendant agreed and he put his stuff in the overhead compartment. The

young girl just glanced at him and smiled out pure kindness but on the inside was

burning with sadness and it took all the strength she had to smile at him. He looked

down at her and started talking, asking why she was on the plane and how come she

looked so sad. She then told him the whole story and fell into this strangers arms, she

had no clue who this boy was but she just needed someone to hug, hold, and to

comfort her! The young boy was so surprised by this action but accepted it and hugged

her right back trying to calm her down he had no clue what to say, he had never been

through any situation that was near as bad as this. He felt so bad because he was on

this plane going to visit his grandparents for the Holidays and she had just lost the last

part of family she had, she was not close with any of her other relatives they had lots of

family problems.

After the boy realized that this young girl had literally no one left in her life and that

she was going to identify her dead parents bodies all by herself he offered to go with

her and he would just tell his grandparents that he was going to be a little late on

getting to their house. The girl was very surprised by what he had just said, but

accepted his offer because she just wanted to be with someone even if he was a

complete stranger. After he went with her, he invited her to go to his grandparents with

him and then they became very good friends and lived HAPPILY EVER AFTER!!!(:

Story #32: Playground

Playground

Three hours of pure agony. Three hours of thinking. Three hours of waiting. And

Finally the teacher said, “Alright everyone its recess time!” I couldn’t have been any

happier. I rushed to the cubby hole, grabbed my jacket, and ran to the door as fast as I

could. I was jumping up and down in line, trying to contain my excitement. Today was

the day. I was going to impress Lilly. Lilly was so cool. She has already lost six teeth

and her favorite t.v. show is Spongebob Squarepants. Its love. Today I was going to

make it all the way down and back across the triangular monkey bars. No boy in the

first grade could do it, and I was about to be the first. When I got to the play ground I

told everyone that I was going to complete the impossible. Everyone gathered around

to cheer me on. Then out of nowhere comes Denny Wilson. Denny was the biggest kid

in our grade and he liked Lilly too. I couldn’t let him stop me. I marched right up to the

monkey bars, but he walked right past me and pushed me over. I didn’t want to cause

a scene so I let him go first. Denny grabbed the first triangle hanging by a chain,

swung his body, then pushed off with his feet. He made it to the second one with ease,

but it took him a couple swings to get to the third one. Once he was there he hung on

for a long time. He was starting to sweat and his hands were turning white. He

desperately reached for the fourth triangle, but let go too soon and fell to his feet on

the rocks. He stood up and brushed himself off, kicked the rocks around, then said,

“Your turn”.

I was so nervous. My chest was pounding, and my head had a pulse. It was too late

to back out now. I puffed out my chest, clinched my fist and marched up to the ladder

like David marching up to Goliath. I put one foot on the highest part of the ladder, and

reached my hand out for the chilly metal triangle. Once I started to swing my weight, I

just kept going. I couldn’t believe it, it was actually all easy. Everyone was cheering

and egging me on. I reached the end and stood on the ladder to rest for just s second.

Then off I went! I had so much adrenaline running through my body that I wasn’t even

tired. And then just when It seemed as though I could taste victory, my dreams came

to a halting stop like a car with a brick wall thrown in front of it. Denny Wilson had

pulled on my feet and I fell hard to the ground. The thud took my breath away, and I

fought the tears as I stood up. I couldn’t be caught crying in front of the love of my life.

Everyone gasped, but then went back to playing once they realized I was ok. I sat

down on the bench and wiped my nose, facing the udder defeat that hit me in the face

all so fast. Then, a very familiar face sat down beside me and grabbed my hand. “Your

hand is cut up, would you like me to walk you to the nurse’s office for a bandage?”

asked Lilly. I nodded yes with a big smile and followed her. My pain was gone, I wasn’t

sad anymore, and I was holding hands with a sweet babe.

Story #31: Summer Day

Summer Day

I looked out my open window, I could feel the cold breeze on my bare skin, It was a

summer night. I saw the lightening bugs dancing with one another, The sun was going

down and the sky around it was a reddish yellow with pink bordering around it. It was

beautiful, I love summer nights. They are gorgeous and you can just sit and watch with

no irritation of it being to cold or to hot. A gust of wind flew into my window and blew

my long blonde hair back, it stung my eyes for a second goose bumps crept up my

arms. I smiled, this was what summer nights are all about. Cool breeze, by a hot fire,

talking with a bunch of friends, Giggling about boys and secrets we had kept hidden

from class mates and family members. I thought a lot when the sun went down, it gave

me some peace and quiet the crickets just a melody in the back ground. I could sit and

stare out this window for eternity just thinking replaying the melody and sunset over

and over again. That was just a dream though, I looked at my clock eleven o’clock at

night. The sun had already set and I had just been staring out at the stars. I sat down

into the window and let one of my feet hang out. I sighed, this was going to be over

soon and it would just be another memory until winter was over. I hated winter, so cold

and dry. Nothing to do outside, nothing to look forward too but the coldness of the air

around you. Snow was a plus but that only lasts so long, I prefer shorts over jeans,

tank tops over sweaters, and barefoot other then snow boots. I better lay down, I

thought to myself I was getting a little bit drowsy, I had a long day ahead of me

tomorrow and better get some beauty sleep. I put my hair up in a pony tail and put on

my sweats and tank top.

“Night!” I yelled down the stairs of my house, I waited there for a response, of course

no response. Mom was probably busy finishing up work and dad was probably passed

out on the couch from a long day of work. Nothing new, I walked to my room and

slipped into my bed, Covered myself up with my sheets and drifted off into a deep

sleep.

“Beep. Beep. Beep” Went my alarm clock. I slammed my hand down hard onto the

button that disabled the annoying alarm and dropped my head down onto the pillow.

sighing I lifted my head back up and looked out into my window. It was the crack of

dawn, I had forgotten to turn off my alarm!

“I hate my life.” I said and smashed my head onto my pillow and stared blankly at

my wall, My parents were already gone to their jobs and I was home alone. What am I

going to do now? I thought to myself. I got up and slowly walked out of my room and

crept down the stairs. To speed things up a notch I looked at myself in the mirror yada

yada yada took a shower, brushed my teeth, blow dried my hair, it only took an hour!

Put on make up, clothes and was out the door! I’ll slow it down for you now.

I felt the green sharp grass on my feet, we hadn’t taken care of our lawn lately and it

was dry, poor grass it looked famished just waiting for a cold drink of water. I looked

out into the distance and saw something black, I started walking towards it.

“What the?” I said but before I could finish it a green hand broke threw the bag and

grabbed my ankle I screamed bloody murder, and started kicking my leg I flared

around a bit but the zombie looking hand wouldn’t let go I shot up and started kicking

the bag flew up and down up and down but still wouldn’t let go of me. I kept at this for

at least fifteen minutes and finally gave up.

“Let me go!” I said, “Please.” I was freaked out of my mind. “This is just a dream.” I

whispered to myself “It’s just a dream.” I pinched myself but nothing happened, The

hand started to move, feeling up my leg, my goosebumps were going bazerk. I started

breathing heavily what was I going to do!? I thought to myself panicking suddenly the

hand stopped, it fell to the ground, I shuffled my feet away from the monstrous hand

and got out of range. I watched it twitch then start moving around, I stayed quiet and

then it started opening up the bag. The second that bag had another hand emerging

from it I was out of there like a bolt of lightening. I didn’t know what to think what to

expect. Some bag was giving birth to a zombie baby looking thing that could kill me at

any second, or worse, torture. I got to my house door and slammed it shut. I had a

slight fear that I had peed my shorts but to my amazement I hadn’t a sigh of relief the

last thing I wanted to happen. I looked out the peep hole to my door and saw a little

baby creature like thing waddling towards me. It looked kind of cute in a creepy,

unnatural kind of way. It started crawling, then stood up, fell down, then stood up again.

It made me giggle this little monstrous thing wasn’t going to harm me. It could barely

stand up!

It didn’t take me long to find a baseball bat and decide that I was going to go out

there. What took me the longest was actually getting the courage to open the door. I

unlocked the lock and slowly turned the nob. By this time the baby monster that I

named Izzy was just outside the door. I cautiously opened the door and looked down

to see the cutest little one eyed, slimed covered creature sitting on my front step, it

giggle and a bubble flew out of it’s mouth. If anyone would have seen the puzzled but

stunned face they would have brought them tears of laughing so much. But all of a

sudden the world started spinning, and the earth started shaking. I gripped onto my

baseball bat ready to fight when all of a sudden hands crept out of the earths ground

and shot up like a rocket using cocaine fuel. I was speechless as the hands started

changing direction and shot downwards towards me, I ran into my house and ducked

under my hands, After all of the shaking being done half of my house was en gulped

with flames and mostly ruble the baby was gone with the hands. I was speechless,

how was I going to explain to mom and dad what had just went on here, What

happened with the baby, Who’s hands were those!? And most importantly how much

longer did I have to live with mom and dad getting home. All of a sudden I heard

beeping

“Are you kidding me?” I Screeched then all of a sudden I hit my head hard on the

shelf just above my bed. I looked around amazed at how dumb and what a relief this

was, I sprinted down the stairs seeing my nice clean house all in one piece I looked at

myself in the mirror a dirty grease ball appeared back at me with a grin as big as ever.

“It was just a dream.” I whispered, “Just a dream.”

Story #30: Oh No! Not the Signature Collectable Hunger Games Novel! Use the Text Book Instead!

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But "Mrs. Morman" decided to title it: 

Oh No! Not the Signature Collectable Hunger Games Novel! Use the Text Book Instead!

There once was a guy named Allen he was a somewhat of a class clown. One day

Allen fell and hit his head really hard because he was acting like a gorilla during the

middle of our english class. Well I guess he didn’t really fall. How about I just tell you

the story from the beginning.

It was a cold January day, the twenty-second to be exact. Everyone at Erie High

School had just gotten done eating the best lunch in the history of all lunches. It was

Bosco stick day! Anyway Allen was on his way to english class like he always does

running in the halls, flirting with all the girls, and making all kinds of weird noises but

this is the usual for Allen.

Everything was still all find and dandy nothing had happened until the middle of

english class. Mrs. Morman was talking about this silly short story paper that we have

to write for her english class that was going to be due in a few days. In the middle of

her talking, Allen decides to get up and starts acting like a gorilla. This was probably

the biggest mistake of his life. Before Allen knew it, he was knocked out on the floor

and was showing no intention of waking up.

Who knocked him out you might ask? Well let me tell you about a girl named Larry.

Yes her name is really Larry. Anyway Larry was just a normal, straight A, never done

anything wrong in her life student. She was a little bit on the shy side. What Allen didn’t

know is that Larry is extremely afraid of gorillas. So when Allen stood up and started

acting like a gorilla Larry went into full blown attack mode. She grabbed Mrs. Morman’s

signature collectable Hunger Games one of a kind novel and frankly beat the living

crap out of Allen.

Some of you may say that well Allen didn’t deserve this, he didn’t deserve to have

the crap beaten out of him by a fifteen year old girl. That might be all of your opinions

but in my opinion getting kissed on the forehead every-time I sit down, gets a little

weird if I do say so myself. In my book Allen had it coming and Larry just did all the

dirty work for me. If your wondering about how Allen is, well he suffered a concussion

and was laid up in the hospital for about a month but now Allen is alive and better than

ever. He made a full recovery and to be honest it was weird not having his goof ball

self around. Even if he does sometimes annoy the living crap out of you. The End.

Story #29: A Deadly Deal

A Deadly Deal

Everyone dreams of living the popular life. Being the “big deal” of high school. This

is what Brian thought, but little did he know that beauty, is pain.

Brian was a typical sixteen year old boy: acne, uncomfortable with his body, and

weird. He didn’t have many friends besides the other guys known as the “creeps” of

Crenshaw Heights. Brian always dreamed of having a girlfriend, someone like Cassie,

a beautiful brunette, who was perfect, looks and all. He always tried to talk to her, but

like usual girls, they look at him disgusted and walk away laughing with their friends.

Rejection was getting ridiculous, Brian thought. All he wanted was to be attractive,

popular... Soon enough his dreams were to come true.

There was a strange woman was in the elevator, with Brian one day. She had

spirally curled, grey hair with bright pink lipstick. Her makeup wasn’t really that bad,

other than those annoyingly pink lips. She had a soft, calm, loving voice like one off

those science videos, that make you just want to curl up and sleep. She looked at

Brian like she knew his whole life story. It seemed as though she knew exactly what he

was thinking and feeling. Brian just wanted to get out of the elevator, the lady totally

creeped him out.

Finally, the silence broke and she softly spoke, “Brian, don’t be scared. I’m here to

help you out, make you popular.”

Brian, alarmed, went into a corner of the elevator and asked, “How do you know my

name?”

“Brian, darling, I’m your guardian. I’ve noticed you’ve been struggling with looks and

fame, but sweetie, that’s all about to change. If you want it to.”

Brian couldn’t believe it. She did know exactly what he was feeling and thinking. He

wanted to say, “yes! of course”, but just couldn’t. How could a guy who never talked to

anyone, make a deal like that? Well wait, exactly. What did he have to lose? He had

hardly any friends, his family ignored him, and lets face it he was boring. So biting his

tongue, he nodded his head.

“Great. Now, just promise me this: you’ll complain of nothing. You won’t beg or cry

for anything else. Promise this and I’ll make you beautiful.”

“....I promise.” assured Brian.

A week later, no changes happened. Brian never saw the strange woman again,

and life went on.

At first he thought it was fake, some kid from his school playing a prank. But when

he looked in the mirror, there were no pimples, scars, or double chin. His body was

slim, he had muscles and an attractive face. He couldn’t believe it. The strange lady

was right! He couldn’t wait to go to school and talk to Cassie. He got to school and

there were a lot of stares, especially from girls. He enjoyed the attention he received

but was on one mission. One mission only: talk to Cassie. He was walking toward her

when she started to walk toward him.

She smiled and questioned, “How could someone like you, look like this? In one

week? I don’t buy it for a second.”

The smile on Brian’s face quickly faded. “I swear to you Cassie, it’s me, Brian. I

changed my whole life for a girl like you to notice me” he begged.

She giggled, “Oh, people notice alright.” Then she and her friends walked away

laughing. Brian wondered why people were laughing. He couldn’t figure it out. He

wanted to see the strange lady again to figure out why people laughed. Then he saw..

Everything he touched turned to ash, but himself. He touched books, poof! Ash.

Then by mistake, he accidentally bumped into a girl, he put his hand on her to

apologize and whoosh! Ash. Now he realized that everything wasn’t as great as it

seemed. He wanted to look good, he was selfish. Now he couldn’t fit the pieces

together. His old personality and new looks were enemies. It’s too late though he

realized, he started to get teary eyed. He remembered what she said to him, “...You’ll

complain of nothing, you won’t beg or cry for anything else...”

Finally the dots connected. He made a deal with the devil. Irreversible. His life was

gone, no going back. He realized beauty wasn’t everything. He realized he actually

had things to lose to lose, his family, his friends, himself. He couldn’t touch anything.

When you’re life turns to ash, the only thing you can do, is follow the path you started.

That’s exactly what he did. He joined the wood he threw into the fire.. he blended with

the ones he touched. No more would he hurt, no more would he complain, and no

more, would beauty be worth anything in the world.

Story #28: Fred the Toucan

Fred the Toucan

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Fred the toucan, was a very simple bird. He liked Flying, cawing, pecking at stuff, and most importantly Cheerios. His love for all these things are what led 

to him being best friends with Bert the mouse. 

The story begins with Fred flying high above the jungle, looking for a place to rest. While Fred was flying around, Bert was scurrying away from a very fat, angry wild boar, named Henry. Henry was chasing Bert because he had been stealing Henry’s fruit from the watering hole. 

While events on the ground were taking place, Fred saw what was going on and being the toucan that he was, decided to go and help Bert. So Fred swooped down and snatched Bert up in his beak, but while doing so Henry had bit Fred in the leg. After dropping Bert off at his home, which was in a tree trunk, Fred decided to go to the local watering hole. He was here for one reason, to find Vernon the Crocodile, because he knew this was the one person who could take care of Henry.

In the days to come Bert and Fred had become close friends, Fred sometimes flew Bert around the jungle so Bert could find himself a new tree to make home in, since Henry was out to get him. Fred didn’t have to worry about Henry, he had bigger problems like Jerome the jaguar, who had once lived in Fred’s tree, had just gotten out of captivity and wanted his tree back. Fred had no idea what to do about Jerome since he already had Vernon taking care of Henry. 

One day Fred and Bert were flying around and had come across a plane that had wrecked in the jungles long ago, so Bert and Fred decided to search it. They came across this box full of round loop shaped things, so Bert took a nibble of one and loved it. So Fred decided to try one too and loved it, and there were hundreds of boxes on the plane. Bert and Fred didn’t know what they were but they had the word Cheerios on the front, so Fred and Bert decide to take three boxes home.

Later that day Jerome had come by the tree and requested to talk to Fred. Fred was reluctant to talk to Jerome, cause he thought he would for sure get eaten. Bert and Fred showed Jerome the cheerios and told him he could have a box if he let Fred have the tree. Jerome agreed to this deal, since everyone loves cheerios, and then he went to find his own tree. Little to Bert and Fred know that someone was watching them, and they knew that they had cheerios.

About a week or so later, Fred and Bert ran out of cheerios and went to get more, but when they got there, they were gone. Bert and Fred went home depressed and in the weeks to follow had sugar withdraws. Fred became bitter and eager to get cheerios and Bert had gotten lonely and sad without Fred to keep him company. Then one day when Bert was walking around town he saw Henry carrying a box of cheerios, he instantly knew that these weeks had been payback.

Bert waited and waited outside Henrys house for hours waiting to see where he hid the cheerios, then Bert noticed that Henry was no longer home, where had he gone? Bert looked all over then realized Henry didn’t leave the house above ground. So Bert went to work finding where the tunnel came out at. He found it about a mile or so away near the plane.

He found the stash of cheerios back at the plane, and went to town to get Vernon. So with Vernon behind Bert went to the plane and found Henry there eating the cheerios. Henry tried attacking Bert but Vernon slapped Henry with his tail, then ran him out of the jungle, Henry was never seen again. 

Bert had gone back to town to find Fred to tell him that he had found the cheerios, and when he did Fred didn’t believe it. Fred followed Bert back to the plane and when he saw the cheerios he couldn’t believe it. Fred apologized to Bert for being so mean the last few weeks and they went back to being friends, in fact they were now best friends.

Story #27: The Bag

The Bag

My name is John Smith. I’m at the airport. I’ve been here many times for business trips

and family vacations. That’s all gone now. I lost my job, and I am the only member of

my family left. I’m just looking for a good place to find work and earn enough money to

support myself. Although I haven’t ate in a day and a half, I suppose some airplane

peanuts are going to have to be enough until I can find something to eat that will

actually fulfill my hunger. I’m waiting for my flight to be called, when a person carrying

a briefcase that I have never seen before approaches me.

“John Smith.” the stranger said my name as if he were a close friend of mine.

“How do you know my name?” I asked the stranger.

“I’ve been looking for the perfect person for a favor I need done, and I know that you

are him.”

“Why would I do anything for a complete stranger? I don’t owe you anything.” I replied,

a slight bit annoyed. The stranger pulled out his briefcase and laid it in my lap. I

regarded it with curiosity, and I cautiously opened the case. Inside, I see piles of 100

dollar bills.

“Should this be enough to get you to do me a favor?” the stranger asked. I could

survive for years on that much money. Thinking about all the food and luxury I could

have from that money makes my mouth water.

“I’ll do your favor.” I reply.

“Good, good. Listen closely to what I’m saying. I need you to carry this onto the plane,

and put it in a secluded spot.” He pulls a duffel bag out of his overcoat that he is

wearing and hands it to me. I’m so awestruck over the money that I don’t think about

what could be in the bag. He turns and takes his leave, while I hear something on the

loudspeaker.

“Flight 92. Flight 92 report to the bridge.” I gather my things and get onto the plane. I

look around for my seat. D10... D10.... ahh, here it is. I sit down, no one next to me. I

prefer it that way anyways. I’ve always been a loner. Halfway through the flight, I fake

going to the bathroom to hide the bag. I return to my seat and don’t think twice about

what could be in the bag, not knowing what I had just done.

Months later

I remember how this all started. A couple freak stories on the news of people eating

people’s pets were first, then came the stories of cannibalism that were oh so frequent.

The cause is a virus that they can only assume was released by an airborne terrorist

attack, or so they say. I know what really happened, and I am the cause of this virus. I

think back about taking the offer and I curse myself for being so stupid. I’ve been

locked in my house for 5 days now. I can hear so many people knocking on my door

for refuge, only for them to be answered by silence. I watch through the door as they

are attacked by the virus carriers, and killed. I know that somehow I have not caught

the disease, or maybe I have the disease but I just don’t have the same symptoms.

Either way, I’m going to die in this house.

Day 6: When I woke up today, I noticed that there was a small duffel bag on my

counter. I went over to it and peeked inside, and found a strange vial of liquid and a

note. I picked up the note.

“This is the only cure for the virus. Do what you will with it.” Was it really the cure? If it

is, I wonder what I could do with it! I could sell it to make even more money! I could

drink it, then wait this out until it dies down, and then be the leader the rises from the

ashes of civilization! I could rule what world left there was, and I could have everything

I wanted. I think I’ll sleep on it, then decide what to do in the morning.

Day 7: I was barely able to get any sleep due to the screaming outside of my house,

and it shows. I walk over to the mirror and I have bags under my eyes, and I feel like I

just got run over by a bus. I look over and see the cure and the note. I take one look at

it, run over and drink it all in one gulp. I don’t feel any different, but I don’t know what I

was expecting. I hear someone outside trying to break into my house. They have a

shotgun and they are shooting repeatedly at the handle of the door. I try to hide, but it’s

no use, they made it in.

“Well well well, look what we have here!” the stranger says. He’s pointing the shotgun

at my head, and I can’t do much but to notice how bad it is outside when I see past him

into the doorway. Cars are burning, people are running around the street chasing other

people, a few people are lying on the ground, either dead or dying. I wish I hadn’t

taken that deal on the plane.

The stranger continues, “I’m from the house across the street from you. I’ve seen

people come up to your door and you just ignore them and let them die at the hands of

those things.”

I reply, “I had no choice, if I let them in, the things would get in as well.”

The stranger doesn’t seem very assured by my answer. He takes a deep breath then

cocks his gun.

“You are going to pay for letting those people die.” He pauses, then continues, “I will

kill you.” I close my eyes, ready to accept my fate. I hear a scream, and turn around. I

can’t believe what I am seeing. I see two people eating the stranger who was just

going to kill me. I scream, and they look up and leap on me. It’s all black after that.

Story #26: Regionals

Regionals

“Everything you’ve been working for, every goal you set, game you won, all comes

down to this game. And I am trusting you ladies give it your all out there tonight,

because you know very well that you deserve it.” said our already intense coach.

We are all getting ourselves mentally prepared in the locker room while coach and

the three seniors give a pep talk to prepare everyone for the big game. We were

seated above Eastland, in the number one spot, and was not planning to step down

from that spot tonight. Because tonight was regionals and we were ready to take on

the Eastland Cougars.

With nerves and emotions high, we wait for the music to cue us onto the court. As

we all run around the court, I get a good look at the crowed. It was packed, to say the

least, which didn’t help with the nerves. As we get into our huddle, the crowd starts

cheering and we start praying. When the first six players step onto the court, blood is

pumping and hearts and minds are racing. Even I, who waited one rotation to go in,

could feel how tense it was in that gym. Once that whistle blows and you score a point,

it shatters all nerves left in your body and turn them into adrenaline.

The first game was a great victory for the Erie Cardinals. But that didn’t keep the

Cougars from stopping in their second match, they didn’t let up and pulled through with

a win. Tie game, which was decided with a third game that was always very intense.

As the game went on, back and forth, we started to get weary and tired. So our team,

dropped down in points and it looked like the Cougars had it in the bag for them.

Coach called a time out and got everybody re focused. The gym was so loud we could

barely hear ourselves think, but as me and five other girls stepped back onto the court,

we had to block all that noise out and play our game. Finally, we get the ball back and

we are ahead. Brooke has the last serve, this could win the game for us. The pressure

was very high on Brooke. But she pulled through and got an ace for the team. Erie

volleyball was deemed Regional campions of 2012! Come to find out, Eastland was

pretty sure of themselves and already made up “Eastland 2012 champion” shirts. It

was a good feeling knowing those couldn’t be put to use. The rage rushes the court

and everyone was on cloud nine. Some cried, yelled, smiled, but all felt utter

accomplishment. Small town Erie won and it was the best feeling in the world.

Story #25: Monday, November 10, 1946

Monday, November 10, 1946

Monday, November 10, 1946. Today is an ordinary day just like any other that would

occur during the week. But, little did LeAndre, aka Leon, know his life would be

changed forever. Lets back up and tell you more about LeAndre.

November 9. It was Sunday evening when Leon was out with his boys, Jerome and

Darrell. Darrell just got back from over seas where he was at war with Hitler and the

guys wanted to celebrate. Jerome was available but Leon’s kids were sick.

Fortunately his wife said he could go out, and she would stay home with them. Instead

of asking where Darrell where he would like to eat Jerome had planned out the whole

night for them. They started off the night by going to the best Chinese restaurant in all

of Brooklyn, “The Great Wall”. All the guys love Chinese and the restaurant had only

been open for two months and non of the guys had been there. Then they would stop

by “The Iron Dwarf” this was the best and well-known tavern in all of New York. They

were right on track, Everything was going well and best part of the meal came, a

fortune cookie. Everybody knows they they are true, they work. It’s not by luck, or

accident that you get the one you get. There are no accidents (Kung Fu Panda), it was

by fate that you were chosen to get it.

The guys never share what there fortunes are because it just causes for bad luck, but

all of them are superstitious and believe in them. Darrell opened his and it read, “A

good beginning is only half done.” and this was true, the night was only half over, and

the guys had much more fun to come. Jerome was next, his read, “A refreshing

change is in your future.” This is probably the best fortune he could use. Jerome was

going through a rough patch in his life having trouble with drugs and alcohol abuse.

Leon, this time in his life things are going great, he jus had his second child, and his

marriage was stronger than ever. When he got his message he was shocked, and

immediately looked up and thought, me? why me? "Your life is in danger. Say nothing

to anyone. You must leave the city immediately and never return. You have 24 hours.

Repeat: say nothing. "

His whole life was flashing before his eyes, his mind was overflowing with thoughts,

and he didn’t know what to do. When they went to the tavern he had a few shots to

get it of his mind. One turned into two and two turned into three and before he knew it

he was waking up Monday morning with his two friends passed out next to him.

“What happened last night?” Leon whispered as he stood up and whipped his eyes. At

that moment he reached into his pocket for his wallet. When he pulled it out of his back

pocket he noticed something, a small white piece of paper. he didn’t think anything of it

and put his wallet back. He woke Jerome and Darrell up and asked,

“You guys remember anything from last night?”

“Nope”, said Jerome.

“Not a clue”, replied Darrell. Then it hit Leon, and he immediately bolted out the front

door. His wife was at work and his kids at school. The very first thing he did was

gather what was necessary, backpack with three water bottles, two extra change of

clothes, small survival kit, and a picture of his family. He also packed a suit case, this

bag had his valuables, not expensive things but rather sentimental things, along with a

jacket and other warm winter clothes. It was 3 o’clock, his kids would be home from

school soon and his wife would be getting home from work quickly too. He wanted to

be out before anyone was home, so he quickly wrote a letter and left in on the table.

He pulled his luggage to the side of the curb called a taxi and got dropped off at the

train station, he bought a ticket to the outskirts when he got there he looked to the right,

looked to the left, took a deep breath, and said “Show me the way”

Story #24: Endless Journey

Endless Journey 

I woke up normal, like I usually do, laying in bed and wishing I were still a sleep.  It never dawned on me that today was my last day on this planet.  When I finally got out of bed, I drove into town, everything was different.  No one was in sight at a 11:30 a.m. on a saturday.  I never thought to think that this was weird or anything, I just continued to go on with my day, until I saw it.  The biggest thing  had ever seen in my life, I still remember the first thought that came into my head, have they come to kill us? I asked over and over again in my head, as I headed toward this mysterious thing, it was like I was being pulled in.  I drove up to a parking lot directly underneath this magnificent yet frightening thing, I was being pulled in I figured when I looked down and was in the air an going up and up till my car was a spec,  when I went into this mysterious thing  I saw everyone I knew. Over and intercom I heard a very strange voice saying something about WWIII. I felt the ship like thing jerk back and forth, I found the nearest window and all I saw was nothing but endless explosion after explosion as what seemed like to be earth but in a distance now, Boom out of no were everything is black.  I wake up in confusion and I am scared, I still am scared, I have no idea where I am going or what happened to my home. 

Story #23: Untitled

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Everyone has had those friends that you know you’ll never lose. These three girls

have been friends since junior high. They were inseparable. They did everything

together. Sometimes they got in trouble but what kids don’t? Also, they sometimes get

in situations you will never forget.

The three teens were driving down the road heading to the mall and listening to

103.7 radio station. It was around seven o'clock, and about to get dark. It was a

scorching summer, no wind, no rain, just hot weather that everyone hated. They were

singing and dancing in their seats having a great time. They drove for a little bit longer

and they reached their destination. They were all excited to be at the mall and ready to

shop. The three girls were shopping in the electronics department, listening to music

with the new headphones. The music was so loud they were yelling, trying to talk to

each other. They were laughing and having a good time. While they were still yelling,

the over-com came on and said the mall will be closing in five minutes, please finish up

your shopping.

The three continued to look around the store and left headed toward the bathroom.

When they were leaving the restroom, they noticed that it was really dark and quiet.

Like so quiet that you could hear a mouse scurry across the floor. They were in the

hallway between all the stores searching for anyone. They had no idea that the store

had closed. They were all wondering what was going on, so they decided to leave.

Little did they know that the doors were locked and could not get out. They looked at

each other and were thinking the same thing, the store is closed! We’re locked inside!

What are we going to do? One of the girls pulled out her phone, no service. Now what

were they going to do. They were stuck inside the mall with no phone, in the dark. The

other girl suggested, “Why don’t we make this a great trip and have some fun, why

can’t we just mess around in the mall and just wait for someone to come in the

morning?” The other two girls looked at each other and nodded their heads saying

“Okay! I guess we can do that.”

The three teens ended up having a great time in the mall by themselves. They ran

up and down the halls singing, dancing, and just trying on clothes. It was so different

being in the mall all by themselves. They loved it. They slept in the mattress store on

the new temper pedic mattresses. They had a hard time leaving those! In the morning,

the janitor came in and let them out. They were thrilled to leave, but in the back of their

heads they were thinking, that was the best day of our lives! Still to this day, the three

girls talk about their great adventure.

.

Story #22: Untitled

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Fred closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and jumped…

Back in April, Fred was just a normal guy. He lived in a small town where everyone

knew everything, that’s just how he liked it. He was an above average student, starting

quarterback on the football team and did everything that was asked of him, till Noah.

Noah moved into town just before school started. No one knew much about him, they

knew he was from a big city and thats about it. So when school started Fred decided to

show him around the school and introduce him to some people. Noah was shy and

didn’t make many friends, he hung around Fred a lot and tried to fit in. Noah and Fred

hung out outside of school, after practice, and on the weekends. They did regular guy

things together. They went to the movies with girls and to different parties. Fred

learned things about Noah along the way. A bunch of different things, but there was

one thing that he learned that worried him, Noah was an adrenaline junkie.

One night after attending a huge party Noah and Fred walked out to the local bridge.

They had both been drinking that night and Noah wanted to show Fred what he used

to do for fun. Fred was unsure about Noah’s idea, he wasn’t sure it was safe or smart

but he went along anyway. Noah walked up to the edge of the bridge and looked down

at the water then back at Fred with warning eyes. Fred felt a shiver crawl up his spine

and he took a step back. Noah looked at him and said, “Come on, jump. Don’t be a

chicken.” Fred walked up the edge, he looked from Noah to the water and froze in

place.

“I can’t”, Fred whispered, his voice shaking in fear, “I can’t”

“Yes you can”, Noah taunted from behind him. “Just close your eyes and jump,

you’re going to love it. Do you not trust me?” Fred took another step toward the edge

still looking a little uneasy about the idea. “Just jump”, Noah said again. Fred closed

his eyes, took a deep breath, and jumped. He felt his stomach jump to his throat and

he felt sick, but he also felt free as he plummeted toward the water. He was waiting for

the cold water to swallow him up but he felt like he just kept falling.

Finally hitting the water his toes touched the hard sand at the bottom of the river and

pushed up fast. He reached the surface of the water and tilted his head up just in time

to see Noah diving from the bridge, head first. He swam fast trying to evacuate the

area so him and Noah wouldn’t collide, he swam to the water’s edge and pulled

himself out of the frigid water. Fred thought to himself how cold it was, he didn’t pack a

spare change of clothes or a towel. He had a blanket in his car but what about Noah.

He saw Noah wading over to him looking possessed, he had a huge smile on his face

and he looked at me like he was high. “What did you think?” he asked Fred.

“That was interesting I guess. I’m never doing that again though.” Fred replied.

Story #21: My Biggest Life Lesson

My Biggest Life Lesson

Have you ever been caught shop lifting? Well I’m Jenelle and I’m going to tell you

my experience getting caught shop lifting.

I was ahh lets say about 12, when I spotted this really cool stuffed bear I wanted I

was with my parents and I asked them to buy it for me and they told me they didn’t

have couldn't buy it. The next four weeks after that I kept asking for this bear and they

kept telling me they couldn't buy it. I never could figure out why they wouldn’t buy it for

me.

One Sunday afternoon on July 12 I went into that store that had that bear in it, I

brought in my big play purse so they wouldn’t think anything of it, and when they

weren’t look I hid that bear right in my play purse and started talking out. When all of

a sudden my arm gets grabbed by the owner of that little store. I knew I was in trouble

when I seen the look on her face. She told me to open up my purse, so I did.

Now little girl why would you steal from me, she said in a low voice.

Well miss I’ve been wanting this bear for five weeks now and my parents have been

telling me they don’t have enough money, I said and start to cry.

Sweetie, there is a reason why your parents can’t buy you this bear, it is not for sale,

this bear is my bear and it is the things that start this store, it this type of bear was the

first item I sold in this store, told the owner.

She did call my parents about what I have done. They came to the store as fast as

they could and instantly started yelling at me. The store own calmed them down and

told them every child makes mistakes and it was fine.

Finally, I realized why my parents wouldn’t buy me this bear. I told the lady I was

sorry and she told me she happened to have another bear just like it and she wanted

to give it to me. Even though I got grounded and couldn’t go anywhere the store

owner gave me the second bear she had and I also got a job there when I turned

sixteen. Now, you know all about my biggest life lesson.