Short stories, anyone?
Hmm, here's a true story that happened to me:
Okay, after my sister's highschool play (bye bye birdie), the cast had a cast party at the perkins in the next town. My sister had a friend, Keynen, who had a crush on her and would do anything. Now, my sister and her friends like to steal things from restaurants (including napkin holders, glasses, silverware, and menus) and store them in my room. So Keynen and Casey (a freshman) decided to steal the gumball machine. Fat Charlie (another freshman I have been in musicals with) closed all the blinds and distracted the waitress. Keynen and Casey just grabbed the gumball machine (which was about 5 feet tall) and carried it across the parking lot into his van. All during this I'm asleep, and I know nothing about it. So, at about 3 AM I hear a bunch of stomping and grunts. A couple guys open the door to my room and carry this big-ass object in. I, still half-asleep, start inquiring what the hell is going on, using a string of swear words and hand movements. They all leave the room, and I get up to see what it was. Sure enough, it was a gumball machine. I attempted to break into the back where the money was, but all my tools were downstairs (I only had a few knives and some pliars) so I was unsuccessful. I ended up buying a gumball then going downstairs, where I found Keynen, Casey and my sister all sitting down laughing. I cannot explain how funny it was. So, everyone leaves and I lay on the couch and watch the new South Park. Later when I woke up, I heard my dad yelling at my sister (he said stealing the gumball machine was stupider than calling michael jackson to baby-sit) and he was apparently really pissed off. The only person that actually noticed it was gone from the perkins was jenna, a girl who lives with my girlfriend's (ex-girlfriend it is now) family.
That's my gumball machine story. Anoyone else have any stories of this nature? <I'll write the better ones down when I'm not so lazy>
Okay, after my sister's highschool play (bye bye birdie), the cast had a cast party at the perkins in the next town. My sister had a friend, Keynen, who had a crush on her and would do anything. Now, my sister and her friends like to steal things from restaurants (including napkin holders, glasses, silverware, and menus) and store them in my room. So Keynen and Casey (a freshman) decided to steal the gumball machine. Fat Charlie (another freshman I have been in musicals with) closed all the blinds and distracted the waitress. Keynen and Casey just grabbed the gumball machine (which was about 5 feet tall) and carried it across the parking lot into his van. All during this I'm asleep, and I know nothing about it. So, at about 3 AM I hear a bunch of stomping and grunts. A couple guys open the door to my room and carry this big-ass object in. I, still half-asleep, start inquiring what the hell is going on, using a string of swear words and hand movements. They all leave the room, and I get up to see what it was. Sure enough, it was a gumball machine. I attempted to break into the back where the money was, but all my tools were downstairs (I only had a few knives and some pliars) so I was unsuccessful. I ended up buying a gumball then going downstairs, where I found Keynen, Casey and my sister all sitting down laughing. I cannot explain how funny it was. So, everyone leaves and I lay on the couch and watch the new South Park. Later when I woke up, I heard my dad yelling at my sister (he said stealing the gumball machine was stupider than calling michael jackson to baby-sit) and he was apparently really pissed off. The only person that actually noticed it was gone from the perkins was jenna, a girl who lives with my girlfriend's (ex-girlfriend it is now) family.
That's my gumball machine story. Anoyone else have any stories of this nature? <I'll write the better ones down when I'm not so lazy>
*Short stories, anyone?*
Um.... Short?? Short is like 2-3 minutes to read. This took me like 8 minutes. (I'm pretty sure you didn't want comments but oh well...)
Um.... Short?? Short is like 2-3 minutes to read. This took me like 8 minutes. (I'm pretty sure you didn't want comments but oh well...)
Heh, how different definitions can be...
In literature, a short story is typically 10-20 double-spaced pages.
In literature, a short story is typically 10-20 double-spaced pages.
Dude, there's no way that actually took you eight minutes to read... maybe 1 or 2.
Once upon a time...when I was about 15 actually.
And I was drunk.(yes the statute of limitations is up on this one! nyah nyah!)Anyways,I stumbled into the police parking lot and snagged me some license plates.After I had about 4 or 5,a cop suddenly comes out the side door.*eek* So I hid behind a car and he went over to his cruiser,got something and went back inside.SO naturally,I walked over and stole his license plate too.Then I ran....very,very quickly.Then while I was walking down the main highway with a whole buttload of plates,some chick and a guy stop to give me a ride.So I hopped in and after they asked where I got the plates and I told them, they were all like freaky.They were worried that their fingerprints were on the plates and they said we should ditch them.Then they threw my plates into a big trash bin.*sob* I was such a pushover back then.
Afterwards I got to go to a party though.So it's all good.Except I ended up having to walk home.It was about 6 or 7km I guess.Okay,I'll stop rambling now.
And I was drunk.(yes the statute of limitations is up on this one! nyah nyah!)Anyways,I stumbled into the police parking lot and snagged me some license plates.After I had about 4 or 5,a cop suddenly comes out the side door.*eek* So I hid behind a car and he went over to his cruiser,got something and went back inside.SO naturally,I walked over and stole his license plate too.Then I ran....very,very quickly.Then while I was walking down the main highway with a whole buttload of plates,some chick and a guy stop to give me a ride.So I hopped in and after they asked where I got the plates and I told them, they were all like freaky.They were worried that their fingerprints were on the plates and they said we should ditch them.Then they threw my plates into a big trash bin.*sob* I was such a pushover back then.
Afterwards I got to go to a party though.So it's all good.Except I ended up having to walk home.It was about 6 or 7km I guess.Okay,I'll stop rambling now.
I once got attacked by a swinging door on my way out of a building, it was a vicious door, that one, slamming me on the back and all.
The door-fearing Chaotic
The door-fearing Chaotic
Eight minutes is still a Short Story compared to the time it takes to read a book 
Depending on the book, I can read some in like 5 minutes. (and like an 80 page book in 10-15 minutes. But not long pages.)
It took you eight minutes to read? In twelve minutes I read the first of the fifth part of The Shining.
Have you heard of the book "Love That Dog"? It's a extreamly easy book that is 80 pages and most pages aren't even half full. It's soo easy, I can read it in about 15 minutes.
This is a story that happened to my dad when he was 20-30 (I think)
Ok, him and his friend had a pet monkey named 'Morris'. Several times they got Morris to take an orange out of a bra, then they'd give him a grape as a reward. Then one day they brought him to the beach.....
The evil Chaotic
Ok, him and his friend had a pet monkey named 'Morris'. Several times they got Morris to take an orange out of a bra, then they'd give him a grape as a reward. Then one day they brought him to the beach.....
The evil Chaotic
I didnt bother reading that story at first, as i planned to read the other posts first. I'm an incredibly slow reader, btw. I decided to time myself, and it took 2 mins 10 seconds... How the smuge can you read that in 8 minuites.
