Percy Winkly

This was a writing exercise I did for class. What do you think of the story and how could I make it more funny?

Percy Winkly is no longer with us, or, at least no longer living. Percy had died a few years ago in a tragic but extremely informative Hadron Collider accident. Percy was split into billions of atoms which then collided with each other and eliminated themselves from existence. From Percy's perspective the whole event was utterly terrifying. from the scientist's, who were watching the spectacle safe inside their lab, perspective the event looked extremely similar to a Forth of July party. Poor Percy was undoubtedly dead, but then something amazing happened. The molecules that made up Percy's conscious managed to get there act together, decided to settle their differences, and shot into space. There they collided with a passing trans-dimensional being. Unfortunately this species of life form can only be seen in our dimension through the lens of a camera which is wielded by the cast of a popular science fiction TV show who call themselves "ghost hunters". Percy's conscious easily took over the beings mind as trans-dimensional being who hang around this part of the universe are usually pretty dull. Percy admired his new sense of reality for a moment before returning to Earth. Without the limitations of his body and the constant disapproval from his peers Percy quickly discovered the answers to all of life's mysteries. Unfortunately for humanity Percy's attempts to reveal the answers only served to boost the TV show's ratings.

Under The World We Know Part 6

Alright this time I'm awake and rearing to add some more depth to the story. I'm also experimenting with a more descriptive writing style. Something more Harry Potter type. So please tell me how you liked it and the usual assortment of suggestions of plot development.

Now that they were safe inside the cave Bion had a chance to look around. The cave was a great assortment of minerals, aside from the gaping hole at the end of course. But it wasn’t the exact minerals that the mining company wanted. It would be far too easy of a day to just be able to find what they needed in a matter of minutes. No, the brothers were going to have to traverse deeper into the labyrinths of cave; luckily Bion remembered where to go. He motioned to his brother and they walked over to where he had tied the rope to the granite. A little ways beyond that was a slight step-like path to another cave that wrapped down and around the chasm. So they would have to stand close to the wall and inch their way across, but it was the only way they could go. Carson placed his hand on his little brother’s shoulder, “Don’t worry Bion, its safe enough; just don’t slip.” And with that he patted him on the back and took a step in front to lead. Bion followed close behind, near enough that he could grab onto his brother if either of them fell, but not close enough that he was treading on his heels. And, with a reproachful sigh from Bion, they walked forward, into the darkness of new mystery.

As they walked rocks crunched underfoot and fell off into the chasm leaving dust still left hovering in the air. Bion kept his hand on the smooth wall to steady himself the whole way. Occasionally looking into the darkness for the ledge Carson had landed on. Not a word had passed between the brothers until Bion saw a twinkling light in the dark. “Carson, look over there,” He pointed, “It’s the ledge, you left a flashlight on it.”

Carson squinted in the dark, “Yea, I took out my mini light to see where I was, I must have left it on. It’s too late now though; unless you want to be the one to go back and get it.” Bion shook his head vigorously and Carson laughed at his brother’s enthusiasm. “Didn’t think so, let’s just keep going. The battery should wear out in a few days anyway.” So they kept inching along slowly making their way to the opening at the end of the path.

When they reached the safety of open cave Bion threw himself in, almost falling on his face in the process. Carson let out another chuckle but immediately started scanning the place looking for possible minerals and other optional caves. It looked at lot like the last cave they had been in but this one had an odd shaped passageway hidden towards the back. Shaped like a doorway it was scarcely taller than the boys, maybe five feet and a few inches. It was worn away as if by water, but Bion took out his flashlight and examined it even closer. “Carson, it looks like someone did this with tools.”

“How can you tell?”

“Well, look here.” He pointed at a spot that was a slight different color and texture that its counterparts, “Groves, as if someone ground it away slowly. It would have taken some care to be able to make this look so natural. Unless it was done a while ago and eroded through time.” Bion looked up at his brother with an awed expression, “Do you think we’re stumbling on and ancient civilization?”

Carson crouched down next to his brother and looked at the groves, “Well if we do, they better at least give us some time off or something.”

The Real Villain of Oz

This is a writing exercise we did in Mr. Greene's second block Creative Writing
class. The last line had to be, "The man had a laugh like dry corn
husks." Tell me what you think. :)

"Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow the yellow brick road!"
Dorothy sang quietly to herself. "Oz seems like such a nice
place." She thought as she skipped.
"Woof, woof!" Toto's high-pitched bark broke through her pleasant
thoughts. "What is it, Toto?" She said, scanning the surrounding
forest. Something metallic caught her eye in the midday sun. "Squeak...
squeak..." Dorothy felt fear drop into her stomach like a rock. What could
this robotic creature be?
"Yip, yip!" Toto persisted, nudging a can toward her. She picked it
up and read the label."Oil..." Looking hesitantly from her dog to the
creature, she decided to pour some on the metal beast and hope for the best.
She trusted Toto, he was pretty smart for such a little dog.
"Aaah!" The beast sighed, stretching his arms over his head.
"Thank you! I really appreciate it, but we have got to get out of here,
and I mean pronto. I'd love to explain, but there's really no time. I was
trying to warn you earlier." "Warn me about what?" The young
girl's eyes were wide ovals set into her freckled face. "Is it that Wicked
Witch I've heard so much about?" She asked. "No." The Tin Man
said. "Much worse. Come on, we need to leave!" He said, grabbing her
wrist and starting to run down the road.
Suddenly, they stopped dead in their tracks. Standing before them was a tall,
lanky man in baggy overalls. Hay littered the road around him and poked through
his clothes.The man lifted his sagging head and adjusted his hat, revealing his
cold, black eyes. Dorothy glanced nervously at the Tin Man, who was breathing
heavy. Why was he so afraid of someone who appeared to be made of straw?
Dorothy guessed she would soon find out.
An evil smile creased his cloth face. The thin man had a laugh like dry corn
husks.

james bad day

James was having a horrible day.
First block he got to school late, and missed half of first block, which meant he also missed the big test, which counted for twenty percent of his grade! then he got an F in second block, and got his phone taken away in third, and his mom would have to come and get it after school. he lost his lunch money, and he had missed breakfast that morning. in fourth block he threw-up, even though his stomach was pretty much empty, and then he missed his bus back home. his mother had forbidden him to walk home, so then he had to wait at the school until six o'clock, outside in the rain. when James finally got home, he fell asleep doing homework. of course, he woke up at exactly eleven fifty-five.
James had a horrible day, but as the clock struck twelve, the best day of his life began.

Same Secret

This is the beginning of my last short story, Same Secret. Are Dave and Rachel's thoughts too simliar? If so, how can I make them more different? Please comment.

“What do I do?” Dave thought as he jogged along his usual route through the park. Dave always ran when he needed to think. “This one is different,” he thought. “It’s not every day a person has to make a decision this important. I just can’t choose. I don’t know if I really want to.” Dave was thinking about moving to Chicago. He had gotten a really great job opportunity. He was sure that his girlfriend wouldn't move with him. She loved it there too much. She had a great job and lots of friends in the area. “It really is a great opportunity though,” Dave thought. He couldn't have asked for a better job. He would get to be the manager of the Chicago branch of his company. He would hate himself forever if he didn't give this a shot.
He didn't want to leave his girlfriend though. Maybe they could work out in a long distance relationship, but he wasn't sure how great that would be. "I should probably ask her about it," Dave thought. "I mean, it's only right to include her in this decision.” She might be thinking about their relationship too. If Dave didn't include her now, this could have horrible consequences. She was definitely the jealous type, and he didn't want her to think that something was going on with another girl. They had been dating for a long time, they were pretty seriously involved, and he didn't want her to think that it wasn't as important to him as it was to her. "Ugh, what am I going to do?" Dave realized he had been talking out loud. Unfortunately, he hadn't realized it until that moment, when everyone in the park turned to stare at him.
“What do I do?” Rachel thought as she jogged along her usual route through the park. Rachel always ran when she needed to think. “This one is different,” she thought. “It’s not every day a person has to make a decision this important. I just can’t pick.” She just couldn’t figure out what to do. Rachel was thinking about moving to Chicago. She had gotten a really great job opportunity. She knew that her boyfriend wouldn’t move with her. He had so many connections to the area. Dave grew up there. His family lived nearby and they were really close. He also had a bunch of friends in the area. He wouldn’t want to leave his favorite childhood spots and his little brother. She couldn’t ask him to move, she didn’t want to ask him to uproot his life like that.
“It really is a fantastic opportunity,” Rachel thought. She couldn’t have asked for a better job. She would get to be the head of the design department at her company. She knew she would regret it forever if she didn’t give it a shot. On the other hand, she really didn’t want to leave her boyfriend. They might be able to work it out in a long distance relationship, but she wasn’t so sure. From the stories Rachel had heard, long distance relationships always ended badly.
“He wouldn’t even be that bad off without me,” she thought. “He has a ton of friends, he doesn’t need me.” Actually, that was one of the major things she was worried about. What if he didn’t care that she was leaving? What if he got a new girlfriend the next day? Rachel didn’t want to keep thinking about this. It was making her sick. He probably would get another girlfriend right away. She knew that all he could hook up with any of his girl friends if he wanted to. She also knew that he wouldn’t do it while he was in a relationship. He wasn’t a horrible person, but her moving away would give him the perfect out. A clean break.
She was probably just being paranoid. “I should probably ask him about it,” Rachel thought. “I mean, it’s only right to include him in the decision. If he really does want to break up with me, then I have no reason to stay here.”

outlife for the first small parts of my project for NANOWRIMO

Scene one: McCray and Morris are getting ready for a street fight with the Vesetti’s. McCray is being cocky and joking about it the rest of the group including, Tommy, Joey, and Mitch joke around too. they get their bags ready with guns, bats, and sludge hammers. They also have bleach. They get in their car and make their way.

Scene two: Everyone in the car is quiet until McCray starts a prayer. Everyone joins in. McCray says some words of inspiration. They remember why they are doing this and get ready to kick the crap and kill the people who messed up Valerie (friend of the family Sister to McCray)

Scene three: The boys get out of the car guns loaded and are into the house. They kill two men at the door and make their way upstairs. One by one they clear the main floor and make their way upstairs. The upper floor is made up of a kitchen that wraps around into a family room on the other side of the wall. They make their way around thinking Vesetti’s son may be up there. Morris accidently takes a shot and kill McCray who was climbing up the fire escape to get a sneak attack going. His body falls onto a dumpster below.

Davey's Secret Back Track

All this shit melted together this one summer night. Fireworks, beer cans, and ganja were the main highlights of the other partiers, but, mine was a little different.

A buddy of mine was throwing this crazy party at his old mans lake house for the 4th of July, so naturaly, the entire school knew about it even after classes had ended. I was pumped to get my smush on and drink and smoke into a whole nother world. I packed my car with funnels, bongs, red cups, ect. for my buddy. I do what I can to help out, you see.

By the time I rolled into the driveway, he had music blaring, three beer pong tables set up and about sixty people already there. Girls with bikini tops on and guys in wife beaters. Everyone had drinks in one hand and a smoke in the other.

After doing shot after shot, I decided to check on the ladies, to see if their looks had inproved since my liquor binge. Sarah caught my eye almost immediately. She had always got me going, but especially tonight. After flirting and making out on the couch for a while, I made the most adult decision of my life. I brought her up to the bedroom.

I'm sure you can only imagine what happened next. We went at it like fucking animals and it was amazing, I'm sure. After we finished up, we left on a good note. We had always been close, so, nothing was going to change after tonight. Right?

Four weeks later, I get a call from a number I don't reconize. To my suprise, it was Sarah. She was asking me about the night of the party and if we had used a condom. I wanted to shit myself. She was pregnant. That's what you get when you hit it and quit it after assuming she's on the pill.

I played it like Shaggy for a while, saying I wasn't the one who got her pregnant, but, I manned up. But, only to Sarah. To everyone else, it wasn't my kid. Hell no, she was probably a slut and the kid was probably going to turn out black or asian. Word got back to her that I was covering my ass and now, I've gotten the silent treatment for over a month. I guess I deserved it. Fuck my life.

Mr. Greene and a hooker

As Mr.Greene approached the car it started to tick and the car was extremly hot. He had so much duck tape in his pocket from earlier, tying down his hooker. We all knew he had a goodnight. He takes his tape and wraps it around the handle of the car to try and open the door. The tape melts and he tries again and finally gets it open with so much duck tape. Now hes gotta stop the bomb in the car, he pulls out his 1000 yard thing of tape and wraps it around the bomb, drives to his ex wifes house and it blows up sounding like a old lady fart.

Raiden's Last Hand Part II

Tommy Vercetti was doing well. He had won the last couple of hands. Remarkably, the game was completely devoid of cheating, but the tension between the gangster and the other four gunmen was still running sky high. Snake had pulled out his SOCOM when Tommy pulled the straight out of nowhere, but the play was legit. He had gotten lucky, but there was still money to win. The game was seven card stud, his deal. There were no wild cards. All the players received two cards down, and he dealt out the remaining cards on top. Snake had a nine up. Master Chief received a jack. Max Payne got a six. Max barely glanced at his cards below. He was sitting on his winnings for now, it seemed. Raiden got a ten, and Tommy Vercetti himself received an ace of spades. Vercetti looked below his hand. There was a seven of hearts and a ten of spades. Nothing.

Tommy flashed a cocky grin. “Well ladies, I think I’ll start this one with forty.”

Snake and Master Chief matched his bet without even thinking about it. Max Payne simply turned his cards over. Ordinarily Tommy might resent that kind of behavior, but in this case he was grateful. Raiden matched his bet, and didn't bother to raise. Tommy dealt out the next round of cards.

Snake received a four, and Master Chief received another jack, doubtlessly bolstering his confidence.

“Wonderful. I picked a good time for a bluff. No choice but to keep going.” He thought.

Raiden got a deuce, which was no help in that game. Tommy flipped down the last card. It was the king of spades. He looked around the table. He had the ten of spades himself. Neither of the jacks on the table were in spades thankfully. If anyone had one though-it was all over for him. He had the makings of a straight flush on the table, a shaky one though. Vercetti smiled and leaned back. Master Chief had the only real hand on the table with a pair of jacks. It was his bid first. Vercetti would let the cyborg set the tone for this one. Chief bet another forty, and Vercetti chose to simply call the bet. He couldn't make it look like he was trying to get them all to fold. Raiden and Snake stayed in as well. Vercetti looked more closely at their hands. Both had the makings of a flush, if their cards below matched the ones above.

The next set of cards went out again. Snake and Raiden got a card outside their choice suits, and Master Chief received an eight. The sight appeared to please him. Vercetti sighed and laid down his card. It was the queen of spades.

Vercetti let his eyes bug out. It wasn't hard to do. He had the ace, king, and queen of spades sitting on the table, with the ten underneath. The others had to be sweating. The next set of cards went out again. Snake and Raiden got a card outside their choice suits, and Master Chief received an eight. The sight appeared to please him. Vercetti sighed and laid down his card. It was the queen of spades. Vercetti let his eyes bug out. It wasn't hard to do. He had the ace, king, and queen of spades sitting on the table, with the ten underneath. The others had to be sweating

Master Chief looked at him, worried, and muttered, “I’ll pass.”

Raiden shook his head. “Check.”

Vercetti tried to look like he was suppressing a smile. “Not bad at all girls. That’s enough to make my snake solid. A hundred to stay in.”

Snake quickly matched his bluff. Master Chief hesitated and look at his cards, but threw in the chips anyways. Raiden did the same. Vercetti smiled. Two more to go…

The last card went out. Snake found himself with a deuce. His hand was looking more and more useless by the minute. Master Chief received an ace. And Tommy himself got a three of hearts. Great.

Master Chief looked at his hand and laughed at Tommy. "Eh, you're full of it." The Chief started rolling thousands of dollars in chips onto the table. Vercetti groaned inwardly. He had nothing to go on, and clearly Master Chief wasn't going to give up. Snake threw his hand down before the bidding even got to him. Chief looked at Vercetti, and began to move his arm in the direction of the pot

Vercetti grinned and widened his eyes. He threw in the necessary chips with a casual flick. "Excellent. But not nearly enough. How about we make this a little more personal.

“Don’t have anything worth that much.”

Vercetti rolled his eyes. "What I want from you is personal. I need a favor from you on the shady side of the law, let's say." His mind raced, trying to think of something that Chief would never agree to. "If I win, I want you to help me out with another contestant. I want you to reprogram KOS-MOS on my behalf.

Vercetti held his breath. Chief looked at him with a mix of disgust and curiosity. The cyborg sized him up slowly. “Please, no…no please,” the Chief thought, very worried.

But finally, said “You’ve got yourself a deal.”

Vercetti exhaled and groaned. This was not good. He'd just humiliated himself and thrown most of his cash way. He allowed his shoulders to slouch. Grimly, he tossed the last card down at Chief, and laid his card in front of himself

It was the jack of spades. He…had…the jack of spades. He had a natural royal flush!

Vercetti couldn't even try to keep his face straight. He was beyond caring what Chief thought. He grinned at Chief and threw his entire stack into the pot. "That's more money than you'll make in a year. You just give me all you have and we'll call it even.

Chief looked at him in surprise. Slowly he shook his head and laughed. "All right, what have you got?"

Vercetti excitedly flipped his cards over. "Let's see, you already know the ace, king, and queen of spades...I have the three of hearts... ten of spades, seven of hearts, and my personal favorite... the jack of spades. Hey, what do you know, that makes a royal flush."

Four pistols were instantly pointed at his head again. Chief didn't even bother revealing his full house. Tommy couldn't keep the freaking grin off his face. "Read 'em and weep gentlemen."

Tommy scooped up the chips as Snake and Master Chief counted the cards. Max shook his head in disbelief. Raiden was just stunned. He held his gun motionless in the air.

"Might want to put that thing down, kid." Chief said absently. Chief looked back and forth between the cards and Tommy, and stared at both in disbelief. Tommy realized he'd been sweating.

“If this kind of luck keeps up I may have to consider going legit. Nah.”

"I saw it myself, and I don't believe it," Snake said, shaking his head. "Vercetti won a game legally."

Vercetti grinned. "You owe me a favor too, Chief, don't forget." He looked over his winnings again. Not bad.

Saying Goodbye- Ending Excerpt

This is an excerpt from one of the short stories I wrote in class. The short story is actually just a small piece of a novel I want to eventually start writing. Just tell me what you think, if you'd be able to do what my character Shane does, and whether or not you think Kathryn did the right thing by telling Matthew the truth.

Kathryn knew she didn’t want to have to let him go, not again, but she also knew there was nothing she could do to help him. She slipped back into the room, knowing she’d have to deliver the message no one ever wanted to give a patient, especially when there was a connection like this one.
“Matthew,” she said quietly, her eyes closed as she took his hand in a comforting manner. She couldn’t deny the sparks she felt when she touched him. Maybe that was part of the reason she didn’t want to have to tell him that he wasn’t going to make it. She knew he was staring at her, probably questioning the tears that were beginning to flow down her face.
“I’m not going to make it, am I?” He asked, his voice calm. She hated how he seemed to be so alright with what was going on in his life. Years ago, he would have begged her to keep him alive, so that he could hold her and keep her safe. She kept this thought strong as Amanda walked in, the one person she needed at that moment.
“Matthew…” Kat couldn’t think, and it all just spewed out, mixed with tears and emotions. “No, Matt, you aren’t going to make it. You only have a few more days with the care we can give, and there’s so much more to it than that… I have a story for you, but you need to listen carefully.”
Accepting his fate, Matthew nodded, and Kathryn began to tell her tale.
“Years ago, I was dating a guy going off to basic training. I got scared. I wrote him letters all the time, but there was nothing I could do to keep myself from needing him around. Then he got shipped off for nine-eleven, and I couldn’t handle it anymore. That was it, I just had to leave. And I did. I ended things with him through a letter, the words I wrote haunting me up until this day.”Kathryn stopped for a momentary breath and then continued. “Matthew, I’ve always loved you. I never wanted to leave but I was scared and I didn’t think you would be able to ever come home. How could I have lived knowing you lost your life long before I got to see you again? So I gave up, and wrote you that letter telling you I couldn’t do it anymore. And I’ve regretted it since. I love my boyfriend, but you were my first love and always will be the person my heart truly belongs to… Oh, Matt… I wish I could’ve told you sooner.”
Tears dripped from Matthew’s eyes. Amanda stood, shocked at the fact that Kathryn finally came out with the truth that had been eating at her since Matthew and Damien were admitted.
“Kathryn… My Kathryn…” Matthew let the words play off his tongue and then pulled her into his arms. He kissed her over and over again, even through the physical weakness he got from his wounds. Kathryn finally pulled away, knowing that should Shane walk in, her entire world could plummet. But she was too late.
Shane stood in the doorway, opening his arms for Kathryn to run over to him. But she didn’t. She stayed with Matt, her arms around him in the frantic embrace of lovers that know their time has come. Just then, the heart monitor that Matthew was hooked up to began to emit one long beep, and Kat held him closer, their hands clasped over her heart.
“The last moments of Matthew’s life were spent with the one he loves,” Shane said, pulling Kathryn into his arms, away from her deceased first love. Kathryn looked up at him in confusion. “I love you, Kat, you know I do, but I would never have taken you away from that.”
“Oh, Shane, I’m so sorry…”
“Don’t be, love. When we admitted him, I knew this would happen. And that’s why I let you hold him while he passed. I know you love him, but you love me, too. And that’s why you’re here with me,” Shane told her calmly as he stroked her hair. “What you just did with him is something I would never have been able to do with you. You lost your first love and we both know saying goodbye is the hardest part.”

Poor James

What's up guys!! Hope ur week has been super cool! Here's a sweet little poem I wrote about a guy named James who had a bad day. Let me know what you think? Do you like the rhyme scheme?? Any ideas for an alternate ending?? THANKS GUYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


James was having a very bad day
Nothing was going his way
He sat down to cry
He had poop in his eye
What would the other kids say

In order to save himself
James called for help from his elf
He came in a hurry
To ease James' worry
The little guy brought him a shelf

Put your eye on here he said
Just pop it out of your head
It won't hurt much
With a gentle touch
Otherwise, you'll have to forever lay in bed

"Oh no! Oh dear! I can't do it!"
But he had to relieve his eye from the shit
He manned up
Dropped it in a cup
And right down on the couch he did sit

After that James put on a smile
He hadn't done that in a while
The poop was away
Oh, happy day
Until he played in another poop pile

Manheim's Creation

This was exercise 36 brought to you in part by Jon Manheim. Tell me if you like, if there's any things I should change, and if you think it makes sense. Any sense? Probably not, but that's a given :) Take it as you will.

The cake was moist and delicious. It was a masterpiece to behold. Not only was it covered in double chocolate frosting, but what lay beneath it's superfical surface of coating was dripping hot fudge. It was like an allegory for temptation and gluttony in our society. In a case it sat, staring at it's customers in the bakery shop.

Men were bidding hundreds of thousands of dollars to attain such a morsel. The poor baker became overwhelmed and oppressed by the aggressive mob. They pushed back the glass case making all the spectacular baked goods fall to the floor. The riot had begun.

The men punched, kicked, pulled hair each others hair repeatedly. The cake merely sneered at the riot and felt overjoyed at the scene of men fighting over it. Finally, the men were lying on the ground in a bloddy mess as a naive young girl walked into the shop. She wanted to bring home some fresh bread home to her mother.

"Oh my lord!" she exclaimed. "Is that chocolate cake?"

As she reached down to taste just a lick of frosting, a man pulled out a gun and shot her repeatedly.

"I won", he said as he stumbled to his feet. He then sprinted out the door. She was sprawled there covered in the blood of the innocent.

Herpaderp ~ <3

The Day Duct Tape Saved My Life

Johnny opened the closet door, looking for his coat, only to find Matt and me inside. We sprang apart from each other and wiped our mouths. We tried to look innocent. Johnny smiled wickedly. "I thought you were going out with Frank, Krystal."

I stuttered. "I...I am...but..."

"It's not what it looks like," Matt said, cutting me off. "I was helping her find her coat-"

"Right. That's why the door was shut and your lips were pressed against hers. I think I'm going to go pay Frank a visit."

Then, I spotted something. High on the top shelf was some multicolored duct tape. "Matt!" I said. "Hold him!"

Matt grabbed Johnny before he could go far. I reached up and took the duct tape. Together, we tied Johnny up. Then, we threw him in the closet and left.

That was the day duct tape saved my life...until the next morning, when someone found and released Johnny.


Could you tell me where I should've been more or less descriptive? Was there anything that confused you?

The Day Duct Tape Saved My Life

Yo I wrote this for Writing Exercise 38, the day of the one and only Greene Bean's 40th birthday. It was inspired by real events so let me know if you < 3 it. What can I do to make the cookie cake sound as delicious and perfect as it tasted? Should I make the falling of the cookie more dramatic!?!!?!?!? HMU HOMIES PCE


It was a somewhat dreary day at Nashua South. But this wasn't any ordinary rain day, it was Greene Bean's 40th birthday and nothing could make this day bad. By the time second block rolled around, Greene Bean couldn't contain his excitement. His perfect angel students came floating into his classroom to shower him with a feast. There were cookies, brownies, and drinks galore. But the world stopped when Jon Manheim entered the room with the most beautiful gift of al. It couldn't be a 40th birthday without a cookie cake. Mr. Greene began drooling as he watched Manheim Proudly stumble in the door with it. There was no doubt he would get below an A+ now. Greene began getting a little too excited, pushing everyone and everything out of the way so he could reach the precious treat. As he did so, though, the cake slipped and crashed to the ground. The other children all watched with terror as tears filled their eyes. For a minute, everyone stood in silence and stared at the now destroyed cookie. It had been broken in a perfect line right down the middle. "Have no fear, children!" Mr. Greene shouted triumphantly as he whipped out a clean roll of duct tape. He slapped one big piece down the middle and the students enjoyed the cookie cake as Mr. Greene enjoyed the best possible.

Percy Winkley's Vengence

Caylain turned around to see a ghost in the town of Goldshire.

Since it was Hallow's end, of course they would have spirits walking around and haunting the citizens. But this was no normal ghost either.

"I was killed by the Headless Horseman," The voice of the ghost in front of Caylain moaned, cracking in his speech. "My name is Percy Winkley," He continued, the blonde hair covered his sallow face and glasses. "You must avenge my death by killing the Headless Horseman, otherwise, I will not be able to rest in peace within my labratory."

Caylain nodded, agreeing to do this soul's bidding. The Death Knight would avenge this lost soul.

What should I add/take out/change to this short story? While I was thinking of it, this actually fit my last short story that we had to write. So I figured I'd have an off-story-short-story thing to it. And if anyone noticed or not, this does have something related to World of Warcraft. It just made sense in my head, but does it make sense to others?

Mom bangs teacher

James is having a very bad day... He just found out his teacher banged his mom while he was at practice. Hes so pissed. He walks into class the next day to just see his teacher smiling at him. He looks like hes about to go ape shit. He slowly reaches for his shoe, and sprints at his teacher. He beats his teacher with it giving him a good ass beating. The teacher gets up and says "your mom hits me better then that." He doesnt even know what to do. He leaves class and goes home. He gets home and all there is is a note from his mom. It says "Goodbye"


Do you guys enjoy this, or is to to much?

Percy Winkley Makes A Friend

This was written for our writing exercise today. Yes, it is somewhat strange.

Once upon a time
A little ghost boy cried
His name was Percy Winkley
It was a sad day when he died

His ghostly glasses were taped
His ghostly teeth had gapes
He cried all the most
He was the nerdy ghost

The bigger ghosts teased him
Stole his ghostly lunch
Sandwich, cheese and a pickle
They made him hurt a bunch

But then one day a new boy came
His name was Robin Hood
He’d died bow in hand
He was just nice and good

Now Percy had a friend
One who was with him to the end
No longer was he teased
For then they would be ceased

So overall, just what do you think of it? Is there anything I could add, or should I change it so that his new friend isn't Robinhood? >_<

James' Bad Day

This is a writing excersize that we did in class, it had to begin with "James was having a very bad day."

James was having a very bad day. He woke up on the floor in a place that he did not recognize. The walls were painted black, as was the ceiling and the floor. The only visible stream of light in the room of darkness originated from a single candle flame illuminating one corner of the room. He stood up frantically, desperate to get out of here, and to get back home. He scaled the walls looking for a door. When he reached the small table on which the candle sat, he picked it up. As that one light soure began to provide insight into other areas of the dark room, James saw something in the back corner that he had not noticed before. He walked over and held the flame close to it. Upon seeing what it was he dropped the candle, causing the flame to eerily spread around the perimeter of the room. The thing standing in the corner was a man, or a thing, as others would describe him. He was completely read, horns on his head and evil black eyes; he was the devil. Sudddenly he spoke, "Do you remember what you did last night, James?" With every word evil venom seeped from his lips. James thought back, he went out late last night drinking with his friends, there had been other women there...then he came home. His wife had been mad...and then what? "She killed you, James." The devil answered his internal thoughts, "welcome to hell."

Fallacious Fate

This is a story I wrote about some ho. I'm looking for reactions so I hope you enjoy this.

Caroline was a straight-up ho. She had blown almost every guy in the school and after today, she would have blown them all. She was performing her act in the passenger seat while Greg was driving. Then all of a sudden, there was a huge crash. When Caroline awoke, she was spitting out Greg's genitalia. In the crash, she had bitten his junk straight off. Blood coated her pearll-white teeth. She threw up after realizing what she had done. When she got out of the hospital, Greg was waiting for her. "You ruined my life you dumb trick." He yelled. He pulled out a gun and shot Caroline. She died as she had lived, on her knees.

Bloody Dreams

This is the first part of my second short story. What do you think? Is there any way I could make this any creepier?
Ivalia stared at the fresh blood staining her hands as she knelt near a cracked willow tree. With wide eyes she stared at the blood then glanced at the mangled corpse lying just to the left of her. The face on the body had been ruined beyond recognition. The snap of a fallen branch behind her alerted her that someone was behind her.
“Admiring my work are you?”
Ivalia froze where she was. The wind howling was the only noise being made as she slowly turned to face the person behind her. As she looked she took in all the details of her from her blood stained face to the tattered shoes she wore. With a shaky voice she spoke to the woman.
“Y-you did this?”
“Of course I did. Who else could have done that? A cricket?”
The woman stated this with a crazed look in her eyes. Ivalia fought every instinct in her body that told her to run. If she ran now then that crazy woman would surely kill her. Hell, she’s probably going to kill her regardless of what she did.
“I think my work is missing something though. Maybe if I added you to it…yes that’ll work nicely….”
As the woman said this, a grin extended across her face revealing sharp teeth and she lifted an already bloody knife, lunging at Ivalia. Ivalia started to scream as the knife started to sink into her flesh.
Screaming, she abruptly sat up on her bed. She stopped when she realized that she was in the safety of her new house. Ivalia let out a sigh of relief then laughed softly. It was just a dream. No one was going to kill her. She slowly climbed out of bed and dragged herself to the kitchen.