Write your short stories here.
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Thread Topic: Write your short stories here.
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I've written 10 short stories in this thread so far. ^-^
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And I'm proud to have them here where my co GTQer's can see them, and I'm proud of others who have taken their time in making works of art through their imaginations.
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I've come here to write a new story, it's called: Three things you shouldn't do in front of a killer
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So what did you think of my short story? It's also one I based off of a novel.
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This is my 11th story in this thread.
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And my fourth horror story, others here are:
The Vampire's boyfriend (On Page 1)
The ghost in the garden (Pages 3 and 4, LOL, very long)
The bones (Page 8, or was it 9?)
Three things you shouldn't do in front of a killer (Page 10) -
I think I post here a bit too much.
STOP POSTING! *Slaps self* -
WHOA! that was beast!! *highfives Roady* seriously... suspense...action... i love it!
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Thanks a lot, Alana, that was nice of you. No one would read it but you!
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OK, I'm gonna post another one of my short stories, I wrote it yesterday, it's called The chocolate River
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THE CHOCOLATE RIVER
'Rosie!' cried the math's teacher, 'Wake up!'
Rosie had fallen asleep in class.
She raised her head and looked at the teacher with her sleepy eyes and said: 'I'm sorry, teacher'
The teacher sighed and said: 'This is the third time you fall asleep in class, you know'
'Yes, yes, I'll try to sleep earlier,' she said, 'I promise'
The teacher sighed again, and said: 'Why don't you solve the problem on the board, then?'
And she handed Rosie the piece of powdery green chalk, she got up from her seat, her head hurt and her eyes felt sticky, like they had to stay closed.
She went over to the board, the Algebra Problem waiting to be solved.
16+y=24
'Uh…' she said.
She thought for a moment, and then wrote on the board in her scrabbly handwriting:
24 - 16=8, y=8
'Good, good' said the teacher, her voice seemed weird, like it was multiple voices and not one.
She turned round to see the teacher, and saw that her hair had gone purple!
'Um…'
'What's the matter, Rosie?'
'Teacher… your hair…'
The teacher touched her purple hair and then looked at Rose blankly.
'What's with my hair? Don't tell me my comb got stuck in it!'
'Um, no… it went purple!'
'It was always purple, Rosie! Did you just realize that?'
'No! Your hair used to be gold and short and curly! But now it's long and straight and purple! What happened?'
The teacher looked blankly at her.
Rosie then realized that the class was empty, it was just her and the teacher.
The teacher then came over to her and pushed her by the back and made her go outside.
'Go and play with your friends, now, you silly girl!'
Rosie looked all around, these weren't her friends! They were creatures!
'Rosie!' Someone called her name, they had a familiar voice, and it sounded like her friend Chester.
'Chester?' she cried, 'Where are you?' She turned round to see him, and was shocked at what she saw.
The boy with the black round glasses, and light brown hair that was always sneezing, had turned in to a short, fat green goblin, sure he still had his glasses and black hair, but he had warts all over his skin, especially on his hands, his ears had gone pointy and very sharp at the ends, and his teeth were black and orange and made a horrible stench when he spoke.
'What happened to you?' Rosie screamed, taking a few steps back.
'Oh, so you noticed my hair cut, eh?'
She screamed and ran from him, she was freaked out, what had happened to everyone?
She wasn't looking where she was going, and bumped in to a giant purple slug that had green, yellow and red spots all over it, but it had the school uniform on, and it had orange- ish gold hair.
'Hey! Watch where you're going!'
She could recognize that voice anywhere.
'Gregory!' she exclaimed, the boy that always bullied her and stole from her lunch money and pinched her when he sat next to him in class had turned in to a purple slug.
'Oh my god!' she cried, 'What's happened to you? You're a slug!'
'I've always been one, you retarded freak!'
She just looked at him, astonished, and backed away from him.
'Watch out!' said a voice.
And then, before Rosie could do anything, someone hit and fell over her.
She rose her head up and saw, what seemed to be a spider, a giant spider…
Yes, it was a big spider, a little bit smaller than her, eight furry legs, a round body, and lots of green eyes staring at her at once, but the voice was as clear as a bell.
'Tessa?' Rosie cried, 'Tessa? Not you! No, no, my best friend is a spider?! It can't be!'
'You're so mean!' cried the spider and it quickly crawled away to the door of the class, and after a few minutes, out came the Math's Teacher, her purple hair was standing up now, and she looked mad, and shouted at Rosie to come here, so she did so with ought delay.
'Why did you insult Tessa? I thought you two were the best of friends!'
'But… but…'
'Well?'
'I… She… You…'
'What's the matter, Rosie?'
'…Spiders… slugs… goblins… what's with all these people! You're all freaks!'
All the children stopped playing, and they looked at her with anger in their eyes.
The teacher gasped when she heard this, and looked at Rosie with furiousness growing in her face by the second.
'I'm afraid I'm going to have to punish you by dipping you in the chocolate river'
'The what?'
But the teacher quickly grabbed Rosie's wrist and dragged her to a small door by the bookcase, Rosie screamed and kicked and yelled, but it was no use, the teacher's grip was firm.
She opened the small door by pressing a few Buttons and then it opened, she pushed Rosie inside with great force, and she fell in to what seemed a dark brown void…
And she kept falling and falling until she reached the center of the void, which was a bright light, growing bigger as she got there, as she touched it, something gloopy and creamy touched her hand.
It wasn't a white light, it was white chocolate! The whole thing was chocolate! First it was dark chocolate around the rim, then milk chocolate covering most, and white chocolate in the middle, and it was moving in a clockwise circle, slowly...slowly…
And Rosie was sinking deep in to the chocolate, going down…down…
Until she fell.
Yes, she fell.
And she was falling down, down, down until she fell on hard wood, and found herself on a red and white boat, sailing in a giant river of dark chocolate!
There was a sailor at the wheel, he was made of chocolate himself, his hat, and sailor outfit was all made of chocolate, Rosie went over to him, scared but fascinated, she took a chunk of his ear and was about to eat it, when he yelled: 'Hey! Put that back! Who do you think you are!'
And before Rosie could feel bad and put it back, he took her ear and put it instead of his, Rosie was surprised how he did that, and put his ear instead of hers, so she had a chocolate brown ear while he had a pale white one.
'So where are we going?'
He smiled and said: 'To the land of the reality'
And then, the boat fell, in to a void, like the chocolate one, it was all over again, but alas, it wasn't, the white center was a light this time and not some white chocolate, and Rosie then heard sounds… voices calling her name.
'Rosie!' cried the math's teacher.
She woke up.
It was all just a quirky, unoriginal retarded dream.
She raised her head and looked at the teacher with her sleepy eyes and said: 'I'm sorry, teacher'
The teacher sighed and said: 'This is the third time you fall asleep in class, you know'
'Yes, yes, I'll try to sleep earlier,' she said, 'I promise'
The teacher sighed again, and said: 'Why don't you solve the problem on the board, then?'
And she handed Rosie the piece of powdery green chalk, she got up from her seat, her head hurt and her eyes felt sticky, like they had to stay closed.
She went over to the board, the Algebra problem waiting to be solved.
This time, she looked behind her before doing it, the teacher looked at her with seriousness.
'Go on then!' she growled after a few moments.
'Uh.. um…'
'Well?! This is what you get for not paying attention in class!'
Rosie grasped the chalk and said: 'You know, teacher, I think you actually looked better with purple hair!'
The whole class laughed.
The teacher shook her head, 'Rosie, you're one weird kid'
LOL, THE END
I got inspired by it's quirkiness from a short story by Edin Blyton, it's just, the way he writes it all magical like and imaginative, it made me want to write one like that, so I did. -
That was a nice story,ILM!
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Heres a story writing tip Roads, when a character "said/says" something, try to avoid using "said/says" as much as you can and substitute it with a more specific word, cause it looks like a 6th grader wrote it no offense, a lot of 6th graders here pwn at writing
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OK, LOL, well thanks for being honest, maybe I should back off on the "said"s, but don't think all my stories are like that, they're usually horror or scary, it's just I decided to go all magicy and imaginitve for once.
Thanks for reading it anyway! Hardly anyone ever reads my stories. *Bursts in to tears* -
*holding box of tissue* *gives one to roady*
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