Short stories...

[DeadBurgerKing (10)]

This one is called "Poor Poor Johnny"...I was asleep when this idea came to me...I decided to wrote it in the form of a Dr. Sues nursery rhyme hehehe

Poor Johnny, he's under alot of stress,

And he came home to a horrible mess.

He works hard to pay all the bills.

Bending his rules to fit their every will.

He tries his best to please her.

But to her,money is all that matters.

He walks to his room to see another guy in his bed,

Naturally, the poor guy saw nothing but red.

Well, except for his wife with him...he defenitly saw that.

So he calmly went to retrieve his baseball bat.

He returned quietly,bat in hand, to his bedroom,

Pulled the guy up,striking him, making a loud "boom".

Then he struck his wife, knocking them both out cold.

He was hell bent on taking their souls.

Out to the garage they ventured.

Lots of neat toys there for torture.

He bound his wife to the wall with cables and wires.

On kindling the guy lie resting, waiting to be set on fire.

Then slowly his wife opens her eyes,

Just to hear:"This guy is going to fry!!"

She tries pleading for her life:"Stop before you do what can't be undone!!"

He looks to her with manic in his eyes :"But,honey, that'd be no fun!!"

He sets the kindling and the guy a blaze,

She starts to cry as she gazed.

The guy struggles, to no avail, as he screams in agony,

She looks to her husband :"What's to become of me?"

He turns to her:"Be patient my dear, you'll get your turn,

In here with him, you're going to burn..."

He leaves the garage, hearing them scream,

To himself, he giggles with glee.

From his pocket, he pulls out a gun.

Then looks up to the daylight sun.

He waits patiently for the screams to end, assuring they're both dead.

Then he slowly raises the gun, putting the barrell to his head...

[DeadBurgerKing (10)]

Here's a more serious short story I wrote....

"Wandering"

I awoke to the soft dripping of rain on my face.I open my eyes to darkness.As my eyes begin to focus I realize I'm in the middle of a large and lonely forest.

"How'd I get here?" I say to myself as I look around trying to gather clues revealing my location."Where am I?"...I look up to the sky.Dark clouds are all that can be seen.Not even the soft gentle glow of the moon to guide me.I hold myself, as the rain slowly drenches me in the cold."Where do I go?"

I start walking in the direction I was facing, but stop.I realize, maybe if I go in the opposite direction I'll end up where I started and I'll find out how I got here.I turn around.But trees and thorn bushes apear over where the trail once was.As if beckoning me to continue forward.

I turn around.I take one step forward, but what was a stable dirt path has turn to a pond of mud and I slip and fall.Clenched in the muds grasp I look up at the sky.

"I can't...I can't do this...I'm alone...I know not where I am..."As I was just about to give up, the rain settles,the moon peeks out slowly from the clouds.I raise to my feet.Feeling heavy from the mud clinging to me.

"You're right...I can't give up...not now...not ever...I need to find out where this path leads me..."

[Der Nister]

I mind dammit!!

j/k -------- tis good stuff DBK.

[DeadBurgerKing (10)]

I mind dammit!!

j/k -------- tis good stuff DBK.

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Thanks :grin

[Amerist]

Okay. Well, I've never seen a rhyme scheme used quite so a gory fashion before--well, okay, I have--it was the mention of Dr. Seuss that really got me. It wasn't bad either.

I read the second story first. I grew up in a forest in Minnesota, I miss that place. I can see how paths and places stick out of empty scenes like that. No sky, just trees, bushes, and the path.

Not too shabby with that story, but watch that lack of spacing after periods; it's a doosey.

As for the poem. Yeah, don't cheat on someone who keeps torture equipment in their garage! I've learned my lesson...before the fact.

Oh, and ... interesting little sig icon.

[DeadBurgerKing (10)]

Okay. Well, I've never seen a rhyme scheme used quite so a gory fashion before--well, okay, I have--it was the mention of Dr. Seuss that really got me. It wasn't bad either.

I read the second story first. I grew up in a forest in Minnesota, I miss that place. I can see how paths and places stick out of empty scenes like that. No sky, just trees, bushes, and the path.

Not too shabby with that story, but watch that lack of spacing after periods; it's a doosey.

As for the poem. Yeah, don't cheat on someone who keeps torture equipment in their garage! I've learned my lesson...before the fact.

Oh, and ... interesting little sig icon.

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Thank you and thank you...hehehe I was being creative!!