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Showing posts with label short story. Show all posts

Monday, November 22, 2010

Family Game Night

Hey ya'll. Sorry for not posting in so long, I had a post written down somewhere and it disappeared. Sometimes disorganization is a blessing, other times a curse. Because I have lost my writing a story post, you get to read another story I wrote. For some reason my short stories are all comedies. I don't know why, and I'm not complaining.

 Family Game Night
 Written November 19, 2010
          So this is how it was. They had turned against me. This was war! They brought it upon themselves, really. They were so eager at first, it was a game to them. Now they were fidgeting nervously, waiting for their cards to be dealt.
          We were in a dimly lit basement room. The tension was so thick you would have needed a jackhammer to cut through it. A crowd of six or seven people were watching and occasionally whispering to one another. Were they placing bets? It was anybody's game, really.
          I motioned for the crowd to be silent. My opponents and I just sat there. The dealer slid us the cards, keeping track of how many each person got. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7. Seven cards. I could taste victory on the tip of my tongue. Though the taste was very faint, it was there.
          I arranged the cards in my hand, careful not to show anyone. I was hoping I had the advantage. As my opponents -- or enemies, rather-- scanned the cards they held, I did the same. The person across the table laid down a few cards. I glared at him and laid down a pair of four of hearts.
         The game was nearing its end. It seemed like so much more than a game! The kid across from me asked in his nasty, menacing voice, "Got any twos?" I looked at him for a long time. Then a slow smile stretched across my face. "Go fish," I replied. He laid his head face down on the card table in defeat. That was it. I had won family game night.



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Thursday, November 4, 2010

Lemon Crayon

 My dad requested I wrote a story about a guy names Lemon Crayon. So I did. And I just HAD to share it...

Lemon Crayon


My full name is Lemon Crayon Joe Bob Thompson…

My parents met 34 years ago. My mom was an aspiring artist. My dad was not.
He wanted to be a professional carpet cleaner. They were going to the same college.
I know what you’re thinking, a carpet cleaner in college? Well, yes. Anyways, my
mom was in art class drawing and what not and my dad needed a staple gun from the
art department when mom dropped her lemon colored crayon. Dad picked it up and
handed to her. Blah, blah, blah.
Two years later, I was born. My parents wanted a name that was unique. They
went through names such as: Yosemite, Chewbacca, Duck Man, Sardine etc. And then
my mom said to dad with a gleam in her eye, “Let’s name him Lemon Crayon!”
My dad loved the name and when I was born, mom told all the nurses that my
name was to be Lemon Crayon. They didn’t believe her. Who would? It was weird!
When I was in middle and high school and decided to have my friends come
over (they simply called me “L.C.” or “Thompson”) mom and dad would go on AND ON
about how wonderful my name was and scolded my friends for not calling me Lemon
Crayon.
Bullies would put me on their resume. Kids went as me for Halloween. Having a
weird name was known as “having a Lemon Crayon name”.It was not fun to be me.

When I was applying to go to college, I was usually turned down because no one
believes you when you say your name is Lemon Crayon. When I did get into college I
ended up in an art school. On the first day of class I was praised for changing my name
to an art medium. I said that I didn’t really care about art but my parents wanted me in
college and I just happened to be named after a crayon. I got kicked out of the school.

Finally a REAL college accepted me and I learned how to manage a business. I
joined a company that makes fancy granola. I remember my first meeting a.k.a. one of
the most humiliating days of my life.
“Okay guys!” My boss told us. “This is a huge meeting. If it goes well our granola
could be advertised by none other than Abigail Douglas!” She was a spokes person who
was highly sought after in the world of breakfast and snack food. “Don’t blow it! If you
do…Just don’t, okay?”
We all sat around the long conference table. I heard Ms. Douglas’ voice on the
other side of the line. I was in charge of marketing, so I was supposed to do the talking.
“Ms. Douglas, I’m the head of the marketing department for Yummy Granola,

have you read over the contract?”
“Yes Mr. - what’s your name?” She had to be kidding. If I said my real name then
the whole deal would be over and done for.
“Mr. Thompson.” I said
“I don’t call people Mr. It’s so old fashioned.” What?! Didn’t she know that my
name humiliated me?
“Lemon Crayon,” I mumbled.
“What?”
“Lemon Crayon,” I mumbled again.
“Speak up! Do you want to have me represent Yummy Granola or what?”
“LEMON CRAYON!!!” I screamed.
“Is this a joke?” She asked angrily.
“No! You can call me L.C….”
I heard a click on the line. She hung up. Everyone in the room looked at me. No
one said anything. And then my boss, Mr. Charles, said something so quietly I could
barely hear.
“I will give you a five second head start.”
I tried to figure out what he meant. I knew when he jumped out of his chair and
ran after me. I was glad Mr. Charles didn’t work out. I could out run him. But when I
reached a dead end he caught me. “Lemon Crayon, you ARE FIRED!!!”

The next day I met a girl at the unemployment office. Her name was Fish Pie. We
got along great and eventually got married and had two kids named Yoda and Scooby-
Doo. They got bullied all the time and we all lived miserably ever after.

THE END

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Thursday, October 21, 2010

Here is a pointless story for you to enjoy!

I felt stressed. I didn't feel stressed very often, so when I did it hit me hard. It wasn't a huge deal, I realize that now, but things always seem worse in the moment. The basement was flooded, worse than usual. Mom and dad were gone all day and it was rained cats and dogs no -- llamas and alpacas! I forgot to do this thing with the gutters I'm supposed to do every time it rains hard like it was that night and before I knew it, water covered the basement floor. I was so glad mom decided against putting a carpet down there.

And then mom got home. I told her that Noah's ark was about to set sail in the basement. Of course I was exaggerating, mom just thought I was exaggerating more than I really was.
"No, seriously mom, there's a LOT of water down there, believe me!"
"Why didn't you do any thing?!"
"I'm not even a teenager," I replied, my 13th birthday was next month.
"What's your excuse going to be when you're 13?" She asked while filling a basket with towels.
"When I'm 13 I'll say 'but I'm not even in high-school yet' when I'm 14 and 15 'I don't even have my driver's license when I'm 16 and 17 'I'm not even an adult'."
"And when you're 18?"
"I won't have an excuse. At least not a good one."
Mom laughed and started mopping us the floor. After about two hours, not only did I feel really guilty, but the water was gone and everything was fine.

The End

Thank you for reading this pointless and random story that I wrote for no real reason except that I was bored.

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Conspiracy

I watched her carefully. The expression on her face was calm and cold. Her eyes were locked on one spot. She wasn't starring, she was thinking. How I wished that I could get inside of her head. She was up to something I knew it.
I felt something on my shoulder. A bird had landed on it, an indigo bunting, to be exact. I tried to silently shoo it away, but it was useless. I pushed it off gently, but the bird didn't know I was trying to be discreet. "Davey, is that you? What are you doing here? Mom said you had to go out and get groceries!" She exclaimed. "Wait a second, were you spying on me?"
I tried to change the subject. "So... how's the fishing?" That was a stupid question. How would she know? "Don't try to change the subject! Why were you spying on me?" I gave her one of those looks that they do in the movies. When you squint you eyes a little and tilt your head to the side and back and look skeptical.
"What are you up to?" She looked at me blankly. "Up to?" "Yeah, why were you so upset when you saw I was spying on you?" She shook her head. "Because it's an invasion on my privacy!" She shouted. Some passersby gave her a weird look. "So, what are you up to?" She shook her head. "If you really want to know, I got a job." I rolled my eyes. "So? Why would you keep that a secret?" "Because I didn't get mom's permission. I wanted to get her something special for her birthday."
What a let down!!! Here I thought I was about to discover that my sister was a secret agent, or a burglar or an alien and she's saving up for mom's birthday! I wonder what my brother Mike is up to....

-Vladimir

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Just Kidding

"Do you understand now?" The teacher asked me. I nodded and didn't say anything. "Good. Now I expect you won't do that again?" I nodded again. "You may leave now." I hopped off the tall stool Mr. Jones kept in his incredibly dull office. I did a little curtsy. Not to be polite, more for my own amusement. That's why I do a lot of things, most of them aren't significant things, but this time maybe it was.

I went back into the classroom and sank into my desk chair. My cheeks were red with embarrassment. Jacob Simpson leaned over. "Why'd the principal call you?" He asked. He knew the principal very well. Jacob went to the office at least once a week. "It is none of your business Jacob! Just because I went to the Principal's office does not necessarily mean I did something wrong!" He smiled. Apparently he thought it was funny when other people get punished.

The teacher came back in. "Okay, class. We have five minutes left. No homework... except for you Doug... you have four chapters to read in science." I heard a groan from the back of the room. The bell finally rang. "Free at last" I thought.

I changed from black slacks and a plain blue polo shirt to a tye-dye T-shirt and jeans. I put my hair in a pony tail. I suddenly transformed from a quiet type to my true self: a laid back sarcastic teen who missed her old life. When there was more school to do, but she could get it done by 11:30am. Those were the days... the days before I started high-school.

You may be asking yourself why I dressed --and acted-- differently in school. Remember how I said I do things for my own amusement. Well that's why I did this. I could not only practice my acting, but see if anyone caught on. I never said anything dishonest about what I was doing. I wouldn't do anything like that. The results to my experiment were often times hilarious. And that was exactly what I was going for......


(A Purely Fictional Story by Vladimir Malcolm)

Monday, June 14, 2010

Short story #2:

This story seems like it was chopped down, like there was more to it. If I was writing this for something other than a blog post, it would be more professional. I didn't want to make it so long that people would just skim through. I hope you will enjoy the story anyways!

Sheriff Austin Grimm stood next to his deputy, Harry Becker. The Sheriff was a tall man who didn't talk much. He was strong, swift and cunning. Harry, on the other hand, was quite the opposite. A little man who talked whenever there was something to say. He was strong like the Sheriff, but his experience as deputy was lacking. The Sheriff was bent over a piece of paper and Deputy Becker was standing next to him. "Well what do you think Harry?" The Sheriff asked. He stood to his full height of six feet six inches. Harry shrugged. "Well don't know sir. It seems kinda mean to let a kid have yer job, but I ain't the mayor, I don't call the shots." He sighed. He couldn't stand the thought of having his boss leave.
Sure Mr. Grimm wasn't the youngest guy around, but he sure knew his job. "What do you think,as a man, not a deputy?" Harry chuckled. "Well sir, I think you know the job better than anyone! I think the mayor's outta his mind to get rid of the best Sheriff this town's ever had! Plus, you and me have become pretty good friends over the years. If you was to retire, well I wouldn't just loose my boss, I'd loose my pal." The Sheriff smiled. Harry was the only person who could make him do so. "What are you gonna do sir?" Harry asked, taking his cowboy hat off. There was a long pause before the Sheriff spoke again. He started to pace.
"Harry, I've had this job for twenty years now. I am fifty years old. I think the mayor might be right about me bein' to old to have this job. I can't do things like I used to. My back's gettin' stiff and I want to see my daughter more. She's just about to get married ya know. I think I'm goin' to move away. I ain't movin' to far away, just to Oakridge, only fifteen miles from here. And I'll write too. I think it's time for me to move away. Harry, I haven't told you, but I've been prayin' about this for a while now, I believe that the Good Lord is tellin' me to go."
Harry didn't say anything right away. It took him a few seconds but he smiled and nodded. "Go Austin, don't let me keep you neither." And so Austin Grimm left to tell the mayor that he would indeed retire, and he lived a happy rest of his life.
The End

-Vladimir

Friday, May 21, 2010

What's in a name?




"You know, you're pretty fortunate." Mrs. Lisa Hale said to her 14 year old daughter, Gweneth. "Not every kid gets to live biking distance from their cousins. Especially cousins the same age." "I know. I'm just saying that that Calvin and Moriah get on my nerves sometimes," Gweneth replied half-apologetically. Lisa Hale sighed. "Well deal with it. Why don't you go over to Aunt Sue and Uncle Kelly's house and help with the barbecue?" Young Miss Hale nodded and walked down the creaky porch steps in her neon green flip-flops. Her long dark hair was in a pony tail, which waved in the wind. Her dark green eyes burned because of the smoke coming from people's campfires. She coughed as she rode her metallic purple bike down streets and back roads. She waved at the neighbors, Mrs. Annie Green and little Lucy Howard,watering the flowers. Gweneth smiled at one of her friends named Daniel Bradly. He ran up to her bike. She stopped. "What's up, Dan?" He panted. "What time is your aunt and uncle's barbecue? I was invited yesterday." "Four O'clock" She replied. "Okay, thanks!" Daniel ran back to his house. Gweneth got to Aunt Sue and Uncle Kelly's shortly after.

"Hey Gwen!" Gweneth rolled her eyes, she hated to be called Gwen. "What took you so long?" "You were expecting me?" Calvin, Gweneth's 15 year old cousin shook his head. "No, but I thought I'd mess with you." Moriah Watters came running out of Calvin's house. "Hi Gweneth! Guess what your name means!" "Um, Princess?" "Nope! It means 'blessed'. My name means 'God is my teacher'." Gweneth, who was rather tall, peered over Moriah's shoulder. "What does Calvin's name mean?" Moriah shrugged, hitting Gweneth's chin with her shoulder. "I don't know, this book only has girl's names. Do you know what your name means Cal?" Calvin rolled his eyes. "My name means.... bald." The two girls laughed. "Really?" "Yeah."

-Vladimir Malcolm

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