Let me tell you- I can tell some fantabulous stories when I want to. And it's tons of fun. So here are a couple of random, spontaneous stories I wrote per my friends request. This is the first one:
Once upon a time, there was a magical doorway cat. He was Japanese, and his name was Maneko Neki. This cat was very good luck, and also a secret ninja. He loved eating lemons, but only on Wednesdays, and he could fly better than a ninja squirrel. Also, he had at his disposal a fleet of tree-climbing chihuahuas. The captain of these tree-huggers was a fearless little dog named Chlobacca. She was definitely kick ass, but what the citizens of LisaHouse did not know was that Chlobacca, and her feline sidekick Mario were-- DOUBLE AGENTS. They were both working for a dashingly beautiful and mysterious blonde-ling of hippy-ish nature. Every night, when the inhabitants of LisaHouse were asleep, these two heroes would sneak out, dance on Broadway with Maneko Neki, and then bring news of life to the mysterious "Dirty Little Hippy". Some say this story is true, some say not, but anyways, that's the end.
or IS it???
After reading my beautifully thrilling tale, my friend said, and I quote "I don't like it. I want a sad orphan story." So, I made a sad orphan story:
Once upon a time there was a punk-ass rocker, hipster chick named Annie. Her parents were totally awesome hipsters like Fred and Carrie on Portlandia, and were loving and caring padres. But sadly for punk-ass rocker hipster chick Annie, good parents became too mainstream, so the took thirteen year old Annie, shoved her into an all natural, locally spun, organic weave basket made of hemp and set her a drift in the river of gross that went through the local garbage yard. As little Annie floated down, a kindly hobo named Jim spied her and made his way to the bank to pick her up and save her. He leaned over, Annie's huge and broken fingers reaching out to him hopefully, and then Jim went into cardiac arrest and fell face forward into the scum, falling on top of Annie, simultaneously crushing her and drowning her. The End.
What do YOU think? I, for one, absolutely love writing spontaneous stories. So maybe spread the joy and have a writing party!
Lotta Love,
Sierra
AHH! I like these! I wanna try, but only a short three sentence story.
ReplyDeleteOnce upon a time, a long time ago, in a far away land known as Trangobleton, also known as the land of the GNOMES. The land was known as it was because it was filled with gnomes, but these gnomes were different from any other gnomes for they had sharp gruesome blood-stained teeth, and big meaty hands, ones that could kill just about anything, they also were located near the set for the Wizard of Oz and they often played extras as the miniture people that sang the "Ding dong the witch is dead," song. But because of their crazy blood thirsty ways, it was no surprise why little Toto went missing one day and only left behind a bit of his back scruff and fuzz, which was found, stuck inbetween the teeth of some of the local gnomes.
Great stories Sierra!!! Lylas!