Yeah, I decided to post it...

Once upon a time, a fox was sauntering along the road, casually looking for something to eat. He saw a large, beautiful clump of grapes above him, and immediately wanted them. He didn’t forget that they were probably someone else’s grapes, and to take them would be stealing, but he justified his actions by the fact that he was hungry, so this person, whoever he or she was, needed to give him something to eat. Come to think of it, this was a government road, and the grapes were growing along the road, so these must be the government’s grapes. That surely meant he was entitled to have these grapes—I mean, that’s what the government is there for, right? To give people anything they want, of course!

With this in mind, the fox immediately began to try to reach the grapes. He jumped up and down in the road, unaware that this could cause muscle fatigue and make his legs sore, but was unable to reach the grapes. He slumped on the ground, his legs aching. The government should have sent someone to put the grapes lower since he couldn’t reach them, he pouted. Ah-hah! He thought, seeing that there was a fence underneath the grapes; I’ll just climb up the fence and grab the grapes. He tried this, but was again unable to reach the grapes. All he got was splinters in his paws, since the person who built the fence had been completely careless of environmental issues and built his fence of wood, instead of recycled plastic boards, thus needlessly sacrificing countless hundreds of trees. Finally, he gave up. He sniffed in contempt and trotted off down the road, saying: “I’m sure those grapes are sour.” Of course, he was in denial and couldn’t really take in the fact that he had failed, which of course was important to his self-esteem. In fact, it was probably better that way, since everyone is a winner, and the fox decided that he was a winner because the grapes were probably sour. And that’s all that is important.

 

 

Note: This is satire and is not supposed to be taken as the views of the author.

 

 

The Burglar, part 7

Now we have to go to another person's side of the story.....
Detective J R Peters sat in her office, undecided. Earlier that evening, she had seen what appeared to be Shirley Combs driving into a stolen goods shop with stolen goods. Should she follow up this lead, or ignore it and allow such a bright and coming detective to rise in the police world?

She sat several minutes, weighing the pros and cons of each situation. Finally, she came to a decision...

Yes, that's all for today. I will post more...eventually. If you haven't read the rest of the story, click the label "Burglar" on the side of my blog.

A Story Idea

As of today and yesterday, I am working on a story--and I need some help!

Firstly, I need a girl's name. I also would like to know what she looks like. Since she is an identical twin, keep that in mind... I do have one name. I only need one.

Second, I need to know how old these girls are. They can be anywhere between 18 and 50...your pick!

And last, I need a big city for one of them to live in. NOT Denver! and NOT in Wyoming! (there aren't any, so that wouldn't be too hard) =D

that's all, please comment with your ideas! I do seriously want everyone's opinion..and if I get enough comments I will post the story soon....=^D

New Header and a Quiz

What do you think of my new header and my blog button? Storyteller designed them for me! Aren't they AWESOME!

Now, several people have voted quiz on my poll, so here all you guys go!
This is a quiz to see how much like my story characters in the Julia story you are.

1. If you were a slave, and your owners freed you for your services, what would you do?
     A. Remember your former owners and help them out if possible when you can.
     B. Be so glad you're free! And think about your former owners with fondness sometimes.
     C. Freedom....ahh....oh, I suppose I should help them if I hear they need it.
     D. Who cares about them? You're free! Celebrate!

2. If your former owners got the plague, what would you do?
     A. Go and help them willingly, not caring that you might catch the plague and die.
     B. Cry about it, but you can't help them. You might get sick!
     C. Help them reluctantly, from a sense of duty.
     D. Leave them alone. You'll be glad if they die!

3. One of your friends is being persecuted because they are a Christian. You...
     A. Stand up for them boldly.
     B. Sympathize with them after it's happened, but are too nervous to stop the bully.
     C. After you realize that the persecution is getting really bad, stand up for your friend.
     D. Stay away from your friend and pretend you don't know them.

4. You are brought into the Coliseum and told that you will be thrown to the lions if you don't recant your Christian faith. You....
     A. Declare that you will never recant and trust God for the strength you need.
     B. Freeze in fear, but don't say anything--you didn't recant!
     C. After you boldy say that you could never recant, you fight the men holding you and escape.
     D. Recant in fear. It's just a religion, and you don't want to die!

If you got mostly A's, you are Lydia. If you got mostly B's, you are Julia, and if you got mostly C's, you are Marcus. And if you got mostly D's (which I hope no one gets) you are the odious Domitian.

That's all for now!

The Burglar, Part 6

I went in and looked at her. "Yes, ma'am, what did you call me for?"

Detective Peters looked at me approvingly. "You've been doing very well, Ms. Combs. Your record is nearly spotless. But I see that there were a few cases that you could not find the answers for. Do you have anything to say about these?"

I looked down. I just hadn't been able to solve any of those cases where I knew I was the culprit. Strange, isn't it? But I had to answer Detective Peters.

"Yes, I know I didn't do such a good job on those cases. The clues all seemed to lead to dead ends."

She nodded slowly, a strange look in her eye. I wondered what that meant. Had she found out my secret?

"Mmhmm, I understand, and I know you will try to do better in future."

I nodded. "Yes, ma'am, I will."

I went out of the office, half afraid that she suspected something. She hadn't been on any of those cases, had she? Strange.

And that leads me up to the point where I began this confession. By now I was the best of burglars. I could commit a house burglary and be gone within thirty minutes. Before I had been cautious, but now I began to be a little bit bolder. I would do another one every couple of weeks.

As I drove up to the stolen goods dealer's place, I saw a person just standing across the street. I vaugely thought that I recognized the face just before I went into the building.

 

Like this story? Confused? Read the rest of it by clicking the label "burglar" or looking it up in my archives. =D

Story Contest

So... today I am trying a new sort of post....a Contest!

Write a short story set in medieval times and put it in the "comments" box. The contest will end on the first of October.

I can't wait to see all your stories, please do this!