Short Stories

I get bored and write short stories by using a sentence on the 100th page of five books. Here are my stories so far…

Story 1:

I drooped over my plate after I finished dinner every night; once I’d actually fallen asleep at the table and he’d have to carry me to bed. I was so tired, that I didn’t even question it when Ron reached inside his jacket and pulled out a fat, gray, rat which was asleep. Sleep. That sounded good right now. I couldn’t go to sleep. I had to stay awake for research. The research was for me to try not to sleep after eating a big dinner. It was hard. I tried to fight the Z’s, but they were fighting back. I started to wonder around the room. I found a door, and when into a hallway. I kept thinking “I should go back,” but I kept walking. I found these two doctors talking to each other. One of them said something like ‘You weren’t kidding about dangerous, were you, Boss?’ They were talking about how there was a drug in my food. If they didn’t stop the research, I was going to die. I started to scream. Next thing I know, I’m back in my room, and the two doctors were running to my bedside, insisting that it was all a dream. But I know better. So I am writing this letter, to anyone who will read it, so someone, anyone can save me.

Story 2:

Where was I? The snow, the cold, it was exhilarating. I ran into a bunch of people that looked at me strangely. There was a girl named Pip that told me about this tower that I had to check out. I hitched-hiked to the tower. The only thing I could think of was, “Pip is right about the tower: it’s magnificent.” When I was finished gawking over the tower, I caught a cab ride. The driver was going on about something like “By seeming to be friendly with Pilkington he had forced Frederick to raise his price by twelve pounds.” That was when the driver of the cab hit two people. Their names were Dally and Johnny. We rushed to the hospital. A couple hours passes and now there were three of us sitting in the waiting room waiting to hear how Dally and Johnny were. When it was announced that they would live, I decided that I needed to leave. I went to a house and found water, granola bars, and a backpack. I loaded the water, one bottle at a time, into the pack, my motions unnecessarily deliberate; I added the remaining granola bars just as slowly. After I loaded everything, I just walked. I walked until my water and granola bars were gone. Then I just fell. I was lying in the middle of a road when my mother picked me up and drove me home.

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