Short Stories

[Farrowlesparrow]

Anyone ever do that sort of thing? I use to do it a couple of years ago, and then just suddenly stopped. Recently I bought myself a nice new note book to write in, and I've started doing it again.
No i won't post anything, because quite frankly...my stories just seems like a string of cliches, poor grammar and plot holes to me.

But please...feel free to post anything you've written

 

[The_Great_Walter]

ummm... I occasionally write some short-stories on my PC. I had many saved in my old PC, but i got a new one in the beggining of the year and I have much less now. They all usck, and when I make them TOO long for my standards, they stop making any sense at all. Among my short selection, I have an HL fanfic and a CS one. They are awful, though. I can't write well.

 

[CyberSh33p]

I'm writing a book rest assured its not meant to be good or viewed by eyes. however since school is stifling my creativity so badly, I can't get around to it again til some vacation or another

 

[NeptuneUK]

i did some when i was 7.....

 

[Farrowlesparrow]

i did some when i was 7.....

Enough of your drug addiction already...I'm talking about stories.

Oh, and just out of curiosty. Was that really an attempt to belittle me somehow? Because it really doesn't suit

 

[Yuri]

I have one that I wrote last year, called The Fury of the Flame, for an English project.

My girlfriend liked it, but what does that say?

 

[CrazyHarij]

Short stories rock. I did alot of them back in 8th and 9th grade, it was fun to impress my swedish and english teacher. These days, I just write for fun.

I tend to write the occasional Hafl Leif 2 fan fiction or something related to Scii-Fii, like the Al-i-en universe or other obscure pieces of fiction.
Right now i don't have anything particular to post but perhaps I'll get a decent HL2 story together.

(misspelling due to avoiding ads)

 

[el Chi]

I'm writing a book rest assured its not meant to be good or viewed by eyes.

I know that feeling
I've started a short story, although it may grow longer because I do whitter on so.
One of the characters is loosely based around the G-Man actually

 

[SubKamran]

I have about 5 stories... but a lot (Ok, 99%) of them were for school. This one wasn't, and it's not even a story, just something I typed in July of 2003:

The Dark Sunglasses

He peered through his dark sunglasses, the shades shielded his eyes from the blinding glare. His optometrist said he should always be careful around light, he has a dysfunction, what was it? I can't remember right now. He was power walking down the sidewalk, going over the events that had led up to here. Now. What had he said? Ah yes. The immortal words rang in his mind..."Yes. I will." Why had I done that? To save my family. To save them from danger that is unimaginable. My past. How it haunts my very existence. And yet. And yet he is still alive, on the way to the bus stop, now running.

His name is Maurice. He's a tall, dark fellow. Small chin, yet a rather protruding brow; dark brown eyes, with a dash of freckles on the nose. People used to say he was handsome, but ever since the scar. Ever since the dark scar took him...

FLASH! "Help! Help me!" a soldier cried into the dark abyss. I couldn't see him, all I heard were the shots and screams and the unbearable silence after it. How could I have come here? *BANG BANG BANG!* The shots of a machine gun rang from the darkness. Down, onto my knees...maybe they won't find me. I could make it...

"Hey! You coming on?" the Bus driver yells from the inside of the bus. Maurice snaps back to reality. It was another flashback. They are all too common nowadays. When he sleeps, he dreams of it all. The death. The horror. But it's all gone now, there's no more. The doctors say I'll be fine in no time. No. They don't understand. It's eating me. It devours my soul. They will never understand. As he puts one foot on the step, he looks toward his home, beyond the hills into the sunset. Here I go.

 

[oldagerocker]

I have one that I wrote last year, called The Fury of the Flame, for an English project.

My girlfriend liked it, but what does that say?

It says she wants it baby
ahem.. anyway, yeah short stories... right.. il write one now....

There was a homeless man called Gordon with him, his Dog was called Alyx and he made her dance in the tube station, this greatly impressed the passers by and they tended to donate considerably, enough so that Gordon could afford decent meals and to feed his pride and joy, his lovely cuddly dog.

One day Gordon felt lucky, so he walked to his local corner shop and bought a lottery ticket. You guessed it, he won the jackpot... over a million pounds.

Now, Gordon wasn't in for all the money, so he bought himself a house, his Dog a kenel in the garden and a nice big shed. And he was happy, but he still had a million pounds left, so in his wisdom he decided to thank everyone that had supported him over the years and offered ten pounds for everyone who came to see him.

Word spread around... soon half of the town were knocking on his door politely asking for their free 10 pounds. And Gordon complied, and he duely dished out 10 pounds for every person, but more came. They qued for days, waiting and waiting for their money... sometimes only to join the back of the queue for more.

Gordon was running low on funds, a million pounds didnt cover everyone who came from outside the town, their familly and friends and so on.

He ran out of money.

When the people got the end of the queue, he had to explain to them that he'd run out of money and could not give them the 10 pounds. The people were furious, in a rampant rage of anger, they trashed his home, took everything and left him with nothing.


Gordon hide for his life down his well in his garden, only he couldnt get back up the well, and was stuck down in the well for days and days, his Dog topside barking and barking. Alyx bought him other peoples rubbish bins and dropped anything edible down the well and Gordon survived long enough until someone came and recued him. Although his dog died from not eating... or something. Im bored, this isnt even my story, i've ripped it off a childrens book i read once. So anyway, back on with the story...

Then Gordon got a job at the local government research centre and started something called a resonance cascade... and the rest of the story is history....

THE END​

 

[we11er]

Once upon a time...

bah, can't be arsed with this shit! Gonna play some HL2

 

[Yuri]

I have about 5 stories... but a lot (Ok, 99%)

99% of 5 is a lot less than 1 :O

It says she wants it baby

Score!

 

[The_Great_Walter]

It says she wants it baby
ahem.. anyway, yeah short stories... right.. il write one now....

There was a homeless man called Gordon with him, his Dog was called Alyx and he made her dance in the tube station, this greatly impressed the passers by and they tended to donate considerably, enough so that Gordon could afford decent meals and to feed his pride and joy, his lovely cuddly dog.

One day Gordon felt lucky, so he walked to his local corner shop and bought a lottery ticket. You guessed it, he won the jackpot... over a million pounds.

Now, Gordon wasn't in for all the money, so he bought himself a house, his Dog a kenel in the garden and a nice big shed. And he was happy, but he still had a million pounds left, so in his wisdom he decided to thank everyone that had supported him over the years and offered ten pounds for everyone who came to see him.

Word spread around... soon half of the town were knocking on his door politely asking for their free 10 pounds. And Gordon complied, and he duely dished out 10 pounds for every person, but more came. They qued for days, waiting and waiting for their money... sometimes only to join the back of the queue for more.

Gordon was running low on funds, a million pounds didnt cover everyone who came from outside the town, their familly and friends and so on.

He ran out of money.

When the people got the end of the queue, he had to explain to them that he'd run out of money and could not give them the 10 pounds. The people were furious, in a rampant rage of anger, they trashed his home, took everything and left him with nothing.


Gordon hide for his life down his well in his garden, only he couldnt get back up the well, and was stuck down in the well for days and days, his Dog topside barking and barking. Alyx bought him other peoples rubbish bins and dropped anything edible down the well and Gordon survived long enough until someone came and recued him. Although his dog died from not eating... or something. Im bored, this isnt even my story, i've ripped it off a childrens book i read once. So anyway, back on with the story...

Then Gordon got a job at the local government research centre and started something called a resonance cascade... and the rest of the story is history....

THE END​

*sniff sniff*...god, that is such a sad story. All he wanted was... *sob*...to be nice and kind...but...*sniff* the people were so mean and careless and they broke his house...*sniff* sniff*....man that story is really sad, I think I'm gonna go kill myself now that I read your story, that is perceptibly a metaphor of life in the 21st Century.

I love you, mom.
*Gunshot*

 

[oldagerocker]

*sniff sniff*...god, that is such a sad story. All he wanted was... *sob*...to be nice and kind...but...*sniff* the people were so mean and careless and they broke his house...*sniff* sniff*....man that story is really sad, I think I'm gonna go kill myself now that I read your story, that is perceptibly a metaphor of life in the 21st Century.

I love you, mom.
*Gunshot*

I cant remember who it was by but the book was a collection of short stories, allot of the humorous but this one was really sad, i almost cried... i cant remember half of it and i dont do it justice lol, but its one short story that had an effect on me. So kids the moral of the story is to not tell anyone you won the lottery, and make dogs dance.

 

[Stigmata]

SubKamran's story was pretty good. It's a shame nobody noticed it *shakes fist*

 

[Farrowlesparrow]

SubKamran's story was pretty good. It's a shame nobody noticed it *shakes fist*

It was actually wasn't it...

It was also particularly short :O

 

[AJ Rimmer]

Yeah, short stories are a lot of fun, too bad I can never find a good idea of my own that I can really stick to, I've written som fan fictions though, most of them for Half-life. I've written some original too but nothing I really like.

 

[leadfish]

Here's an allegory I wrote a few years back for yr 12. There are a couple things I could edit and the paragraphs got borked when i copied this in, but I can't be stuffed fixing it too much

The dark figure galloped through the peaceful town of Ironforge under the light of the two moons high in the autumn sky. Dismounting, he gave the reins of his lathered steed, nostrils flaring, to a stable boy and threw him a copped coin, as he made his way to the common room.

The Inn of the Golden Tankard was quiet this night with only a handful of customers after the regulars. The heavy wooden door opened with an almost painful creak, and the figure was greeted with the warmth of the fire across the room, and by the pleasant aromas of spicy foods and ale. His leaden footsteps caused the patrons to turn, and they held their fixed and zombie-like gaze as he took off his mud-speckled greatcoat, and hung it over a chair by the fireplace. This revealed the strange figure and what the people saw unnerved them, some visibly so. The innkeeper glanced his way and in a quiet whisper to those nearby, he said “May Garagonel protect us from his kind,” and made a sign of protection.

“Mercenaries are a stain on the honour of man,” spat one of his clientele.

The stranger casually strolled up to the bar and leant over to the innkeeper, who was drying a tankard on his dirty apron.
“We don’t allow weapons in here. If you be lodgin’ for the night, you can leave them there, or you hand them to me. Failing that, find another inn. The next be a half days ride, and they don’t open on the sixthday,” the innkeeper informed the new arrival.
The newcomer studied the innkeeper, just as the innkeeper did him. Of the features that marked the stranger, the scar that ran from his left eye, down his cheek, was the most prominent. He had black rings under his eyes and wrinkles on his leathery skin that made him look older than his years. With one fluent motion, he swept his long, black hair back from his brow, and unsheathed a battle weary sword with years of nicks and dents, and placed it on the bar in front of the innkeeper, with two copper coins.
“I trust you will take good care of it. Oh, and an ale and a warm meal, good sir,” jested the stranger, with a sly grin on his face. The innkeeper only became infuriated at this, but kept his emotions in check.

”The meal is another three pieces, good sir,” replied the innkeeper.

The outsider knew he was being charged more than the townsfolk of the little hamlet and its surrounds, but he reached into his pouch and pulled out the extra copper. He sat down at a table near the bar and waited for his good. A girl of twelve summers brought him his ale and he nodded his thanks. The good men of the town at the bar started to laugh heartily, and a huge man, most likely the town’s smith, and his drinking companions pulled out the visitor’s weapons and brought them to him. The man from out of town just sat there cold faced, and took a swig of ale. The burly smith smashed the tankard out of his hand and yanked him up roughly. All of a sudden, a knife was at the smith’s throat, and the stranger simply replied, “I shall be eating this meal.”

 

[CyberSh33p]

so, who is gonna post the mandatory roy in clingfilm?

 

[Ames]

It was a dark and stormy night...

 

[Dalamari]

It was a dark and stormy night...

Long story short, I eat through my anus now