Showing posts with label Stories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stories. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

It Started with a Dream.

I just visited my account in Polyvore, and I looked over some of my sets. I used to be addicted to Polyvore back then, even before I created my blog. Three years ago, I wrote my first twenty-five chapter long story. I was about twelve or thirteen back then, so don't expect it to be in the most grammar correct form. I mean, it's the only story I've ever completed. I write stories, but I never finish them. I have written about fifty-four stories, excluding the story I finished which is entitled It Started with a Dream.


What I'm trying to do is to share to you the story I wrote three years back. I'm pretty sure I'm going to laugh at it because of my weird imagination back then. Writing is something I like doing, and I'm not holding anything back from my blog, so it's coming on here. For the next twenty-four days, I'm going to post one by one each chapter. Each chapter is pretty short though, but still. I do hope you enjoy reading them. :))

If you want to read the whole story, you can read it here.


Tuesday, March 1, 2011

A teacher's story about stuttering.

My dad told me to check my gmail just some moments ago, and I did. I received a mail from him about a story titled "A teacher's story about stuttering." Here's how it goes:


A teacher is explaining biology to her 4th grade students.
"Human beings are the only animals that stutter," she says.
A little girl raises her hand.
"I had a kitty-cat who stuttered."
The teacher, knowing how precious some of these stories could become, asked the girl to describe the incident.
"Well," she began, "I was in the backyard with my kitty and the Rottweiler that lives next door got a running start and before we knew it, he jumped over the fence into our yard!"
"That must've been scary," the teacher said.
"It sure was," said the little girl.
"My kitty raised her back and went, 'Ffff!, Ffff!, Ffff, but before she could say, 'F*ck off!,' the Rottweiler ate her!"
The teacher had to leave the room.


Do you stutter a lot?