Creativity? Pfsh! Bring it on!

[sprousefan23]

Ok, so when boredom strikes, write something.
It's story time children!
Today's story is brought to you by the letter BFS and the number 4.

Somebody Get My Mom
Today was one of the worst days of my entire 15 year old life. It started out as a normal day; shower; breakfast; bus. Only today the bus was late. At first I thought to myself, "Well, he can't be right on time everyday." so I thought nothing of it. Until I got to school and found out he had actually been forty minutes late. Only one person stayed for that long and he gets to skip first period.
The next thing in this unfortunate string of events happened in first peirod, P.E. Now, alot of things could have happened in a class with ropes leading to a ceiling, heavy equipment, and a slow fat teacher that follows you on a bike when you're running the mile shouting, "Faster, faster! Ms. Schneider quit talking with Lars and speed it up!" but the worst of the worst happened. It was mile day, everyone had their Ipods out on their fave song but me, mine was charging at home. While I was running and getting yelled at, half way through it, my shorts fell off. When I bent down to pick them up I farted. Then my glasses fell off, and when I bent down to look for them I found out they had shattered and my knee was right on top of them. Running back the other teacher saw that I was bleeding. So he helped me to to nurses office where I spent the rest of the day. At lunch my best friend lent me her Ipod and the moment I put the buds in my ears I realized the song that was playing was perfect for the situation. "Somebody Get My Mom" By Bowling for Soup.

[sprousefan23]

The Problem With Suspects a script by muah.
[three people are sitting at a table in a chinese resturant. A woman in a trench coat joins them.]
Detective : I assume you all know why you're here.
Middle Aged woman : Cuz we're hungry?
Detective : Wrong! You are here because you all were at the scene of a murder that took place last night.
Math Professor : So we're all suspects?
Detective : That is correct. Now, if you could all go around the table saying what you were doing on Avenue Place last night.
Middle Aged Woman : Wait, I didn't catch your name.
Detective : It is not important for you to know my name.
Middle Aged Woman : Oh.....uh....Well, I was there for a party.
Math Professor : Me too!
Crippled kid : And me!
Middle Aged Woman : It was a party for our whole department, we do it every other week.
Math Professor : Yeah, it's kind of been a tradition since Meg here [nudges middle aged woman] started it.
Meg : Yeah, well it's kind of nice to get away from the kids for a while.
Detective : Uhh, could we get back to what happened last night? And you [turns toward crippled kid] what were you doing there? You're not a teacher, are you?
Crippled kid : No...uhhh....w-w-well I-I'm a d-d-daughter of one of t-the professor's. D-d-daddy was in-v-vited s-s-so I tagged a-a-long.
Detective : And what, may I presume, is your daddy's name?
Crippled kid : Mr. S-s-mith.
Math Professor : I've never heard of him....is he new?
Crippled kid : Y-y-yes.
Meg : Really? Well, I don't believe you.
Detective : I'm the one who'll be doing the believeing around here Ms. Dunning. Now, if you would please continue.
Crippled kid : Thank you. I-I-I was si-i-ting there, b-b-ored, cuz grown-ups u-usually are p-pretty boring. T-then I got reeeeeeal tired, and I didn't t-think th-they would mind if I w-went upstairs and t-t-took a nap.
Meg : Then you saw the other kid in the room and you wanted privacy so you killed her!
Detective : Ms. Dunning, please! Go on.
Crippled kid : S-s-so I t-took a nap and t-the next t-thing I knew I w-was woken by a s-stranger that t-told me someone h-had b-b-been killed.
Detective : uh-huh. Well, did any of you hear any strange noises while you were there?
Math Professor : Well I did hear someone snoring. But that could have been you. [points to crippled kid]
Meg : I think I heard a few people go upstairs....but that's where the bathroom is so it makes sense.
Detective : Did you see anyone go upstairs perhaps?
Meg : No, we were all in the living room, you can't see the stairs from there.
Detective: Did you see anyone get up and leave the room?
Meg: I didn't...Did you?
Math Professor : Nope.
Detective : hmmm....that's very interesting.
[a cook walks in]
Cook : Here's your 4 orders of sweet and sour chicken with lomen.
[sets food on table]
Detective : Wait, we didn't order this....and it smells weird.....what'd you put in this?
Cook : Oh, nothing.....just a little secret sauce, just for you. I know how hard you work Detective O'Connell, it was my little way of saying thanks.
Detective : Oh really.....well, thanks.
[Cook walks off an paces on the side of the stage with and evil stare]
Detective : I suggest you don't eat that.
Meg : Why?
Detective : Oh, you'll find out in a minute.
[Detective walks hurriedly toward Cook.]
Detective : [grabs cook.] Walk with me, talk with me.
Cook : Where are we going?
Detective : Oh, just a little place I call Downtown!

[jesterhired]

You are a truly inspired storyteller - I wants me some more!



Stacy

[sprousefan23]

^ Thanks!
I kind of hope to write a book someday....don't know what it'll be about, but it'll be about something I can tell you that much.

[jesterhired]

I would love to hear a lead in to the next chapter - I'm sure you've got something in mind

[jesterhired]

I'm patiently waiting - I would use Neko Case as an inspiration while you write. Check her tunes out - I know you'll love her. She was my best friend in Junior High - I feel like she is "singing my life back to me" - that is a reference to one of her songs - only I think her job is complete. Now I have to work on the big guy upstairs or wherever he is - or is he working on me?

Hmmm?


Stacy

Doooo tellll Pleaassseeee!

[sprousefan23]

^ I'm workin on it.

[Rosita]

we wait that you write more

[sprousefan23]

I showed the second one to my Theatre teacher, still waitin on what he thinks about it tho.

I'm thinkin about writing about the experience on the Titanic as it was going down....whatcha think?

[Happygal]

That sounds interesting! By the way...was that first part really true?

[sprousefan23]

^ no! But that would totally suck if it did!

[sprousefan23]

A Titanic of a Tale

You are walking down a hallway. It wreaks of seawater, but you know it's the only way to get to America to start a new life, so you ,in the words of your uncle, "Forget about it!" Just a few hours ago you were saying good-bye to Uncle Vince and Aunt Mole Hair and hello to a place where no one would pinch your cheeks and tell you how cute you are in the process. Now, you were in the middle of the ocean. You could just hear the waves crashing against the side of the ship.....no, wait.....those weren't waves.....they kind of sound like screams....you've got to run upstairs to see what all the hub-bub is about. As you head up the stairs you can see people running every which way and you can't help but think to yourself, "Where's the fire? We're surrounded by water, it can't be that hard to put it out." You laugh quietly to yourself at that. It's not long before someone runs up to you in a panic and shouts, "The ship hit an iceburg! We're all gonna die!" You think the guy's joking, there can't be any way a boat this massive could possibly be brought down by a tiny little iceburg. So, you stroll around, thinking, "Man, they're really draging this thing out...maybe the guy was right...nah." It's not like a waiter came up to tell you the news. Then, a waiter comes up to tell you the news. He urges you to get on one of the already crowded life boats. "Alot of people are jumping off the side of the ship....we don't think they'll make it, but if you're still planing on going to America the only thing you can do is get on that life boat! We've only got one more, I'd say you should start pushing and shoving to get on it!" And with that he leaves. Then, you start to notice all of the people diving into the below freezing waters. So, you decide to follow the waiters instructions, I mean, he does work on the ship, he can't be all that clueless. It's not long before you find out they are only taking women and children first. Then you realize, "Hey, this is the last boat, Women and Children should've already gone....besides, everyone says I could pass for 12." So you push and shove your way to the front. They allow you to get on. You made it, unlike many of the other passengers on that fateful voyage on April 15th 1912. It was a ship so massive they called it the RMS Titanic. It was supposed to be unsinkable....the unsinkable has sunk.

[Happygal]

^Nice!

[sprousefan23]

^Thanks!

[wylde]

Nicely done, Sprousefan