The Story

This blog was created by me (Story) as a place to share my stories. But I thought it would be interesting to have a friend (Short) help me out. So there will be stories that both of us write together and stories that each of us write alone. Some will be really stupid, some funny, some parts of the next great american novel and others that no one knows where they came from. But, one thing is for sure, that there will be daily updates.

Enjoy.... or something.

   

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Wednesday, September 28, 2005
Because.

I'm in love, I've been in love for a little while now. It's the first time, I thought I had experienced it before, but now I realize the I hadn't.

Posted at 11:37 am by Short
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Thursday, May 26, 2005
What time is it?

I must have been dozing again, dangit. Great, now I can't find my watch. Might as well saunter outside. It sure is cold tonight, I wish I would have put on a jacket. Hey look a dog! "Hey little fella you seem lost. Wanna walk with me for a while?" I can't even keep track of my own life, the last thing I need is a mangey terrier. Stupid dog eyes. Wanna frankfurter? "Gimme two, Joe. One usual and one without onions, onions aren't good for dogs you know". Here you go buddy. Wow, you must be starvin, you need some dogfood. I wonder if Mr Johnson will let me keep a dog? I could use the companionship, Lord knows I don't need a woman in my life. Here's the park, now all we have to do is sit and wait, Buddy. Here comes one now, "Hey mister you got the time?" "Sure it's eleven fifteen." "How about the watch and wallet?" I always love the look on their faces when you pull the knife on em. Oh Hell! "Hey man I'm sorry I wasn't gonna do nothin I swear! Just please don't shoot!"


Stupid two-bit mugger, nobody will miss him. Hey look it's a little dog. "Wanna walk with me a while, pooch?"

Posted at 11:44 am by Short
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Friday, August 20, 2004
A bit of a taste.

Running



I can't believe this, I can't believe what's happening to me. I was so happy, but that seems like a lifetime ago now, even though it was only a few hours. I can hear them running behind me; I think they are gaining. Why me? Why today? I feal the sunburn that I got on the river, the pain is searing as it violently rubs across my back. When will it end? Oh stupid you know the answer to that question, you just don't want to admit it. South St, Grand St, Smith Ln, I hope Hugo comes up soon, maybe I can get some help there.

Posted at 09:57 pm by Short
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Friday, July 09, 2004
Important Notice.

I believe you may have noticed that "Franks Tale Part 2" is no longer on this site in fact it is no longer on any site.  It was garbage, this is officially My Formal Apology, I Apologize formally for tainting your eyeholes with such horribility.  Expect a fitting end for Frank in the near future.

Posted at 11:34 pm by Short
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Page 1

"Shut up, just shut up," John said clinching the steering wheel. I turned looking out of my window watching the trees slow down. Your walking," I said calmly.
"No I am walking I am tired of setting in this car anyway," Eli chimed in. I got out of the car shutting the door turning and walking away towards the gas station that I hope is there.

Whoa there is a raven. I wonder if I am going to die. Nevermore. I really like Poe such suspense. Thinking of that I wonder if John brought a gun. Well of course he did. I mean why would he not, he probably went and bought one at the gun store before we left, idiot. If I was going to die on this little foray it would probably be because of that gun, that he probably has. I wonder what is the best way to hold ones thumb out in order to catch a ride. Hold it out, with my arm sightly limp, so that it seems that I do not care so much, and move it back and forth slowly. I bet there is... Some pages from a book. That would be funny if it were pages from the Bible, from Job. That would be an omen. I bet there is a gas station right around this corner... The grass is really dead here and these pages are only from a romance novel. O well no omen today. I think I will drop these pages back to the ground for some poor soul to be deceived by. Maybe we will be fortunate enough that... O Here comes the chance to try my hitching technique now. Thumb out, arm slightly limp, and slowly moving back and forth. He is not slowing down... come on, you know you want to pick me up... ah forget it.

Turning and facing the oncoming truck and waving my hands I yelled, "Hey... Hey... I need a ride!"

That was lame why did I say that. Should have stayed with the thumb, probably would have stopped if I had stayed with that. I thought people from the south were supposed to be polite or something. Geez it is getting hot, I wonder how long I have been walking, it seems like it has been an hour. Almost out of the corner, there has got to be a gas station up here, up yonder. Up yonder? were did that come from. This is the south and the road has a lot of words in it. I am ill this heat is really getting to... I think I am ADD or ADHD, DHDA or something. Well probably one of those... aaaaannnnnnndddd there, is. All right, nothing, no gas station this is encouraging. Is that a car? Ok use the thumb technique as soon as the car rounds the corner stick it out there. That car looks a lot like the BMW. I think... yeah it is?

Rolling the passenger window down he said, "You need a ride," with a smirk on his face.
"John where did you get the gas at," I asked opening the door and getting in the car.
"Well did you see that old pick up truck."
"Yeah he did not stop," I said.
"Well the old man that was driving it, stopped and gave us some gas," John said grabbing the knob on the radio, "and I told him that you where up ahead and that there was no need for him to stop and pick you up."
"He said the next gas station is only a few miles ahead," Eli said while reaching for the tuning knob on the radio.
"So we will stop there," John said slapping Eli's hand away.
"Would you two stop that, I am going to choose the station," I said reaching for the knob.

Posted at 03:50 pm by Story
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Wednesday, July 07, 2004
Frank the Limbless Man Part 1

Frank the limbless man.

 

Hi I’m Frank and I’m limbless, the group chimes in “Hi Frank!”. I guess I should start at the beginning . My mother was a hippie so during her pregnancy she was experimenting with crystal meth, marijuana, opium, uppers, downers, sidewaysers, and the occasional painkiller, I came out like a hotdog with a head. By the time I was one my mother had tried to kill me seven times exclaiming, “The poor sausage needs to be put out of his misery!”. So to say the least, I was taken quickly by the social services.
I lived in about fourteen orphanages and learned to roll up stairs, how to roll away from a fight, I even learned that all you need to live your life is a mission and mine was to get away. Then after I became eighteen and the orphan homes no longer had a say over my life I became a drifter, rolling from town to town hitchhiking with my tongue, I was a wanderer. Then I wound up in a small north Virginia town where I met Sally, The limbless beauty of my dreams she had long brown hair and a coke can figure. Sally was amazing as soon as we met each other we knew that we were meant to be together. We spent the next week in pure ecstasy rolling around with each other and rolling around with each other but I knew it couldn’t last. I was a free spirit and Sally couldn’t just leave her family because with my lifestyle we may have never returned to that small North Virginian town. So with a tear in my eye and a hope in my heart, that I could someday meet back up with Sally I left rolled on out of that town.
Next I met someone that would influence my life almost as much as Sally did, I met Red he was a fire breather for the “Farnum & Failey circus” he told me “Boy you could go places.” and that was the beginning of life in the circus. I became the main attraction in the freak show, I was billed “Magnifico The Limbless!!”. They taught me how to roll through a flaming hoop, roll on a tightrope, and even roll over a bed of nails. The circus gave me a strange fulfillment I had something there that I had never experienced in my life aside from that brief time with Sally it was Acceptance, honor even, I had a real family in that freak show. After about six years in that circus I had earned enough money to buy a specially made car that I could control solely with my tongue, so I left that circus said my tearful goodbyes to Red and went on my way. I loved my circus family but, I longed to see Sally.
I drove straight to Virginia I needed to see Sally it had been fifteen years I had changed, I was willing to settle down for the love of my life. I looked up her family name and found her parents, I drove to their house and talked to them for quite a while about my life and the things I had done but, I couldn’t wait any longer I said “Where is Sally.”. They told me and I will never forget what they said to my they said “Sally waited ten years for you Frank, and assumed that you had forgotten about her. So she found a nice boy and married him. They live down in Texas now.” I bolted out the door as soon as I heard that painful news they yelled that there was something else but, I couldn’t wait one second longer I was driving as fast as my tongue could push the accelerator and I was off.
When I arrived in Texas I hired a private investigator outside of Houston to find her and in about a weeks time he found me the address. So I rolled on up to the door of that house , it was the longest sidewalk I had ever rolled, and I knocked on the door. A man came up he was whole and without fault he said “You must be Frank, Sally told me about you, before...” I couldn’t believe what he was implying “Before what! Oh God Before what!” The man told me she had died and I couldn’t handle any more pain like that so I drove my car down to the river and rolled myself off of the bridge. I then learned that I float head-up and would not drown as I had wished, Oh cruel Fate, I was then rescued by a friendly fisherman. He took me into his car and drove me to the hospital where they referred me to this depressed limbless support group, so here I am. I have no Idea what I will do next with my life.

 

 

To be continued....


Posted at 08:35 am by Short
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Monday, July 05, 2004
First thing

Brett invited me, of wait I think he might want to be called xero or some crap. Anyway he invited me and the loser didn't post anything so this is the first.




From now on unless there is something special it will be short stories.

Posted at 09:02 pm by Short
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