Short Story Contests discussion

DAY TWO!!!!!!!!

I tripped. I fell to the ground. I hit my head on a rock.

ow.

up so what's the topic then?

Um, since Tale_of_lost_ink hasn't replied, I will make the topic ROCK

Does that work?

The rock stars shaved their beards. They lost everyone, signals of everyone, giving a darn for the publicity. The fans mourned the shorn hair of those faces. They lifted their arms without harms, in a park to their favorites. The rock fell with a blush, and flew over their hushed heads. All on a Saturday too.

I never knew how hard it was to just right 75 words!!! I always write like past 100, and have to delete half of it!!! XD anyway, here it is:

Mom tapped her finders in time to her favorite Elvis music, enjoying every minute of the old music.
“Mom, could you please turn it down?” I asked her, obvious pleading in my voice.
“Honey, this is REAL rock music! You should listen to it more often!”
I suppressed a groan. “Yup mom! It’s just…uh …great.” I said, trying not to wince at the horribly old music. Slowly, without showing her, I took out my headphones.

The rocking chair moved creaked loudly as the man sat on it. A boy came down from the stairs because of the loud noise. The boy gasped out loud when he saw him. The man looked up and the boy saw his face. It was his father, who had left the family 7 years ago. "Prepare to die, son."



The End

WOAH SCARYYY!!!!!!!!!

im gunna post minez l8er

Little Zunshine on her tuffet, eating golden hair, came a rock, landed with a thud, missed her only inches. The shears appeared, cut off her hair, she let cry a pool of tears. The playground friends called her toddler names, and she drew big long faces. She stumbled lonely feet, finding her place, she finally, learned to laugh. Silly people, they thought I had such long hair before, and children came to play every day.

haha those are great! Seth! You might wanna lay off the horror movies for a bit.. it's seeping through! : D

Heres my little story bout rocks, its a true story btw

My mom has a collection of rocks. She got them form all over the place. Rocks from costa rica, rocks from Panama rocks from Spain, Paris London, and beaches all across the US. I dont know why she has such a craving for rock all around the world, but she keeps then in plates all around her room.

I dont go in there much because i think that they are weird.



XD

I listened to some of my dad's old rock music. The sound danced around in my head. I liked the loud, unpredictableness sound of it. It gave me the spark, to finish my novel's chapter, before going to bed.

cool