| Short Story|
By Random Kid
Short Story: Random Kid
It ALL started the day I became President. Huh? No, not President of the United States I'm only 35 years old, and I haven't finished college yet. Although, that would be cool if a man in his late thirties could see it in his heart to make a public spectacle of himself. Anyways, that contest was TOO intense! I'll always remember it like it just happened yesterday. Well actually... it happened about three weeks ago, and because I was too busy boozing it up with my next door neighbor's black lab, I ended up spending too much money on a suit and tie for the event.
I walked into the school building, prepared for whatever lied ahead. The previous night, I had prepared a special "speech", that would aid me in becoming the School's President. And since I was heavily intoxicated, I believe that I made a good impression on the people of Lankonshire. But before I tell you that part of the story, I'll have to tell you this one:
Chapter 1: The Thief
It was a black and dreary night. The man in the coat held up his hat to a stranger. She floated him a smile and he returned it. He felt in the distance for some kind of fleeting memory of himself. He combusted, and she ran away with his baggage. FIN
Biography of a Random: Part 1
Chapter 1: This is Random Guy
Hello there. Random Guy is a young boy. He lives in a house on Merrycherry Lane. There he has two parents, an older sister, and a younger brother. The sister’s name is Pursie. The brother’s name is FRANK! Remember that now.
Random Guy’s alarm clock rang. He grabbed the clock and hurled it out the window. Across the street, an old guy was upset because all his friends at the Senior Citizen’s Home had an alarm clock, but he didn’t. Random Guy’s clock flew in through the old guy’s window. “Hey look, a clock! Whoo-hoo! I’m-a rich!”, the old guy jumped up and started dancing. Crack! “Oh! Oh, muh back!”, he groaned.