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Post a short story - 02-08-2009, 12:00 AM

I decided to take the post a poem thread (which I have to say is really selfish because people don't even comment on each others poems) and make a "post a short story"- true or fiction... are there any writers?


Here's a short lil' tale called "Creaky Door". If you have a short attention span, you can read this too because it has a shocking twist!

A large, seemingly ancient door creaks as a young boy, dressed in uniform, enters the room. Multi-colored light drearily shines through the biblically themed stained glass windows; revealing the accumulation of dust swirling in the motionless air. An obese, nervous man sits alone at the large wooden desk-

Although feeble in appearance, this man speaks loudly; demanding respect.
“Why have you disturbed me during my hour of worship? What act of blasphemy have you committed?”… Beads of sweat drip slowly off this neurotic mans face.


“…Forgive me father, for I have sinned…” the boy says, in an innocent delicate tone.

With a timid stutter, he continues…

“During the dark hours of yesterday’s eve, I tried to make an escape, Father. For I long to feel the embrace of my mother and father.”

Angry and red-faced, the clergyman shouts uncontrollably.

“This is a pathetic act of sacrilege! God will tend to your ignorance, child! For now… I condemn you to the cellar of infidelity- 3 days, no supper nor drink! I suggest you ask Jesus for your forgiveness… for he is generous and kind.”

Without any further communication, the boy leaves the room. A single tear falls from his cheek as he exits through the door in which he entered.

With a quick glance around the room, the large man stands- revealing his stripped underpants, and desperately skinny unperportioned legs.

He quickly pulls up his trousers.

And from underneath the desk, a woman crawls out- fixing her sloppy hair, adjusting her garments.

“Thank you, Sister Mary. May God bless you.”

And without speech, the woman exits throughout that same creaky door.
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02-15-2009, 07:41 AM

I think I get the idea of your story, but Im not so sure. Im a bit confused, surely its a twist. hehe


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02-15-2009, 07:45 AM

One time, I looked at a car, and it blew up.


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02-17-2009, 01:25 AM

It was a dark stormy night when I went out to rent some movies. I saw the worst thing ever and I won't ever forget it.

As I walked up and down the aisles looking for the perfect movie I realized that they had no anime!!!! (Theme music~ Dracula)
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02-17-2009, 01:40 AM

The Boredom Prevails


“Sister, I’m bored!”

“Well I can’t help you. Now, get out of my room.”

“Ugh,” a little girl, about 8 or 9, closed her sister’s door and headed outside.

She leaped off the porch, only a foot or so high, and wandered over to her sandbox.

Well, hello there Mr. Butterfly, how are you today?” she giggled when a yellow butterfly flew off form its perch on the shovel and landed on her nose.

“Shoo shoo,” she waved it off and sat down to play in the sand, grabbing the shovel and pail.

“Sing sing sing a song,” she hummed while attempting to build a sandcastle. It worked while on the ground but when she tried to stack another on top, it failed epically and the sand tumbled to the ground.

“Boredom kills everything,” she muttered, storming off to find something else to do.

And in that sand box, two simple words lay, ‘Boredom Prevails.’
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