Short Stories

Pistol Grip Rhetoric

This story i dont really have a title for. i just did it for english on sensory perception.

The musty air of the midnight dew hung low over the traveler's head. The clouds were grey and hid the moons light from hitting the ground below. the rain fell and splashed onto the ground below making ponds in the street. a confused and insecure look grew on the traveler's face. Although it was a typical night in London something didnt seem right. He felt as if he were being watched althogh nobody was to be found. he watched nervously and stumbled in his steps out of fear. Then a glimpse of light caught his eye. A shadow lurked out of the darkness. In his left hand, a bloody blade. both figures steps increased rapidly and were both in the same direction. The traveler franticly ran into the fog as the murderous figure still maintained his speed. The traveler ran as fast as he could. He could feel the frigid air inside him and felt how it hurt for him to breathe. Then suddenly the murderous figure popped put of a nearby allyway and grabbed the traveler by his overcoat. he felt the cold and slippery blade tear his insides. he tasted the warm blood now oozing out of his mouth. screaming and coughing out his last ounce of strengh he fell into the street and felt the rain soak his bloody clothes. As his vision dimmed he once more saw the shimmering blade......taunting him, and laughing at him as he lay helplessly; as he let out his final breath;. hearing the laughter echoing in his mind.
THE END

This is something pete wrote i cant read it without laughing

THE HAPPY FAMILY COLLECTION

MY DEAD GRANDMA
-real casket
-head really pops off
-comes with embalming fluid
-you can bend her legs or arms and hear her bones snap!!!

GAY PRIDE GRANDPA
-real gay pride fist action
-comes with real purple triangle necklace
-holds rainbow in hand
-real donnie osmond action
-LOOK OUT! he just may hug you!....TOO LATE!

MY RAPIST UNCLE
-comes with little niece or little nephew
-says several phrases
"come here little girl"
"i have a lolly pop...wanna lick?"
"wanna play a game...its called take your pants off"

MY JEWISH FATHER
-comes with real yamica
-dradle spinning action
-matzo balls included

MY NAZI GERMAN BROTHER
-real lederhosen
-hitler saluting action
-comes with world war 2 war suit
-gas mask sold sepratly

MY SATANIST COUSIN
-real wooden inverted cross
-sacrificeing little animal action
-comes with real pentigram
-razor not included

MY ANARCHIST BROTHER-IN-LAW
-comes with red spray paint
-gas tank and lighter sold sepratly
-learn to make your very own tennis ball bombs!
-napalm not included

Once there was a boy who worked at his mothers deli. He was an only child and his bastard father had left them when he was a baby so he never knew him.

He kept to himself in school and didnt have many friends. After school he would always walk to the deli, put on his apron and get to work. He hated school his whole life on account of everyone there hated him. But there was one person would always put him down, take his lunch money and beat him up. He tried to put this behind him and forget about it.

He always worked hard at the deli and his mother appreciated it. She would run the register and he would slice various cold cuts and make sandwiches. He would always make extra to take home for dinner or save some for lunch at school. But it was fairly useless for that one kid would always take it. He never did anything about it however, because he knew he couldnt.

If there was one thing he loved it was his cat. She had beautiful shiny black fur and sparkly golden eyes. Her name was Zeros and she loved him as well. He would come home and shed be there on his bed greeting him with a loving purr.

Until one day she disappeared. He became very worried and felt useless. He moped around the halls of school and couldnt think straight. When he arrived at the deli he went behind the counter and tried to get to work. He was startled to hear a big thump at the back door and screeching of tires peeling out of the back lot. He went back to see what it was and he saw it. It was Zeros, dead and covered in blood and human feces. She was stiff as a board and the blood matted and tangled what fur she had left.

He knew who had done it. He stood there for a full hour crying tears of pain. His mother never came out though, she was too busy and thought he had taken a break. She felt he deserved it anyway. Before he left for home he grabbed the big shiny butcher knife that hung on the hook behind the counter.

The next day he wasnt in school. Instead, he waited in the woods near the parking lot all day. After the final bell rang everyone left for home. His eyes locked on him, the one who took away his meaning in life and the one he loved. He watched him patiently as he walked toward his car. But before he could get out his keys there was a rustle in the woods and he decided to go see what it was

The next morning the boy left for school with a big smile on his face. He could actually concentrate in class and when lunchtime came he sat at his usual table with five big sandwiches in a brown paper bag with nobody around to take it from him. He took out two and gave one to his friend. This is great! his friend said. What is it, chicken? But he only replied, Nope, just a special secret ingredient; a little something that goes great with anything


								Im starting to get back into writing short stories again rather than poetry. so ill try to keep this section updated as often as possible.



								This story i dont really have a title for. i just did it for english on sensory perception. The musty air of the midnight dew hung low over the traveler's head. The clouds were grey and hid the moons light from hitting the ground below. the rain fell and splashed onto the ground below making ponds in the street. a confused and insecure look grew on the traveler's face. Although it was a typical night in London something didnt seem right. He felt as if he were being watched althogh nobody was to be found. he watched nervously and stumbled in his steps out of fear. Then a glimpse of light caught his eye. A shadow lurked out of the darkness. In his left hand, a bloody blade. both figures steps increased rapidly and were both in the same direction. The traveler franticly ran into the fog as the murderous figure still maintained his speed. The traveler ran as fast as he could. He could feel the frigid air inside him and felt how it hurt for him to breathe. Then suddenly the murderous figure popped put of a nearby allyway and grabbed the traveler by his overcoat. he felt the cold and slippery blade tear his insides. he tasted the warm blood now oozing out of his mouth. screaming and coughing out his last ounce of strengh he fell into the street and felt the rain soak his bloody clothes. As his vision dimmed he once more saw the shimmering blade......taunting him, and laughing at him as he lay helplessly; as he let out his final breath;. hearing the laughter echoing in his mind. THE END



		This is something pete wrote i cant read it without laughing THE HAPPY FAMILY COLLECTION MY DEAD GRANDMA -real casket -head really pops off -comes with embalming fluid -you can bend her legs or arms and hear her bones snap!!! GAY PRIDE GRANDPA -real gay pride fist action -comes with real purple triangle necklace -holds rainbow in hand -real donnie osmond action -LOOK OUT! he just may hug you!....TOO LATE! MY RAPIST UNCLE -comes with little niece or little nephew -says several phrases "come here little girl" "i have a lolly pop...wanna lick?" "wanna play a game...its called take your pants off" MY JEWISH FATHER -comes with real yamica -dradle spinning action -matzo balls included MY NAZI GERMAN BROTHER -real lederhosen -hitler saluting action -comes with world war 2 war suit -gas mask sold sepratly MY SATANIST COUSIN -real wooden inverted cross -sacrificeing little animal action -comes with real pentigram -razor not included MY ANARCHIST BROTHER-IN-LAW -comes with red spray paint -gas tank and lighter sold sepratly -learn to make your very own tennis ball bombs! -napalm not included Once there was a boy who worked at his mothers deli. He was an only child and his bastard father had left them when he was a baby so he never knew him. He kept to himself in school and didnt have many friends. After school he would always walk to the deli, put on his apron and get to work. He hated school his whole life on account of everyone there hated him. But there was one person would always put him down, take his lunch money and beat him up. He tried to put this behind him and forget about it. He always worked hard at the deli and his mother appreciated it. She would run the register and he would slice various cold cuts and make sandwiches. He would always make extra to take home for dinner or save some for lunch at school. But it was fairly useless for that one kid would always take it. He never did anything about it however, because he knew he couldnt. If there was one thing he loved it was his cat. She had beautiful shiny black fur and sparkly golden eyes. Her name was Zeros and she loved him as well. He would come home and shed be there on his bed greeting him with a loving purr. Until one day she disappeared. He became very worried and felt useless. He moped around the halls of school and couldnt think straight. When he arrived at the deli he went behind the counter and tried to get to work. He was startled to hear a big thump at the back door and screeching of tires peeling out of the back lot. He went back to see what it was and he saw it. It was Zeros, dead and covered in blood and human feces. She was stiff as a board and the blood matted and tangled what fur she had left. He knew who had done it. He stood there for a full hour crying tears of pain. His mother never came out though, she was too busy and thought he had taken a break. She felt he deserved it anyway. Before he left for home he grabbed the big shiny butcher knife that hung on the hook behind the counter. The next day he wasnt in school. Instead, he waited in the woods near the parking lot all day. After the final bell rang everyone left for home. His eyes locked on him, the one who took away his meaning in life and the one he loved. He watched him patiently as he walked toward his car. But before he could get out his keys there was a rustle in the woods and he decided to go see what it was The next morning the boy left for school with a big smile on his face. He could actually concentrate in class and when lunchtime came he sat at his usual table with five big sandwiches in a brown paper bag with nobody around to take it from him. He took out two and gave one to his friend. This is great! his friend said. What is it, chicken? But he only replied, Nope, just a special secret ingredient; a little something that goes great with anything