Short Story 3

Once there was a tyrannosaurus named Steve. Steve was a nice T-Rex, until Jeffrey owned him. Jeffrey taught Steve how to kill and eat humans. Jeffrey had turned into an evil mastermind, thus making Steve evil as well. Jeffrey fed Steve humans, that used to be his workers, but then he got bored of them. Jeffrey’s latest plan was to release a disease, which kills millions of people in seconds. The only cure for this disease was T-Rex boogers. It’s ironic because the only living T-Rex was Steve. He planned on releasing disease at San Francisco. Jeffrey didn’t have a car, or plane, or spaceship, or hovercraft, or any sort of transportation; so he just super glued car seats to Steve’s back. When Jeffrey got to San Francisco, he threw the vial at the floor, and caught the disease on accident. Panicked, Jeffrey picked Steve’s nose, but Steve caught the disease too. Jeffrey accidentally fell off of Steve and fell in a man-hole. Jeffrey managed to get out of the sewers, but he drank radioactive waste. Today, Jeffrey is suffering from the disease coocooindaheadrandomabcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz syndrome.

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Right now, I was supposed to make a short story, but I got stuck so I am blogging about... um... short stories? Nah, WRITER'S BLOCK! I hate writer's blocks! You had an amazing idea, and then it just dissapears... and you can't think of it again, and you spend such a long time thinking of another great idea, but you force it on your brain, and it just shuts down. Doesn't that just SUCK? Like right now, I'm blogging about writer's block, because I am currently expiriencing a writer's block... Well, now that I have finished, if you are still reading this, I wouldn't keep reading this. Just press the back button up there^! Well, thanks for reading this pointless blog, I'm just trying to fill up space so it looks like I have typed a lot, oh wait... Catherine actually READS this! Darnit, she has foiled my plot!... she'll understand... right Catherine?

Short Story 2

The ninja bunny jumped from tree to tree. Quickly, and quietly he got to his destination. He quickly entered the hut. He crept to the door, and slowly opened it. In the room, sat a wise old bunny. “Master, I have come to receive my mission” said the ninja bunny. “Why yes, young grasshopper. I need you to assassinate the evil fox, make it quick, and don’t attract any attention or we will be wanted men” responded the wise old bunny. “Yes master” exclaimed the ninja bunny. Quickly, the ninja bunny dispersed.
The ninja bunny jumped from tree to tree, headed for a different destination. He stopped at a building surrounded by ninja foxes. Surprised at how many ninja foxes he saw, he retraced his steps back to his master’s hut. “I have brought bad news master” said the ninja bunny. “What have you brought me?” replied the wise old bunny. “The foxes hideout is filled with ninja foxes, what should I do?” the ninja bunny asked. “Take this smoke grenade, throw it to the center of the group, then hurry into the building and quickly kill the fox king before anyone decides to check on him” responded the wise old bunny. Again, the ninja bunny quickly dispersed, into the woods.
“This is too easy” the ninja bunny thought to himself from tree to tree. As said to do, the ninja bunny pulled out a smoke grenade, and threw it dead center in the group of ninja foxes. Quickly, the ninja bunny entered the warehouse through an open window. Without making a sound, the ninja bunny quickly advanced towards the room at the far end of the warehouse. The ninja bunny slowly opened the door. In the bed, the ninja bunny saw the fox king, sleeping in the bed. The ninja bunny slowly crept towards the fox king. As soon as he got to the fox king, the ninja bunny pulled out his samurai sword, and slashed the fox king’s head clean off. The ninja bunny quickly examined his work, then disappeared, just like a true ninja.

Short Story 1

The tall man in the long, leather jacket and a black hat walked towards the dark tinted car. He looked around him to see if the coast was clear. He stood and nodded towards the car, as if he wanted the car to come. Two men in black suits and dark shades stepped out of the car, with a briefcase. They too, looked around. Slowly but confidently they walked towards the man in the black jacket. “You got the money?” said the man in the leather jacket. “It depends, you got the stuff?” replied one of the men in the black suits. “Show me the money” exclaimed the man in the leather jacket. Slowly one of the men in the black suits opened the briefcase; in the briefcase, lay hundreds of hundred dollar bills. “Good, good…” sneered the man in the leather jacket. All of a sudden, he drew out a machine gun from his jacket and killed both of the men in the black suits. Quickly, the man ran away with the briefcase.
The man climbed inside the car, and quickly changed clothes so that he wouldn’t attract any attention. He drove to the local hotel, Days Inn, and walked inside, with the briefcase. He said “hello” to the manager and took the elevator to the third floor. He opened the door to room 130 and stepped in to find his partner in crime sitting in a chair waiting for him, so they could leave. “I kept the briefcase, just in case anyone tried to steal it, now let’s go, quickly” said the man that opened the door. “Okay, good thinking, I already packed everything” replied his partner.
Quickly the two men walked out of the hotel, returned the keys, and got into the car. Suddenly, the two men heard a ticking sound coming from the briefcase. Quickly one of the men opened the briefcase and saw a bomb with five seconds left. Quickly the man tried to throw it out of the car window, but… the men were too stupid to open the window, and the extremely tough glass made the briefcase bounce back at them, and it exploded. Both of the men blew up into millions of tiny human pieces, no one ever heard from them again.