Here's a lite story for you guys...

once upon a time, there was a teenager from Maine. he feels very lonely in his world. everyone around him is so wasteful, careless, just plain mindless/selfish. everywhere he went, people doubt him for who he is. one day he got his liscence. he went and bought a 96 jeep Cherokee. he threw on a nice rough country lift and some 33's. He stood Alone in the school parking lot, towering above all the white Nissan altimas, the s10's, the jettas, and the subarus. even the school cop thought he was weird. one day he said, hey son, you know this isn't the redneck school. The boy said, sir, I am not a redneck, I am a proud xj owner! He came outside that day with a ticket on his windshield for an illegal vehicle. he sent it in to fight the ticket. 2 days later, he gets pulled over by a state trooper. hey son, here's a ticket for an illegal vehicle. the boy now is just wishing the cops would learn there rule book because it is 3/4" legal height wise and exactly legal tire wise. after winning the fight with many cops, now it's on to his boss. He works at the local hospitol delivering meals. his boss says, son you have to park on the street. he says y? His boss says, because your vehicle shows bad profesionalism. he says, well that's your opinion. In my opinion I'd rather have this than a BMW or a lexus or any other convertible that is driven by doctors. eventually the boss agrees that he can park in the back parking lot. now it's on too the prom comitee. He believes, what's beter than showing up to prom in a lifted xj that has mud everywhere except where my windshield whipers go. the prom comitee made him park across the street from the hotel. It was a disgrace the class president said. the whole story isn't bad though. one day, the boy is driving to his dads shop in a blizzard. there's 5-8" if snow on the road and visibility is next to none. Within a 15 mile drive, he comes across 3 accidents. Then after dealing with those he comes across the class president in her beautiful 2007 Nissan altima. She had slid down into the snowbank and was mired. he stopped to help. She was ok but had no cell phone coverage. He then offered to pull her out. She doubted that he could pull her out with the little amount of traction on the road. he then to her surprise, hooked up the snap strap, and yanked her outa there first try. she was very impressed. she told him that next year he could have front row parking at the prom. and that's just the first chapter..... The end

 

lol I don't know why I wrote it but I was just bored I guess. My fingers ate tired. Lol I wrote the whole thing on
My iPod touch lol.

 

Lol I read the whole thing... Now I wait for more

My iPhone's swervin like it's Jorge Jones.

 

I'll write chap. 2 tomorow

 

You better dammit! Lol

My iPhone's swervin like it's Jorge Jones.

 

Fiction? Or Non-Fiction?

 

Hi K2-Dark

Thanks for writing the short story I just had the pleasure of reading. That was an important first step, and perhaps you will want to continue. Should you do so, may I suggest that you reveal more about the Cherokee's owner, which I believe to be yourself. Jeeps don't think or feel, but certainly you do, and that's what matters.

Keep up the good writing for sure, but more importantly, keep being the good person that you are.

Regards,

Webb

 

Hi again K2-Dark

I just went back in order to re-read your short story and noticed your very pretty black K-9 in the back compartment. I can see that he/she is a pup, but wasn't sure which breed he might be.

I, at first, thought perhaps a Black Lab, but on second thought, I think his hair coat is too long to be a Labrador breed.

When you have time, could I ask that you say something about your companion animal. Which breed and what is his/her name ? How long have you had him/her ?

Thanks,

Webb

 

well, that is franklin. He is 5 months old in the picture. He is a full bread newfoundland. newfoundlands are real dogs. They are the strongest and best swimming dogs on the planet. They were originally bread in where else but newfoundland to rescue fisherman in icy waters and also actually pull boats into shore kinda like a tugboat would. They are all very smart and have uniquie personalities. He is a big baby right now(105 lbs at 5 months lol) my old newf, charlie was 210 pounds and was a trained therepy dog. a lot of people are scared of franklin but really his main goal is to please us which makes him more of like a family member. I could go on forever about all of his unique personality traits and well as unique traits that all newfoundlands share. he is 8 months now and is 165 pounds. he doesnt seem big to me, he still likes to lay on my lap :P also i like big dogs cuzz i can play rough with em and i will not hurt them. if you want more info Private message me

 

forward: to clear up the air, my story titled "once apon a time", is mostly non-fiction. I say mostly because it would be borein if i just told u my life story. i had to throw some "kick" into it. With that said, here is chapter 2...(crowd applauds and lights dim)

 

One lonely day after enother is floating by. Many trip to work and back. many meals are eaten. many hours have been ah-sleepen. It is time for a change to this monotonous life says the boy! He calls up his friend ben who lives a couple miles down the road."Hey ben, what kinda trouble can we get in today." ben reply's, "idk budd but it will prolly either involve your jeep or my dads mustang GT i can tell you that." So He heads over to bens house. Ben is an only child and his parents are boarder line rich. 300,000$ a year salary is nothing to complain about. they are nice people and not snobs though. When he gets to Bens house, They go upstairs on the garage to the "mancave". In the Mancave, Ben has a 60" flatscreen hoocked up to satelite tv, xbox live, playstation 3, wii, kinect, and some online search and destroy game. they didnt want any of that. Instead they pull out the tackle boxes. they go rout fishing on the river that his house sits next to all the time. This is no ordinary trout fishing afternoon might I add. The river comes from across the street and from behind picket mountain. They decide that even though its 8 miles over a mountain to the river, if they can get there, they can fish untouched waters where monster trout, salmon, and oddly enough, even bass can be found.( bass in a cold rocky river that has rapids? what?yea you heard me!) so They had to find a way to get up there. Then Ben suddenly realizes, "hey! the guy down the street just partially logged his 193 acres he owns on the side of picket! so they go up to the guy. the boy asks, would u allow us to drive down your skidder trails up the mountain so we can get closer to the river. the guy says, what do u wana do that for? Ben says because its an 8 mile walk from here or a 2 mile walk from the top of the mountain. the guy says, well, if you can make it up there and back, id be impressed so what the hell go for it!" so they jump in the jeep, the boy throws her in 4lo, and they start picken there way up picket mountain. a whole hour later, they reach the round peak of the mountain and the end of the last skidder trail..... to be continued

 

in this section, you will discover the true identity of the boy.(more or less because the author doesnt wana write him, he, the boy. ect anymore lol)


....They found a nice slab of granite ledge jutting out with rounded edges for Justin to park the jeep on. ben caried his rod and tackle. Justin had on a small backpack with a rod, tackle, first aid kit, and long range walkie talkie( cell phone dont work in the valley :\ ) they begin there trek downhill. at this point in time, its 10 am already. its getting hotter. almost 70 degrees! on there way down, they followed a small mountain creek that was spilling from small granite ledges. it had the freshest looking water ive seen since i watched a movie about grizzlies in northern alaska. we spotted a lot of nice wildlife. first a large owl glidding low looking for rodents. second, a pair or upset robins, squawking about our presence being to close to their nest. third, a small doe, bouding away out of a small thicket. it was so lush in the forest for it being mid july. after 1.2miles on justins pedometer, the land started to flaten out. about the time we could hear rapids, we came into an area where a few small creek joined into one and was damned up by beavers. this created a hazardous situation. how you might ask? well, flooded fertile soils means alot of plant growth. even more likely, maine wetland growth. This growth includes many types of reeds and grass. this area harbours mosquitoes, as well as ticks. thats not the worst threat. one type of grass, that we call razor grass snags up on our legs as we walk into it. as it slides against the grain of our skin, it makes hundreds of small paper cut like slashes. this is the down point of the day. eventually we get to the river. so one adventure is over. now enougher chapter of the story begins.....later on of course... i gotta **** and take my dog to get ice cream lol

 

i need feedback. should i keep going with this. is it too boreing. lol did you guys even read it. let me know your input. i dont know why but my boredom that made me write chapter one has now made me want to write a novel. i dont want a boreing one tho so let me no!

 

Keep going lol

My iPhone's swervin like it's Jorge Jones.

 

Hah ok!