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to theStorybook,
a collective of short stories, various articles, and random stuff written and
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Tammy's Breakthrough
short story » the three good boys.
Thomas, William, and Henry, the three good brothers were in their room playing with legos. They had just finished doing all their morning chores -- making their bed, eating their breakfast, and doing their dishes.
Now they were free for the rest of the day.
"Let us make an airplane out of all our legos." Thomas told his two good brothers, William and Henry.
"Yes, let us." William and Henry said in unison. "It will be red."
Julia was walking by and saw the three good brothers, Thomas, William, and Henry and said, "Hello Thomas, William and Henry! What are you guys making out of your legos? It looks so exciting!!"
"We are making a red airplane, Julie!" Thomas replied with a grin. Thomas always assumed an unnaturally cheerful attitude around Julie. He had always had a thing for her. His brothers knew about it of course, and snorted and giggled as Thomas tried every which way to impress Julie.
However, suddenly William realized that he had a thing for Julie too. He began to get very mad that Thomas was hitting on HIS Julie. "DA HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, PUNK?!" Will shouted grabbing Thomas by his neck.
Poor Thomas was taken aback by this statement. "WTF DO YOU MEAN, FOO?" he asked calmly.
"Like, guys, like stop fighting arright? Like, what's the big deal anyway? LOL. You know I have a thing for Hen. My mom told me to give him chocolate because he is exceedingly thin." Julie giggled.
Suddenly an earthquake hit and the three good brothers, Thomas, William, and Henry passed away. It is unknown what happened to Julie.
short story » the importance of grammar.
Tim the Tiny was watching his sister Jenny the Jumbo comb her hair. After a while, a very bored Tim the Tiny asked Jenny the Jumbo, "My dear Sister, will you please lend me your hairbrush?!"
Jenny the Jumbo was horrified at his ugly statement. "My dear Brother," she said very calmly, "of course you may borrow my hairbrush. However, after that, you MUST learn how to use proper grammar!"
Tim the Tiny was double horrified at Jenny the Jumbo's (double) ugly statement. "What!?" he retorted with an auora of a peculiar nonchalance that sent shivers down Jenny the Jumbo's spine, "I will did no such thing!"
Jenny the Jumbo stared at her little brother for a while, and decided that he was an ugly guy. "My dear Brother, why are you so ugly? Pray tell."
Tim the Tiny blushed and said, "It's in the genes, dear Sister. You are ugly as well!"
Jenny the Jumbo was horrified and told him so. "I am not ugly!"
Tim the Tiny nodded and said, "Yes, it is true. You are hideous."
Jenny the Jumbo's mediocre reply was so stupid, that Tim the Tiny developed a mild but severe case of stomach cancer and died that very day.
The End.
short story » the adventures of two dumb boys.
Macaulay had pinched Timothy twice in a row. It was a hardcore pinch, so hardcore, in fact, Timothy burst into tears two minutes afterwards and continued crying for three more minutes.
After his tears calmed down, he decided to call his father, Kerry, and complain about Macaulay's latest attack.
That's when Timothy realized he did not know his father Kerry's phone number. "What should I do, Mackie?" Timothy asked Macaulay. "I do notknow my father Kerry's phone number. I need to call him to complain about your latest attack."
"LOL, you're dumb! I don't just know my father's phone number, I know your father's phone number as well! Parentheses aych parentheses!" Macaulay said.
"But Mackie, we have the same dad," said Timothy.
Macaulay laughed. "True, you're so funny, hahahahahah."
"If I am as funny as you say, help me." Timothy said.
So Macaulay tried to help him. They both went to their father Kerry's study and picked up the phone.
"I will dial a nine, and you will dial a three." Macaulay ordered.
"Nooo, I want to dial the number six!" Timothy whined.
"Oh Timmy, you're always whining! I said you have to dial a three. Anyway after that I will dial a five and you will dial a four."
"Mackie, you're so mean. Why can't I dial whichever number I desire? Stop bossing me around." Timothy said.
"Oh fine, I'm sorry. You may dial whichever number you desire."
"Thank you, Mac."
"You're welcome, Tim."
