Failing Story №1
“Mom, what are those people doing?” Emily looked out the window where some folks were repadetly trying to hit each other with sticks, it was a mix of something magnificent and made her want to clap, but also made her want to stop them from hurting each other. Her mother looked out the window and the smile on her face vanished. She closed the shades instantanusly and said, “Those are pirates… and they are fencing, which means sword fighting. I do not want you to ever meddle with pirates or west your time staring at pirates, they are very bad people, and if you see one, turn away and run home. Okay?” “alright.” Fine, she would not meddle with pirates, but anybody has to admit, fencing looks interesting. When her father got home she ran to him and the first thing she said is, “I want to learn how to fence.” 7 year old Emily could not stop thinking of how elegantly those men had fought, she couls almost imagine herself as a swordswomen. Her father stopped. “Fencing? What about hair braidning? Does that not interest you?” He asked quizzickly. “No. I. Want. To. Fence.” She said slowly. “My little Warrior…” Her father said smiling, “I got you a gift!” “WHAT IS IT YAYAYAY!” she gasped! Inside the box was a small adorable meowing kitten. “THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU I LOVE HIM!!!!!” Her dad smiled. “well, do you still want to fence… you know that everybody will think you are weird right?”
Failing Storys No2
Dragons…. The pesky things are everywhere. I hate them, I really do. They are ‘part of tradition’, and ‘adorable protectors of the city.’ Though I think that they are lazy extra-large reptiles that do not do anything besides sleep, pollute the environment, and blow things up. One of these ‘things’ got into our attic and now my parents feed it and adore it. They created a nest for the annoying thing. What about me? I am expected to love it and clean up its poop… more specifically I am supposed to love its poop. The other day I looked at the dragon poop and said “ew!” as a result I got grounded for ‘disrespecting something that came out of such a beautiful creature’, a secret “Olivia, you must not tell anyone you despise dragons, that will make our family the laughingstock of the neighborhood” from dad, and poop duty. Sparkles. Barf. I have never seen anything so utterly repulsive. My younger sister, Celia (code name: Iless_Uncorn563) dressed up the dragon… she also name the dragon Tim but at least that is a regular — ish name. The dragon looks like something out of Sofia the first.” It has blond wig, with a Jojo Siwa bow, a frilly pink dress and tap shoes, oh and sparkles covering the thing from head to toe. When I saw it I was actually happy, for once in her 10 year old life my sister was going to get in trouble! I could squeal with joy! Imagine my parent’s responses: “CELIA! What have you done to such a beautiful creature! You have destroyed its inner beauty” bla bla bla. And the best part: “Look at you lovely older sister, sure my little olive might not like dragons but at least she does not cover them in unicorn barf!” My parents walk into the attic, aka the dragons layer, take one look at the dragon, then look at Celia, then smile!?!
Faling story no3.
My Story
“Once upon a time, there-” “No, no, no. you are writing about the Grand Canyon, not a Disney story.” “Ugh fine.” I sighed. I was writing a narrative about a fictional adventure I had in the Grand Canyon, with help from my friend/editor Adelina. “Come on, why did you stop?” She asked. “A story needs to have a beginning.” “Okay.” I replied. Adelina was sometimes to critical. When the prompt was to write a short story, she wrote a novel. “I’m starting.” I said and began to type:
Julia was going to the Grand Canyon. Right now, she was seated in an airplane, and was looking through the plane’s window. As she looked she thought that the Grand Canyon was beautiful. The orange canyon looked like the color the sun turned when it was setting. When she got off the plane, she looked around. There was trash littered all around the canyon. It was as if the canyon was a dumpster. She was at the north rim. The north rim is 8,200 feet above sea level. Here it was colder than the airport. The north rim was the coldest part of the canyon. “Maybe the north rim is more popular than the south.” Thought Julia.” “That’s why there is more trash.” Julia decided to see if the south rim was as littered as the north.
It took Julia 2 days to hike the 21-mile path from north rim to south. When she arrived she took a good look around. The south rim was even more littered than the north! She asked a park ranger why the Grand Canyon was so littered, “To me it seems that the people don’t care one single bit about the national parks. Why are alligators and crocodiles endangered? Why are there ‘no hunting’ posters up in the all the national parks! Why can the Kaibab squirrel only be found in the north rim?” He said angrily. “People litter the place an’ they ain’t care at all about the animals. They ain’t care that we’re destroying the animal’s habitat! Wha’ we just stomp over and destroy eir’ apartment?”
Lots of people were looking over at the park ranger and Julia. Julia walked away quietly and thought about what the park ranger had said. She stared at the information sheet in her hands “The canyon
extends 227 miles.” 227 miles of trash. She translated. “1 mile deep.” 1 mile deep in trash. Established in
1919. Trashy since 1919.
The next morning, Julia visited the Sonoran Desert there was little to no trash here. In fact, it was beautiful the cactuses were so tall they were almost touching the sky. Some cacti grow as tall as a 4- story building. It seemed liked someone painted the pretty wildflowers. As she was enjoying the scenery an idea binged in her head. She thought about how sister said that her teacher Ms. Thompson had the class play ‘lucky litter’ when the classroom got too dirty. She thought, “What if people did that in the Grand Canyon, but instead of putting plastic spiders as prizes, the prize would be money. She got in a taxi as quick as she could. She talked to the park ranger about her idea. He said it was wonderful. She quickly made a flyer to post up in the Grand Canyon:
“It worked wonderfully we got over 3000 signatures. It just might be the best idea I ever had.” Julia told a news reporter. “Where is the money going to come from?” the reporter asked. “Funds. Turns out that the national park committee has a ton of money they don’t need.” Julia replied happily.
When Julia got home, she was famous. Everyone wanted to know how she had cleaned the Grand Canyon with a simple game. Someone When Julia got home, she was famous. Everyone wanted to know how she had cleaned the Grand Canyon with a simple game. Someone asked if her next project is the 1,450-mile Colorado river. “I’m not answering any more questions until tomorrow.” Julia replied, and I must deliver $1000 to my big sister, for inspiring me.
The end
“Great job, that is a really nice story.” Said Adelina. “Thanks, I reply.” “Let me see it… WHAT you used me in the story without asking. I could sue you.” Snapped Julia.
The real end
(only story i bothered to finish)
the story im working on rite now is about Corona.. i think its better then the rest becuase u can relate 2 it.. DO NOT JUDGE MY SPELLING… also… if u like 1 of the ideas or even hate them click button.. the peeps who created r 12 yr. old
Created by: S Bajpaip S Donthik