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Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2015 21:29:46 GMT
First 4 paragraphs of my short story!
This is a story about a kid named Eugene. Now Eugene was a strange kid, he never seemed to fit in anywhere he went. Except the aquarium, and little Eugene was just fascinated by one particular species, the dolphin. Some people would even say he was obsessed. Every day Eugene would swim in his kitty pool, he would eat his favorite food tuna, and once in a while you would hear him click almost as if he was attempting a dolphin noise.
Eugene was so obsessed with dolphins that he actually started to believe he was a dolphin. Nobody really knew what led him to believe this, but he wouldn’t let the idea go. Some people thought he was insane, and some people thought he was just a clueless kid. He knew in his heart that he was a dolphin and nothing anybody said would erase this idea off of his mind. He was a dolphin, but I’ll let you decide for yourself.
It started when I was six, I am a dolphin. My name is Eugene, and I’m going to tell you my story from 2015-2035. It started when I was six I wasn’t the smartest kid, I wasn’t the fastest kid, I wasn’t the strongest kid, but I sure could swim. Well one day my family and I went to the aquarium and it changed me. I saw the dolphins.
I was always fascinated by dolphins. They seemed so majestic. One day my family and I went to the aquarium, and my eyes were so big just like when a cow looks onto an oncoming train. I knew what I wanted to be when I grew up, a porpoise. When we got home I told my mother (Harriet Eporoips) “I want to be a dolphin when I grow up”. All she said to me was “Little Eugene, you can do whatever you want.” I was so joyful I went to tell my father and he told me “Son you’re gonna be in the deli business just like me, my father, and my father’s father.” I never gave up and I never will.
This Was Story Time With Cake
Please tell me your story along with a rating of mine!
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Post by Waste on Oct 7, 2015 21:45:51 GMT
Because of his dumbfounding ability to swim, he later signed up for the olympics. He was a new man. He decided to leave his past behind. Nobody could know that he was Eugene. "And what is your name, sir?" The interviewer said. "Ummm, Michael. Michael Phelps." And so began the story of a gold winning Olympian.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2015 21:56:10 GMT
xD Waste what is your rating?
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Post by Waste on Oct 7, 2015 21:56:44 GMT
4/20
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Post by AlexonTuktuk on Oct 7, 2015 22:16:16 GMT
So 1/5 stars?
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Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2015 22:19:30 GMT
Nah I thinks hes meaning Blaze it as in 420 March 20th yeah memes....
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Post by Waste on Oct 7, 2015 22:20:41 GMT
Exactly.
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Post by Jam In The Jukebox on Oct 7, 2015 22:37:22 GMT
I made a story in creative writing,but it will be published later this month.Cool story by the way!
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Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2015 23:40:38 GMT
Thanks Ive gotten 10 paragraphs but Im just not going to show them yet
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Post by scout3108 on Oct 8, 2015 0:59:43 GMT
Cake you sneaky cat, Eporoips is an anagram for porpoise. Mwhahahaha I figured it out.
it was pretty obvious BTW.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2015 12:05:56 GMT
I know it was obvious xD I was hoping somebody would find that  |
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Post by scout3108 on Oct 8, 2015 23:43:30 GMT
yeah
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Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2015 9:57:36 GMT
Final Edited Version
This is the story of a teenager named Eugene. The story of a teen, about 5.2 feet tall, brown hair, and brown eyes. Now, Eugene is an outlandish kid, he never seemed to fit in anywhere he went. Except the aquarium, and little Eugene was just fascinated by one particular species, the dolphin. Some people would even say he was obsessed. Every day Eugene would swim in his vibrant pink kitty pool, eat his favorite snack tuna, fresh from the Nuta can, and make clicks almost as if he was imitating a dolphin noise.
Eugene was so indulged by dolphins that he actually started to ponder that he was a dolphin. Not a soul really knows what led him to believe this, but Eugene just wouldn't give up his imagination. Some people theorized he was maniacal, and several people considered Eugene is just a clueless kid. He knew in his heart that he was a porpoise, and nothing anybody said would eradicate this idea off of his attention. He is a dolphin, but I'll let you adjudicate for yourself.
It instituted when I was six, I'm a dolphin. My name is Eugene, and I'm going to tell you my story from 2015-2035. It started when I was six, I wasn't the most knowledgeable kid, I wasn't the agilest individual, I wasn't the mightiest kid, but I sure could swim. One day I went to the aquarium, and it all reciprocated. I got a glimpse of the dolphins.
I was always so mesmerized by dolphins. They seemed so majestic. One day my ken and I went to the aquarium, and my eyes were so colossal. Just like when a cow stares onto an onrushing train. I knew what I requested to be when I grew up, a porpoise. When we got home, I told mother who had cobalt eyes, charcoal hair and was altitudinous (Harriet Eporoips) "I want to be a dolphin when I grow up." All she aforesaid to me was "Little Eugene, you can do whatever you want." I was so joyful! I went to tell my father (Tony Phindol), and he behested me "Son you're gonna be in the deli business just like me, my father, and my father's father." I never capitulated and I never will.
The night thereafter, I addressed my parents my chimera. My father was working the deli business at Frank's Deli. Well, the night was an average nightfall, I was assisting my father. I still can remember the old jukebox that played the oldest music, and nobody knows why Frank still kept it there. Anyways some eerie guy walked into the deli. He was wearing a dark ebony colored trench coat, and for whatever reason he kept checking his shoulder almost as if he was infamous. He seemed like he knew something that nobody else did, he looked like the type of person that would be working at NASA. He asked my father "May I see the dolphin?" I knew what he was talking about my heart stopped, he wanted me. The world as I had known it collapsed. My father just thought he was a crazy man, and he told him "Get out." My father is a sizable guy, he wasn't a towering fellow, but he knew how to handle himself and was very strong. Father thought he was daft, and he thought the same for me.
Three years later, and my father still had thought I was a maniac, but he was uneducated on what to do. On the other hand, my mother had that "Kids will be kids" attitude about me. I had known that they were thinking about taking me to therapy, but my mom wouldn't acquiesce to it. I was overjoyed, and I was beholden. Life as a dolphin was going exceptional, school wasn't nonpareil, but that didn't matter. I knew I was ingenious, all dolphins are, and I didn't need it in print. Wintertime was anticipated, and I had no interpretation about what predestine had in store for the future.
It's 2020, and I'm eleven. One nice and warm summer solstice day my father took me to a man. He calls himself Dr. Gordon. Dr. Gordon needed me to comprehend that I wasn't a dolphin, and this intention was preposterous. So I refused. I wasn't going to give up my dream, my reality, just because some singleton that I don't know wants me to. This endured for about three years every single week, and I despised every single second of it. So I ran, I know I was 14, and I knew this wasn't appropriate for someone my age. Who knows, it could just be Dr. Gordon's lies. Well anyways, I ran, I just ran, and now I presume it was my most superlative accommodation. I didn't introspect, but I espied him yet another time. The man, and he looked at me and said "Come here", and so I adhered to him.
He led me to a laboratory of sorts, there were gadgets and contraptions everywhere, they were very delicate within the center of the room there was an operating table and a large object, but I couldn't see what was under the sheet. I had no idea what any of the stuff did or was, but I knew from that point on that this place was my new home. The man understood me, and he knew I wasn't crazy. He knew I was a dolphin. I asked him "Whats your name?" He responded with "Its Morty, by the way, are you hungry." I said, "Yes sir, I would love to eat something", and he threw me a can of tuna. I wonder how he knew that I loved tuna, but then he said, "Eat it quickly, we have to train." Finally, I have a proper family.
Three years later, I was 17, and the manhunt for me had lost all hope, but I was happy. Morty said, "We are ready, I can turn you into a dolphin, but you have to realize that this is very dangerous, and it can't be undone." I simply said "Ok." The tech was ready, and I was hooked up. The tech was right next to the big object, Morty tears the sheet off, and it's a tank. The tank was used to keep me alive while I'm a dolphin. I was ready, and Morty pulled the giant lever. Lightning struck, and it worked! He had made an incredible invention and I was the lab rat.
I was now a dolphin. I couldn't communicate with humans, but Morty knew what to do. He sent me to the beach, with the beautiful boardwalk, and the magnificent sea. I was finally free, I was finally myself, and I am finally a dolphin. Morty later went on, and told my mother "He wanted to be a dolphin", and she knew exactly what he meant. I am now living my dream.
-Cake
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Post by morty on Oct 19, 2015 19:04:21 GMT
This story is about morty XD
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Post by AlexonTuktuk on Oct 19, 2015 20:28:42 GMT
Too bad its not about you, Forty
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