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thebeast
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Once upon a time in a place not far from here it rained every day. The End. From movie called Holes.
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K....
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Re: It's Story-Telling Time!
« Reply #1 on: Aug 15th, 2004, 5:15am » |
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Joel..... that was a "great" story...  .... Lol....I hope you'll share more... I know you have lots of stories to tell so why don't you share it right here? I'll wait....
Anyway,.... I was kind of having problems last night posting here so my posts did not appear....  I'll start this thread again...
Do you have a story to tell?.... Anything at all,...it could be yours or someone else.... Please share it right here.... Make us laugh, make us cry,... touch us,....enlighten us with your stories. Who knows, it can brighten someone's day, or warm someone's heart... Post away please....
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Re: The Most Beautiful Heart
« Reply #2 on: Aug 15th, 2004, 5:18am » |
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The people stared "How can he say his heart is more beautiful?" they thought.
The Most Beautiful Heart
One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley.
A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.
Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, "Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine." The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars, it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn't fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing.
The people stared "How can he say his heart is more beautiful?" they thought.
The young man looked at the old man's heart and saw its state and laughed. "You must be joking," he said. "Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears."
"Yes," said the old man, "Yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom have given my love - I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren't exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared."
"Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasn't returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges - giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?"
The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks.
He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands. The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man's heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges.
The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man's heart flowed into his.
They embraced and walked away side by side.
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thebeast
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« Reply #3 on: Aug 24th, 2004, 11:58pm » |
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Thats a good story kianna. Here is a story of mine u might enjoy.
It's Only Your Name(but its such a bad name)
When I was younger, about the age of 5 years of age, I had a friend named Elmer V. Smith Jr.. Elmer was like me, a country boy at heart. Elmer was a farmers son and his father, Elmer Sr., was old school country. Elmer Jr. has a heritage of farmimng in his family. This could be traced back to the early 1800s. Yes, you could say that farming was in Elmer's blood.
Anyway, like I said Elmer and I were friends and still are till this very day. Only his name isnt Elmer anymore and he is not living in Oklahoma and he is not a farmer.
I know things about Elmer that not a whole lot of people know about. For example....Elmer never liked his name. I can relate because if I had his name, I wouldnt like it either. Hell, Im guilty of calling him Elmer Fudd on numerous ocassions. Well maybe you say to yourself, well why dont he go by his middle name. Well that would be okay, but Elmer's middle name was Virgil. Hence, Elmer Virgil Smith Jr. was his full name. So you see. The name Virgil is probably worse than Elmer.
Elmers life was cursed in way by his name. Listen, children can be very cruel and a funny name can curse a kid faster than a bolt of lightning on a stormy Oklahoma day. Sometimes I just dont understand parents and the names they give their children. Anyway, Elmer was a nice kid, fairly good athelete and not a bad looking guy. But in high school, it seemed like girls avoided him. They would say he was cute and call him Elmtree. You see there it is the name. Well in my class Elmer had company. There was a kid named Jack Asspenson hence the Jack Ass was his nick name and there was Jenifer Slu tsky, I dont think I need to discuss the ramifications of her nick name. Anyway Elmer had lots of girls as friends but no girlfriends. I would try to help out and get him a date and sometimes they would go out but they always ended up as friends and he would never score.
Anyway Elmer and I graduated high school and went to college and went our seperate ways. I went to the Unversity of Oklahoma and he went to Oklahoma State University to what I thought would be a degree in Agriculture. O.S.U. is a big agriculture school so it makes sense. Every time the both of our schools would play football or basketball, I would see him at the games and talk a while with him. We couldnt really go out and party together at that time cuz we were on opposing teams. After 1 year of college and at a football game in Stillwater Oklahoma I saw Elmer at the game. I went down to talk with him for a while. He had a very attractive female with him. I was very surprised to see this and asked him if she had any friends. He then asked me not to call him Elmer anymore. I asked him y not, Elmer is your name and it has been what I have called you my whole life. He told me Elmer V. Smith does not exsist anymore. I laughed and asked well where the hell did Elmer V. Smith go? He said only Trent P. Smith is here now. I told him that was silly. He had a look of anger on his face and I could tell he was being serious. I finally agreed to call him by his new name.
After I graduated from Oklahoma University, I pursued a Doctorate Degree at guess where? Oklaoma State University. Like I said O.S.U is a good agriculture school and they have a very good veterinary program. My father was very upset with me at the time. He wanted me to be a cardiologist or radiologist or something dealing with human medicince. Well I started the fall semister and settled in. I was at the library one morning and I bumped into the dude formerly known as Elmer V. Smith Jr. We decided to get lunch together and drink a few beers. He told me how much his life had changed after changing his name. He said he had lots of girls who wanted to date him and wanted to score with him. He told me he was majoring in Engineering and was gonna graduate the next spring. He told lots of things that surprised me. I could tell his self confidence was so much improved. He had a swager in the way he spoke and even acted. He was a completely different person in lots of ways. He didnt want to be no farmer just like I didnt want to be no physicain for humans. We were both going against our fathers wishes. We discovered we were both rebels and decided to get drunk and screw the world if they didnt like what the hell we were doing. We were kings of our own domain, we had controll over our lives and there was no one gonna tell us what we could and couldnt do with our lives.
After that the dude formerly known as Elmer V. Smith and I would run into each other from time to time. But he graduated and got a job with Chrysler in Detroit, Michigan desingning cars. I heard he got married and has 2 kids now. He didnt come to the reunion this past summer. Everyone wanted to know what happened to him. I chose not to tell the story, I just told here. I think its better for all the people who didnt get to know him as Elmer really dont deserve to know him now.
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mylane
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Sophomore: Cheering Squad
« Reply #4 on: Aug 25th, 2004, 9:55am » |
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During highschool it was very unlikely to a girl not to have a boyfriend especially if all your peers got their own partners.
The story is all about teenagers, peer pressure and the cheering squad competition.
The main characters are:
Ronnie - the good looking and popular guy in the whole campus.
Fred - the manly good looking guy and a very strong man. A very quiet guy.
Christine - the gurl in senior high, childhood frend of Fred.
Theresa - the cheerer and classmate of Ronnie.
To be continue 
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teagirl
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Re: Cheering Squad
« Reply #5 on: Aug 25th, 2004, 3:14pm » |
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Can I be the pompom, My??
PS. I meant to comment that you are getting lovelier each day, My. I love the red dress---it matches with the color of the lipstick! 
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K....
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Story-telling
« Reply #6 on: Aug 26th, 2004, 8:07am » |
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Lol Teamay,.... Mymy, I can't wait to read what'll happen in your story.... Joel, thanks for sharing, but I just don't get it. What's wrong with the name Elmer Smith? 
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mylane
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bwahahahahaha, May
here it goes:
One of the traditions of the Santa Felicidad Highschool is to organize a sport fest every year and that includes a cheering competition from freshman to senior high.
The sophomores Galina, Verna, Alma and Teresa were forced to join the team since the PE teacher announced that the said competition will be compulsory, not having a high grades or failing the subject would one of possibilities if the student will not cooperate.
Teresa the most intelligent among the four was not really interested but since the grade concerned her a lot, she was forced to join. Galina was the only one eager to join the said competition because she really wants an exposure because of her boyfriend Raymund. Raymund was a senior high and quite popular during that time. And for Galina having a senior high BF is one of the big achievements in being a teenager and a student in Santa Felicidad.
to be continue
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thebeast
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« Reply #8 on: Aug 27th, 2004, 11:15pm » |
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Whats up with this to be continued crap? These are short stories not novels. Finish the story, I hate waiting for anything.
Kianna, Elmer Virgil Smith Jr. is a real person and a true story and he couldnt stand his name because everyone teased him about it. He would be called Elmer Fudd the hunter who always tired to kill bugs bunny. The girls would call him that also and they would call him Elmtree. He was called old macdonald elmer, pelsmer, elm. lol I dont think its all that bad of a name. I mean, there are a lot more names worse than that, but he didnt like it cuz he had it legally changed. Kianna, think about it. How would you liked to be teased every day about your name when u were a kid. Like I said, children can be very cruel to someone with a name that they think is funny. He is my friend, but we grew up together and I did tease him about it when we were kids. As I got older I stopped but I was probably the only one who did. Elmer and Virgil are old names or kind of a hick/backwoods/country names. Not to many kids that are born now days have those names anymore. Im from a small town in Oklahoma where everyone knew who everyone was. People liked him, but he was just real insecure about his name I guess. I think it was a combination of his name and the pressures his father put on him to become a farmer and to become just like his father. When he went off to college he finally got a chance to be someone he wanted to be. Trent never had any desire to do what his father did and for his whole life his father put these pressures on him to be just that.
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The Boy and the Starfish
« Reply #9 on: Aug 28th, 2004, 1:13am » |
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What difference is throwing a few back going to make anyway?"
One day an old man was walking along the beach in the early morning and noticed the tide had washed thousands of starfish up on the shore. Up ahead in the distance he spotted a boy who appeared to be gathering up the starfish and one by one tossing them back into the ocean.
He approached the boy and asked him why he spent so much energy doing what seemed to be a waste of time.
The boy replied, "If these starfish are left out here like this they will bake in the sun, and by this afternoon they will all be dead."
The old man gazed out as far as he could see and responded, "But, there must be hundreds of miles of beach and thousands of starfish. You can't possibly rescue all of them. What difference is throwing a few back going to make anyway?"
The boy then held up the starfish he had in his hand and replied, "It's sure going to make a lot of difference to this one!"
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