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Title: Re: Post by thebeast on Aug 14th, 2004, 7:14pm 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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Title: Re: It's Story-Telling Time! Post by kianna_andrea on Aug 15th, 2004, 5:15am 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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Title: Re: The Most Beautiful Heart Post by kianna_andrea on Aug 15th, 2004, 5:18am 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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Title: Re: Post by thebeast on Aug 24th, 2004, 11:58pm 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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Title: Sophomore: Cheering Squad Post by mylane on Aug 25th, 2004, 9:55am 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 ;D |
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Title: Re: Cheering Squad Post by teagirl on Aug 25th, 2004, 3:14pm Can I be the pompom, My?? ;D ;D ;D 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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Title: Story-telling Post by kianna_andrea on Aug 26th, 2004, 8:07am ;D 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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Title: Re: Post by mylane on Aug 26th, 2004, 8:59am bwahahahahaha, May ;D 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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Title: Re: Post by thebeast on Aug 27th, 2004, 11:15pm Whats up with this to be continued crap? These are short stories not novels. Finish the story, I hate waiting for anything. ;D 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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Title: The Boy and the Starfish Post by kianna_andrea on Aug 28th, 2004, 1:13am What difference is throwing a few back going to make anyway?" http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/kianna_andrea/Fromia-monilis3.jpg 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!" http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/kianna_andrea/Neoferdina-sp3.jpg |
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Title: Re: Post by kianna_andrea on Aug 28th, 2004, 9:09am http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/kianna_andrea/avatar049.jpg Say A Kind Word to Someone Else At Least Once A Day by Lindi Few kids today are taught the value of empathy. It seems so hard for people to have compassion toward others and to actually understand what they are going through. I was raised in a very loving family. As a child I was taught to put others before myself. We were always told to go out of our way to make someone else happy. My mom would tell me to say at least one kind word to someone every day. I will admit that it wasn’t always very easy to do. But as soon as you see the look of gratitude in that person’s eyes you just want to do as much as you possibly can. I had an experience with a guy that I knew where people were always making fun of him. He was the guy that everyone liked to pick on. Because he was home taught, the only people he knew were the ones that he went to church with. Even there I would see people being mean to him. Every time I saw that happening I knew in my heart that it was wrong. From that moment on I decided I would make an effort to be his friend. I started taking him places with me and introduc-ing him to people. I could tell by just doing that I was making him so happy. And I loved the fact that I was really making a dierence in his life. For a while people were giving me a bad time for hanging around him. But it didn’t matter to me, because I knew that what I was doing was right. After a while I realized that he wasn’t the kind of person everybody thought he was. And I was lucky to have him as a friend. And to this day we are still really good friends. People have almost completely stopped making fun of him. But the weird thing is that he never changed. What had changed was the hearts of others around him. From this experience I’ve learned to be more loving and to show a little more empathy toward other people. What I did for my friend was so easy to do. And at the same time I had a lot of fun. I could only hope that others would start following my example. Before you start judging someone try to find out who he or she really is. You might be surprised. I want to make it a goal for everyone to say a kind word to someone else at least once a day. I can promise you that it will be the best feeling you ever get, knowing that one word could make someone’s day a little brighter. Lindi plans to attend college and study physical therapy. She explains, “Writing a laws of life essay has showed me that people still notice when someone is being kind toward others. I hope that when people read my essay they will want to follow my example.” |
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Title: Re: Post by mylane on Aug 28th, 2004, 9:52am on 08/27/04 at 23:15:33, thebeast wrote:
And they live happily ever after...the end. Sorry guys, the story is really long....I'm not a good story teller. ;D |
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Title: Carrots, Eggs, & Coffee Beans Post by kianna_andrea on Sep 8th, 2004, 8:36am A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved a new one arose. Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water. In the first, she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs and the last, ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil without saying a word. In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl. Turning to her daughter, she asked, "Tell me what do you see?" "Carrots, eggs, and coffee," she replied. She brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. The daughter did and noted that they were soft. She then asked her to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg. Finally, she asked her to sip the coffee. The daughter smiled, as she tasted its rich aroma. The daughter then asked. "What's the point, mother?" Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity - boiling water - but each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard and unrelenting. However after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior. But, after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened. The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water they had changed the water. "Which are you?" she asked her daughter. "When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean?" Think of this: Which am I? Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity, do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength? Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and a hardened heart? Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you. When the hours are the darkest and trials are their greatest, do you elevate to another level? How do you handle Adversity? ARE YOU A CARROT, AN EGG, OR A COFFEE BEAN? |
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Title: Re: Post by thebeast on Sep 11th, 2004, 12:38am The Curse Growing up in Oklahoma there are 2 important things every boy who wants to become a man has to do. 1) play football 2) hunt and fish I will focus on playing football cuz it is something to do and it kept me out of trouble when I did play. Anyway this football story has a curse involved in it. In high school football I had a coach. His name was Coach Butch Brown. Butch had some real good teams in the late 70s and early 80s, but during my 3 years at high school we sucked. We wanted to win real bad but we always lost by a few points it seemed like. It started my sophmore year. The sophmores are called the meat of the team. They are called meat cuz we were there for one reason and that reason was to be run over by the juniors and seniors. It seemed like our team had a curse on it. We could never pull a victory out. I came to the conclusion that it was Coach Butch Brown who put the curse on the players. Coach Brown was a good coach, but he had this way of causing bad luck on his football players. There was a phrase he would say to a player who had any talent to play. Coach Brown would say "Son, I'm gonna make u a football player." After telling this to a player he would usually play like crap. But he would never stop saying it "Son, I'm gonna make u a football player. I was one of the lucky ones. He never said this to me when I was a sophmore and a junior. Mostly because I avoided him though cuz I had a little talent. I just didnt want to be cursed. Everyone would just cringe when the words came out of his mouth. "Son I'm gonna make u a football player." When he said this to u it meant he was gonna give u special attention. This special attention means u get to run more than anyone else, u get yelled at more than anyone else, if u screw up during a game it meant u were gonna get yanked out of the game. So u can see just what a delima our team was in and the reasons nobody wanted the curse on them. Well after the losing season of my junior year in high school, the school board fired Coach Brown. He didnt have a winning season in 4 years. Its kind of sad when winning is put above having fun. Having fun was the only reason I played football. But in Oklahoma winning is the most important thing when it comes to football. It real sad because with all the pressure of winning it made it not as fun. We all knew that if we didnt have a winning season soon, Coach Brown would be gone. We all tried so hard to win to save his job, but I guess it wasnt meant to be. Anyway my senior year was fun and we won half our games. I look back at that time and I laugh at the curse Coach Brown gave to those special players. "Son I'm gonna make u a football player." |
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Title: Story-Telling Time... Post by kianna_andrea on Sep 11th, 2004, 7:47am Thank you for sharing your story again Joel. :-/ I wish I can write another story soon,... Maybe I'm having, as Matt called it, a writer's block... ;D |
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Title: Re: Post by thebeast on Sep 16th, 2004, 10:46pm A long time ago, in a kingdom far far away, there was a king. The people loved their king very much and the king loved the people very much. Then one day, an evil witch named mylene flew into this happy kingdom and poisoned the water well, where all the people got thier water to drink. All the people went insane after drinking the water. The people of this once happy kingdom all got together and shouted lets kill the king he is insane. Upon hearing this, the king went down to the well and drank some water. After doing this, the people realized the king was no longer insane. So they lived happily ever after. ;D |
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Title: Re: Post by mylane on Sep 16th, 2004, 11:37pm whats the name of the king? beast? |
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Title: THE PATHETICALLY INSANE KING Post by kianna_andrea on Sep 17th, 2004, 12:53pm Once upon a time, in a kingdom far far from here, there lived a King. A pathetically insane king. No wonder his kingdom is full of wrath, bitterness, sickness and endless pain and suffering. The people tried to leave his kingdom but everytime they do, the King would order his men to kill them, so they have no choice but to stay and suffer. This King by the way, is the jerk of all jerks, the imbecile of all the imbeciles and the chauvinist of all the chauvinists there is. All the women in his kingdom that he finds fit to his liking would have to pass on his hand first. He would take hold of all these women one by one and woo them. Oh the King by the way can be really sweet and charming when it comes to dealing with women. He would act like the sweetest man on earth ever lived when he wants to. He would tell them stuffs any woman would wish to hear from a man. Flattering words, compliments, sweet nothings, even poems. And of course, the women felt rather special and loved and cared for. Oh those poor women. Not realizing that in their quest for love, they will be blind to see the King, for what he really is. Nothing but a player. A chauvinist who changes his affection from one woman to another. He was never satisfied, this King. He won't stop until he gets hold of what he wants. He was used to playing with other people's feelings. He changes his affections just like a bolt of lightning. But the funny thing is, this King is not even the gorgeous type of King. He was rather just plainlooking. I guess it's his irritatingly venomous sweet talks that fooled the women. Anyway, one day, a fairy happened to pass by his kingdom and observed the ways of the King. She was really sad from what she saw. She wondered how such man can be so downright insensitive and cruel to let all those women fall for him and then leave them hurt and crying and lied to. One particular woman even blamed herself for ever falling in-love with the King thinking that it was entirely her fault that's why no one should be put to blame but herself. The fairy, shaking her head decided that she should give the King a lesson he will remember for the rest of his life. She transformed the King into a woman for a year. And through this, the King experienced how it's like to be a woman. The fairy, wisely let the King experience how's it like to be lied to and played with. She let the King fall madly in-love with someone. She let the King experience the pain of loving someone but not loved back in return, the pain of being betrayed ,the pain of being cheated, the pain of being taken for granted, the pain of being taking advantage of. The King had felt all the pain loving somene could bring, until the King could not bear the pain anymore he begged for mercy. He asked the fairy to forgive him and let him be a man again. The pain was too much for him to bear, he could feel his heart, bleeding,.... "If I only knew that it would hurt this way, I would've thought twice before hurting all those women I've hurt in the past. If only I knew how it would feel, I should've been more careful. Now I realized that feelings are not supposed to be played upon." The fairy, being a gentle soul decided that it was enough. She was pleased to know that the King finally realizes his mistake, so she transformed the King back as a man. From that moment on, the King had changed his ways. He asked for forgiveness for those he had hurt. He saw the errors of his ways and he willingly correct them. The people were very happy. And they lived happily ever after. The end. Lol,... how strange it is that stories are supposed to have a happy ending all the time. I should've ended this story sadly. Believe me, I wanted the King to die,...to suffer ruthlessly. I wanted to stab him,... pull his hair one by one. Play dentist and pull off all his teeth using my bare hands. I wanted to give him a boilingly hot bath until his skin peels off. ::) I want him gone, and leave and never to be seen again. But I know people make mistakes. And I do believe in second chances. And I believe that no matter what a person has done to you,... deep in our hearts, we'll find the courage to forgive. Sometimes circumstances beyond our control leads to hurt feelings, sad stories, unhappy endings. But life's like that. |
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Title: Re: Post by teagirl on Sep 17th, 2004, 1:05pm Well, I for one saw the king for who he is right at the start. LOL. I can pull his teeth one by one, stab him and whatever you want me to do to this king, Kianna. I'm wickedly hurtful and downright sadistic. LMAO. |
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Title: Re: Post by thebeast on Sep 17th, 2004, 4:26pm on 09/16/04 at 23:37:58, mylane wrote:
well mylene, its not me. its not important who the king is whats important is the irony and the meaning of the story. Everyone was happy at first but then everyone but the king became crazy. So then the king became crazy as well. So if everyone is insane that makes anyone who isnt insane insane. That was the point of the story. Not meant to tick anyone off. I was just using the name mylene for the witch to be funny. I didnt know I would be accused here? ??? |
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Title: Re: Post by thebeast on Sep 17th, 2004, 4:43pm The Man Who Never Cried There once was a man, who just couldn't cry. He hadn't cried for years and for years. During the war, he saw napalmed babies and lots of death and sad things. He just could not produce tears. As a child he had cried as all children do. Then at some point, his tear ducts ran dry. He grew to be a man. Then the shit hit the fan. Things got bad, but he just couldn't cry. His dog was run over and his wife up and left him. Soon after that he got fired from his job. Lost his arm in the war and he was laughed at by a w hore. Still not a sniffle or sob. He became a writer. He wrote a novel and it was rejected. Then he became a screenwriter and his movie was banned. He then tried his luck in New York on a Broadway musical but his production was a flop. While he was in New York City he ran a red light and was pulled over by the police. He got sent off to jail; you guessed it, no bail. And the judge sentenced him to 5 years in the state prison. But still not a dribble or drop. In prison he was beaten, bullied and raped. They forced him to make license plates. Water and bread was all he was fed. But not once did a tear stain his face. The prison warden brought doctors and scientists in to study this man who never cried. They all agreed sure enough; this was sure no cream puff. They called him an insensitive beast. Nobody never took the time to understand him and the problems he was having. He was then removed from the state prison, and was placed in a place for the insensitive and the insane. While he was there, he played lots of chess and made lots of friends. Then finally, he wept every time it would rain. Once it rained forty days and it rained forty nights. And he cried and he cried and he cried and he cried. Then on the forty-first day, he passed away. He just dehydrated and died. Well, he went up to heaven, and spoke with God. God told him "MY son, you have had a hard life and nobody took the time to understand you." God also told him that he understood him and everything would be okay. God then told him to go find his dog. He also rejoined his arm. Down below on the earth, all the critics took it all back. Cancer robbed the w hore of her charm. His ex-wife died of from the trauma of being run over by a car. His ex-employer went broke. The doctors and scientists were finally found out and they were killed by lightning strikes. Right down to the ground, that old jail house burned down. And the earth suffered a long drought. ;D |
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Title: Re: Post by Katipunerang Kuba on Sep 17th, 2004, 9:45pm kianna, what's the name of the pathetic insane king? ;D Your too kind to end that story that way, kianna. I was thinking to turn the king into female rabbit after being a woman. ;D beast? accused? who is accusing you? I can't blame you for liking the name mylene. |
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Title: Re: Post by Hernando on Sep 18th, 2004, 4:54am on 09/17/04 at 21:45:05, Katipunerang Kuba wrote:
damn the pathetic king story scares me...i don't want to be a woman...can't imagine having PMS. :-/ mylene! told you....you can't blame me for liking your name so much... even other guys like it ;D ;) |
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Title: Re: Post by Hernando on Sep 20th, 2004, 9:38am hey mymy, please continue the story. ;D What happened to Justin? he died? Is this a happy ending or a tragic one? ??? |
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Title: Re: Post by thebeast on Sep 22nd, 2004, 4:42pm I would like to take you back in time. Back to a time when there were no adult responsibilities, no adult worries, and no adult problems. A time when I was wreckless, full of lust and full of love. I was both an angel and a devil. I was young and I lived life on the edge. It was late. Close to midnight. A cool late March night in Oklahoma. Rhonda and I were leaving a high school dance. I was a senior and this would be my last spring dance. Rhonda was just a junior and she had one more year to experience this same dance. I knew the time for me to move on was nearing, but I didnt want to think about it at that moment. We arrived at the damce at 930pm. We arrived in a feeling good condition. We arrived that way because, Rhonda, myself and about 50 other kids our age, were participating in the consumption of alcohol at her house earlier. Rhonda's parents were out of town for the weekend. So it makes sense. PARTY AT RHONDA'S HOUSE. Earlier inside at the dance, Rhonda and I were slow dancing. We even slow danced on a few fast songs. When we danced slow, our bodies were inseperable. We danced so close, it was like both our bodies were one body, moving in perfect unison to the music. I could feel the heat and sweat on her body against mine. I could feel her heartbeat and every breath she took in. Sometimes she would lightly kiss my neck. This would send tingles down my spine. Rhonda whispered in my ear, "Joel, I'm having a wonderful time." I just smiled at her. I never know what to say when a pretty girl says something nice to me like that. So in order to not look goofy, I just smile and say nothing. Besides a smile is worth a thousand words. Rhonda was an attractive girl and I wanted her in both the best and worst ways. I didnt care if this was our first date. I couldnt help the way I felt at that moment. Then she whispered, "Joel, lets go." "Okay, but lets finish this dance, I like this song" I pulled her close and shut my eyes and we swayed to the slow beat. I remember standing on the corner at midnight Trying to get my courage up There was this long lovely dancer in a little club downtown I loved to watch her do her stuff Through the long lonely nights she filled my sleep Her body softly swaying to that smoky beat Down on Mainstreet In the pool halls, the hustlers and the losers I used to watch 'em through the glass Well I'd stand outside at closing time Just to watch her walk on past Unlike all the other ladies, she looked so young and sweet As she made her way alone down that empty street Down on Mainstreet We had a little walk back to my car. It was about 75 meters away. I wanted to get back to my car. I was losing the good feeling I had and I wanted another beer. Rhonda was slowing me down. She had to stop and tell everyone who was leaving the dance hello, goodbye, and there was a party at her house. I could finally see my car parked on the side of the street. There she was Betsy. I called my vette Betsy. I dont know why I called her Betsy. All I know is almost all guys have names for their cars when they are in high school. Betsy was a 1979 Chevorlet Corvette with a removable top. She was a fast car also. 0 to 60 in under 6 seconds. I unlocked and opened the door to let Rhonda in on the passengers side. When I got in on the drivers side, I immediately reached in the back and took off a blanket I had over my ice chest. I opened it and looked in. There were 3 coors lights, 2 cokes and 1 bottle of southern comfort bouron whiskey with ice all around everything. I grabbed a can of beer, popped the lid and downed all of it and put the emty can back in the ice chest. "Do you want another southern comfy and coke?" I asked. "Yes" I grabbed her cup in the cup holder and poured out what she didnt finish earlier onto the ground. I then put some new ice in her cup and gave her the cup to hold. I opened a can of coke and unscrewed the lid of the bourbon. I took a swig of the bourbon. It burned my throat something fierce, but it warmed me up and cleared my nasal passages. "Wow, hair of the dog!" I yelled. Rhonda asked, "How do you do that?" "Well, you just dont think about it to much and do it," I replied. I then poured the bourbon and coke into her cup at the same time till it was full. "There," I said, "Just like the drinks you get at a club in a 5 star hotel." "Joel, you make them to strong." "Thats a 50% coke 50% booze drink your got there, how could that be strong?" I asked. "I like mine 80% coke and 20% booze." she said. "Hell you wouldnt even get that at a bar, they would give you a 10%/90% ratio drink," I said. |
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Title: Re: Post by thebeast on Sep 22nd, 2004, 4:43pm I grabbed another beer, popped the lid and drank about half of it. I then belched a loud belch. It made room in my stomach to finish the rest of the beer. "Do you want the top off?" "Yes," she said, "that would be great." "Okay, your the boss" "Thats right and I order you to take the top off," she commanded. In my slave voice, I responded, "Yes boss, don't whips me, dont whips me, I bees a good slave." Rhonda laughed. I quickly grabbed the last beer in the ice chest and drank it while I was taking the top of betsy. I put the the empty can of beer in the ice chest and the top in the back behind both seats and covered both the tops and the ice chest with a blanket. I got back inside and turned on the ignition. The radio came on. The station was called KQ106. This station really wasnt all that great. It was all programed. The DJ sounded like a robot and the played mostly top 10 music. It was called KQ106, but I called it KQ10sucks. I put betsy in drive, did a 180 and burned rubber. I was gonna drive out to the country. I had something I wanted to try. I also wanted to see how far out I could get before Rhonda said something. I wasnt sure if she wanted to park with me out in the country or not. If she didnt Im sure she is gonna tell me. I drove carefully in the city. I didnt want to get pulled over. A good song came on the radio and I turned the volume up real loud. I looked at Rhonda. I could tell she liked the song. She was shaking her head to the music. The music was blarring out of my speakers as we headed out of town. Turn up the radio I need the music, gimmie some more Turn up the radio I wanna feel it got to gimmie some more I was driving to a place that I knew very well. After 10 minutes, Rhonda finally asked "Joel, where are we going?" "I don't know, where do you wanna go?" "Home," she replied. "Are you sure you wouldnt want to play some games out here?" I asked. "Joel, this is our first date. It's to soon. I'm not ready yet. Besides, I have people at my house, I have to get back." "Well, you are right about that," I replied with a laugh. "I wanna try something first." "What," she asked? "You will see," I told her. After a few minutes we were there. It was about 5 miles of newly paved country road. It had small hills and lots of curves on it. It used to be a dirt and gravel road, but the county paved it, because during the daytime it was being used so much. My friend, Elmer and I would drive like a bat out of hill on this road on our dirt bikes and pick up trucks. I started driving that road in my grandfathers pick up truck when I was like 12 years old. He had to pull his truck out of the ditch one time when it was muddy. I was a good driver at fast speeds. I never drove the road in my vette before. Now it was paved. Perfect conditons to drive Betsy on it. Elmer told me a few days ago it was finished. I stop the car and put in a Sammy Hagar CD. It had a song on there I like to play when i did things like this. I turned to Rhonda and asked. "Are you ready?" "Ready for what?" "For the ride of your life." I said. "I guess," she said, "as long as it gets me home." I turned the volume up real loud and put the petal to the metal. You could hear the screech of the tires digging in for some traction on the pavement. The smell of friction that happens when rubber meets the pavement. I could hear the music. One foot on the brake and one on the gas Well there's too much traffic and I can't pass No So I try my best illegal move A big black-and-white come an' touch my groove again CHORUS: Go on and write me up for 125 Post my face Wanted dead or alive Take my license and all that jive I can't drive 55 This section of the road was straight and about 3 miles long. I was already at 65mph. I could hear the wind blowing the blanket around behind me. First small hill was coming up. I looked at my speed. 80mph. I let off the gas a little. I wanted to take the first hill easy. So I sign my name on number 24 Hey And the judge said Boy Just one more Huh I'm gonna throw your ass in the city joint Looked me in the eye Said You get my point I say yeah Oh yeah CHORUS: Go on and write me up for 125 Post my face Wanted dead or alive Take my license and all that jive I can't drive 55 Oh yeah I CAN'T DRIVE 55 I CAN'T DRIVE 55 I CAN'T DRIVE 55 I CAN'T DRIVE 55 |
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Title: Re: Post by thebeast on Sep 22nd, 2004, 5:30pm As we flew over the hill, I could feel the front end of Betsy become airborn. I looked over at Rhonda. Her eyes were as big as baseballs. I gave it some more gas. 80mph..85mph...90mph..100mph...105mph. We were flying then. Some curves were coming up. They were not sharp curves. Just some wiggle curves. I was gong through those at about 100mph. When I drive that slow It's hard to steer And I can't take my car outta second gear What used to take 2 hours Now takes all day Huh It took me 16 hours to get to L.A. CHORUS: Go on and write me up for 125 Post my face Wanted dead or alive Take my license and all that jive I can't drive 55 No No No I can't drive I CAN'T DRIVE 55 I can't drive I CAN'T DRIVE 55 I CAN'T DRIVE 55 A sharp left turn was approaching. This was the end of this 3 mile stretch. I turned Betsy real sharp at the speed of about 75 mph. Betsy slid for a while. I could hear the screeching of the tires, but when I gave her some gas she straightened up. One last hill left. The largest hill of all. Go on and write me up for 125 Post my face Wanted dead or alive Take my license and all that jive I can't drive 55 No No No I can't drive I CAN'T DRIVE 55 I can't drive I CAN'T DRIVE 55 I CAN'T DRIVE 55 I increased my speed to about 100mph. Thats what it was gonna take to become airborn. I could see the hill in the distance. There was a light pole right nest to it. I told Rhonda to hold on. I looked over at her and laughed. Her hair was a mess. I moved to the center of the road to prepare for the hill. I could see there were no cars coming toward us so it was cool. Right before we drove over the hill, I punched the gas. AIRBORN. Both front and back ends off the road. We landed. Only not on a paved road. It was a gravel road. I wasnt completely finsihed yet. The tires lost traction. I held the steering straight and slammed on the brakes. We did a complete 360 turn and slid about 20 yards and settled into the ditch on the side of the road. There was a big dust cloud that I could see and the smell of gravel, dust and rubber. I could even feel gravel coming down on my head. I looked at Rhonda. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was wide open. "RHONDA, ARE YOU OKAY!" No answer. "RHONDA, ARE YOU OKAY!" All she said was, "THAT WAS FU*KING AWESOME!" "DAMN IT" I yelled. I get out of the car and kick Betsy and break the fiberglass on the left fender. "I'm fine Joel, I'm okay," she said. "DAMN IT, IM SO STUPID! WHATS WRONG WITH ME! WHEN AM I EVER GONNA LEARN!" I yelled. "Joel, whats wrong, I said Im okay." "Im such an idiot" "Joel, whats wrong with you?" she asked. I was angry with myself. I started to think of all the awful things that could of happened. I had no right to do what I did. Yet, I did it. The horrible thoughts would not stop filling my brain. My eyes began to water. I couldnt help myself. The guilt was too overbearing. I began to cry. Rhonda got out of the car and walked over to me. She looked confused at my reaction. "Joel, its okay, we are both okay and your car looks to be okay as well." "I dont care about the damn car. Im so sorry Rhonda, I shouldnt of even brought you out here. I dont want any harm to come to you. Sometimes I do the dumbest things." "I'm okay Joel." "I know you are okay Rhonda. It's the thought of you not being okay is what is bothering me. Rhonda, I like you. I dont want any harm to come to you. Will you forgive me." She walked over to me and dried the tears off my face and said, "Joel, your kinda strange, but I like you also." Then she kissed me. The both of us just sat there for a while in the grass. Just taking in what happened and how lucky we were. I never felt that way before. I guess it was the booze and all the excitiment. Rhonda never felt like she did either. The rush I gave her was nothing like she ever experienced before. We finally got in Betsy and drove back to her house. We were lucky we got out of the ditch. I could hear something was wrong with betsy also. Later I would find out the oil pan underneath was crushed. Chitty Chitty Bang Bang all the way back to Rhondas house. |
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Title: Re: Post by thebeast on Sep 22nd, 2004, 6:38pm I drove into her driveway. She asked me to come inside. I told her I should go, but she insisted that I come in. So I went inside with her. It was past 1am and there were still some people in her house. Couples mostly. I thought well if they arent doing anything by now, they wont be doing anything. Rhonda's house was a mess. Looked like a tornado come through it. "I bet you arent gonna have anymore parties here," I said. Rhonda then took my hand and lead me into her parents bedroom. It was clean in there. I walked over to her parents bed and sat down. I bent over with my elbows on my knees and put my head in my hands. I was thinking about all the stuff that happened. I was thinking about how I was gonna get my vette fixed without my parents finding out about it. I could hear Rhonda doing something, but I was to lost in my own thoughts to look. "Joel, do you still feel bad?" I heard her ask. "Yes I do Rhonda." "Well I'm gonna make you feel better." she said. I then looked up. Rhonda was standing in front of me totally nude. She then walked over to the bedroom door and locked it and turned off the light. I heard a song on the radio coming from the living room. A few seconds went by and then I felt her lips gently kiss my forehead. I was a little too tall Could've used a few pounds Tight pants points hardly reknown She was a black-haired beauty with big dark eyes And points all her own sitting way up high Way up firm and high Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy Out in the back seat of my '60 Chevy Workin' on mysteries without any clues Workin' on our night moves Tryin' to make some front page drive-in news Workin' on our night moves In the summertime In the sweet summertime We weren't in love, oh no, far from it We weren't searchin' for some pie in the sky summit We were just young and restless and bored Livin' by the sword And we'd steal away every chance we could To the backroom, to the alley or the trusty woods I used her, she used me But neither one cared We were gettin' our share Workin' on our night moves Tryin' to lose the awkward teenage blues Workin' on our night moves And it was summertime And oh the wonder We felt the lightning And we waited on the thunder Waited on the thunder I awoke last night to the sound of thunder How far off I sat and wondered Started humming a song from 1962 Ain't it funny how the night moves When you just don't seem to have as much to lose Strange how the night moves With autumn closing in |
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Title: Re: Post by thebeast on Sep 25th, 2004, 3:59pm Whenever I go back to the town where I was born and raised, it always brings back memories. Here is one memory I would like to forget. The Ass Whipping The spring semister was finally over at Oklahoma University. I was an official sophmore now. I had 3 weeks to decide if I wanted to go to summer school. I was already pre-enrolled. I worked hard to make good grades, part of me wanted to take a summer break. If I decided not to go, all it would take was a phone call to cancel. One thing I was sure of was that I had 3 weeks to do what I wanted to do. When you are a college student, this kinda opportunity dont come around very often. I decided to go back to A town to see my parents and my grandparents. I didnt know my grandparents were gonna be out of town at the time. This is how my ass whipping happened. It was a real early Thursday. About 1am. I was taking Brenda back to her apartment. We were out at my Grandparents place. My grandparents were out of town, so I had the whole farm to myself. Brenda and I had a real nice evening together. I took her to a place called Broken Bottles on my grandparents farm. Broken Bottles was a place where I broke bottles as a kid. Therefore, I named it Broken Bottles. Broken Bottles was a nice place. It was a wooded area, surrounded by mountains, with a creek running through it. There was a cow pasture right next to it so you could hear the cows mooing and the coyotes howling at the full moon. I built a fire and popped some popcorn so we could have a snack. I even had a few bottles of champagne, that I found in my granparents fridge to wash it down with. We sat on the tailgate of my pick up truck and enjoyed the champagne, popcorn, the fire, the moon and everything else in this peacful setting. We also did what almost any to humans of the opposite sex would probably do in these kind of surroundings. It just felt right. I never ask questions why this kind of thing happens. It just happened. Or at the time thats what I thought anyway. While driving Brenda back to her apartment, she told me something. "Joel.... I have something I need to tell you?" I was scared to ask. If she mentioned the word love, I wouldnt know what to say. I liked Brenda a lot. She was an attractive young lady, who was about 4 years older than me. She had this beautiful brown skin. I never knew if she was latinas or native american. She graduated high school with my sister and her brother and I graduated together. After about 10 seconds I finally built up the nerve to ask. "What?" "I have a boyfriend," she said. I slammed on the brakes and I could hear the champagne bottles in the bed of my pick up truck rolling all around. "WHAT!" I yelled. "I have a boyfriend," she repeated. I went through about 100 emotions in a matter of seconds. Sad, hurt, anger, relief, jealous, confusion. You name it. I probably felt it. All of those emotions in a matter of seconds. All I could do was laugh. Here I was thinking after our wonderful evening togehter, she was gonna tell me she loved me. Instead, she drops the boyfriend I had no idea she had, on me. "What the hell are you doing with me then," I said. "I dont know," she answered. "What the hell do you mean you dont know? Who is it.....do I know him?" I asked. "It's Bobby Parks," she answered. "Bobby Parks!" I yelled, "OH SHIT!" Now all the emotions I had earlier were replaced by one. FEAR. Bobby Parks was a big burley biker dude that was about 8 years older than me. He owned a gas station in town with his brother Mike. "Jesus Christ Brenda, whats wrong with you?" "Well I'm mad at him, he cheated on me," she said. "Damn Brenda, does he know you are out with me?" I asked. "No, but he is probably looking for me right now" "OH SHIT!" was all I could say. This went on for about 15 more minutes. I wasnt sure about what to do. I asked her to spend the night with me, but she refused. She said she had to work early the next morning. Then it dawned on me that Brenda set me up. She was angry with her boyfriend and she used me to get back at him. I knew Bobby and Mike. Neither one of them liked me very much. I'm not sure but I always felt they didnt like me because my family had a little money. Bobby's older brother, Mike, was my brothers age. They didnt get along to well either. My brother told me this a few times before. So what perfect way to get back at someone that hurt her by using someone, like me, that he dont like to hurt him. So only thing left to do was to take her home. |
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Title: Re: Post by thebeast on Sep 26th, 2004, 12:55am The Ass Whipping cont. While driving into town, I took the back roads. Our eyes were wide open looking in all directions. Part of me wanted to drop her off about a mile from her apartment, but I couldnt bring myself to do it. Even though I was angry with Brenda for putting me in this situation, I still liked her. I came to the conclusion she was trouble though. I needed to get her home and be done with it. Anyway a few blocks from her house and no sign of Bobby. I pull into her driveway and stop my pick up to let her out. I was gonna get out and open her door for her, but before I could she jumped out and said "goodbye." I watched as she ran up the stairs. I put my truck in reverse and start to back out. At that moment another pick up truck pulls in front of the driveway blocking my way out. I put my truck in park and watch 3 guys get out of the truck. Its Bobby, his brother Mike and another guy that I knew but didnt know his name. All 3 of them with Bobby leading, make their way over to me. I press the power button for my window and my window comes down. "Bobby." I said "Joel," Bobby said. "Long time no see Bobby. How are you doing?" "Well I'm fine Joel. How the hell are you and what the hell you been doing with my girlfriend?" "Well Bobby we been talking about you. She is mad at you. What the hell did you do?" I asked. "So the 2 of you were talking about me till 1 in the morning." While Bobby and I were talking, his brother, Mike was walking around my truck and making me nervous. The 3rd guy was just standing at the back of my truck. "Did you loose something Mike," I yelled. "Joel is that you," Mike said as he made his way back to me. I was still sitting in my truck with the engine still going. "Hey, you all wanna move that truck, so I can get out. I gotta get up early tomorrow and tend my grandfather's cattle. Alll of a sudden, I hear the dude with a name I didnt know yell. (I will call him no name dude) "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!," yells no name dude. No name dude was holding up the 2 empty champagne bottles. In all the confusion, I completely forgot about those. Bobby and Mike look at the bottles then they look back at me. I lose my cool at that time. "WELL WHAT DO THEY LOOK LIKE YA DUMB REDNECK! WHY DONT YOU COME STICK YOUR NOSE UP MY ASS AND SEE WHAT KINDA SHIT YOU CAN FIND IN THERE, YA DUMB REDNECK BASTURD!" I yelled at the goofy dork. Mike started to laugh after I said that and asked. "Joel, what kind of hole did you dig yourself into here?" "Mike, I got no idea what you are talking about," I said. Then the no name dude got on the back bumper of my pick up truck and started to bounce up and down on it which would cause my truck to go up and down. "Whip his ass. Whip the rich boys ass. Whip his ass. Whip the rich boys ass." repeated the no name dude. He would continue to say this over and over. "Bobby, whats that stupid f**k's name?" I asked. "Get out of the truck Joel," Bobby said. "Bobby, I'm not in the mood to deal with your jealous anger, just back your f**king truck out of the way so I can go home." "Whip his ass. Whip the rich boys ass," was all I was hearing from the back of my truck. "Joel, I'm not moving my truck, you need to get out so we can settle this." There was no way out. I tried to talk my way out of fighting with him, but no such luck. Bobby had to weigh at least 240 lbs. I was only 170 lbs. He wasnt as big as what I first thought he was. Maybe just 3 inches taller. He was fat also. He must of put on some weight over the years. I thought maybe I could hold my own against him. Maybe I could bluff my way out of it by acting all crazy and stuff. Its hard to do that when you arent drunk. I wasnt drunk from the champange and I know Bobby wasnt drunk. Those were 2 things against me. What I did have was speed and the element of surprise on my side. Ive been in 3 fights previous to this and I had done a fairly decent job in them. When I say fairly dencent job, I mean I escaped with no bumps or bruises or black eyes. I knew the rules of fighting. Rule #1 in fighting is.... there are no rules of fighting. Anything you do is fair and legal. In street fighting if you play by rules you will almost be assured an ass whipping. If I could get something on him when he didnt expect it maybe I could get out of this. |
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Title: Re: Post by thebeast on Sep 26th, 2004, 12:20pm The ass whipping cont. "Okay you wanna fight" I said. With my truck still running, I opened my door and without closing it I was on him before he could realize it. I threw 3 punches. WHAM. WHAM. WHAM. This really surpirsed him and got him off balance. I then tried to push him down. I pushed and he looked like he was gonna fall to the ground. No such luck. That was a mistake. I should of threw more punches. He regained his composure and threw a swinging blow with his right fist. I saw this coming so I drifted backward. I felt his fist glaze my chin. I then to a step backward. I could fell the side of my pick up truck against my back. By this time the no name dude and Mike were on each side of me and Bobby was in front of me. I didnt like being boxed in. I didnt have any room to manuever. Only one place for me to go. Under my truck and to the other side where I could have room to do whatever I could do. I then got down on my knees to crawl under my truck to the other side. I felt Bobbys 2 fists come down hard my back. That hurt bad. It knocked the breath out of me. It was to late to crawl under my truck to the other side. I stood up. WHAM. WHAM. WHAM. 3 punches. 1 on my nose. 1 on my jaw. 1 one left eye. I didnt even see them coming. I was finished. I didnt want anymore. I fell head first into the dirt hitting my forehead on the hard ground. I just layed there, with my nose bleeding and my jaw feeling like someone hit it with a baseball bat. I heard Mike yelling. "GET UP JOEL, GET UP JOEL! YOU CAN STILL TAKE HIM!" "SHUT UP MIKE, WHO ARE YOU KIDDING!" I yelled back. I just layed there in my own blood face down in the dirt. I could feel Bobby spit his blody saliva in my hair. "YOU STAY THE f**k AWAY FROM BRENDA!" he yelled. I didnt say anything. I just laid there beaten. I laid there for awhile. I could hear mumbles, but couldnt make out what the words were. I then hear a truck start and drive off. I laid there for awhile longer. Then I heard Mike's voice. "Joel, are you okay?" Mike asked. "What the f**k do you want!" I yelled. "Lets get you up," he said. Mike then helped my beaten ass up and over to the tailgate of my truck. I then sat down. "Mike, she set me up. I had no idea that they were together." "Why didnt you tell Bobby that?" Mike asked. "Would it of made any difference?" Mike laughed and said, "Probably not." "She f**kin used me," I said. "Did ya f**k her?" I knew what was up then. Mike stayed behind to get more information out of me. I know Mike really didnt like me. Why all of a sudden was he being Mr. Nice Guy. "No, she didnt want to do anything. She just wanted to make him jealous by being with me I guess." I replied. "What about the champagne?" he asked. "I found those bottles empty at the place where we were at." I answered. "Where were you at?" he asked. I realized this was never gonna stop. He was not getting the answers he wanted. "Listen Mike, I told you nothing happened. You dont have to believe me. I dont really care," I said. "Oh I believe you Joel. I'm just trying to figure out what went on." "DAMN!" I yelled, "I FEEL LIKE SHIT" "You look like shit," he said. "I gotta go." "Ya want me to take you home or to the hospital?" Mike asked. "Hell no," I answered. I got my beaten ass back in my truck which was still running and drove back to my grandparents house. I decided the next day, that I would go back to Norman and go to summer school. I was angry with Brenda, Bobby, and Mike for what happened. I got over it though. Brenda burned me but like I said I liked her. Part of what happened was a foolish mistake on my part. Brenda and Bobby never really got back together after that. Thats something positive that happened I guess. |
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Title: Re: Post by mylane on Sep 26th, 2004, 12:49pm Joel, are you okay?" Mike asked. "What the f**k do you want!" I yelled. "Lets get you up," he said. Mike then helped my beaten ass up and over to the tailgate of my truck. I then sat down. "Mike, she set me up. I had no idea that they were together." "Why didnt you tell Bobby that?" Mike asked. "Would it of made any difference?" Mike laughed and said, "Probably not." "She f**kin used me," I said. "Did ya f**k her?" this part got my attention...hahahhaha... ;D |
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Title: Re: Post by Hernando on Sep 27th, 2004, 11:06pm nice story dude ;D |
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Title: Re: Post by thebeast on Oct 8th, 2004, 8:48am More adventures with Elmer V. Smith Elmer Saves My Life It was another hot July day in Altus, Oklahoma. It had not rain in about a month. I was helping Elmer and his brothers and Elmer's father harvesting wheat. Elmer and I both thought that this year we would get to operate the combines. No such luck. Elmer's old man wouldnt let us. Instead he had the 2 of us haul some of Oklahoma's finest wheat to the grain elevators for storage. Those trucks had no airconditioning and it was July in Oklahoma. We drove the shit out of those trucks also. Hell we had to drive them fast in order to stay cool. If we didnt we would of probably died of heat stroke. Elmer would say they had a 2/70 airconditioner in them. Thats 2 windows down and drive 70 miles an hour. Anyway we were finishing up and it was Friday. Elmer and I were looking forward to drinking some cold beer and discovering some adventure in the City of Altus later that evening. Little did we know that old man Elmer Sr. had other plans for us. He wanted us to water his cotton fields that night. Elmer and I didnt want to do it, but Elmer's father has a way of making you feel guilty when we said we had other plans. He would go on with a story about when he was our age how he worked till sun up till sun down and then work some more. We had heard the story before. "Well I remember when I was your age, hell, I worked 18 hour days and I walked to school the next day in the snow, uphill, with no shoes on" kinda crap. I think you get my point. Anyway watering the old man's cotton fields isnt really hard work. It just takes so damn long because the f**ker has so much land. Hell, it would take a week to water all of those cotton fields he had. Elmer and I agreed to do it but not very enthusiatically. We went back to town and stopped to get something to eat at McDonalds. We also made a beer run at the local 7-eleven. We stayed out in Elmer's truck and stopped someone who was old enough to purchase the beer before he went in. Yes I know this is illegal, but its easy to do. Especially when you pay a guy 5 dollars to do it for you. He bought us 2 12 packs of Coors Light. Cold beer from the Rocky Mountains of Colorado. Plenty to last us all night. You ask why water the cotten at night? Well its simple. Water wont evaporate as much during the dark hours. Altus, Oklahoma is in Jackson County. The farmers have a deal with somebody that gives them water rights to water their crops. About 10 miles north of Altus is a man made lake called Lake Altus. After the lake was built, they also built water canals from the lake that lead to a lot of the farm land in the area. This is one way of getting your crops watered when it dont rain. The farmers purchase the water from the County I think. Anyway thats one reason why that damn lake is so low. All the farmers suck a lot of it out when the area is going through a dry spell. I was raised on that lake. I know it like the back of my hand. Well, by the time we got back to the cotton fields it was about 9pm and getting dark. There is no light out there so you have to have flash lights in order to see anything. We would take the pipes and put them in their proper place and then connect them to another connection which would leed to a connection where the irragation ditch was. Then you would just turn a wheel to let the water flow in from the ditches/canal to the cotten fields. It's just like turning the water on at home only on a much grander scale. The canals on east side of the cotton fields were full that night. You could hear the water flowing sounds like rapids on a river. We started to work and consume the beer we purchased earlier. We managed to cover about 5 miles and we were almost out of beer. I cant remember how much I had to drink now, but I bet I knew then. Remembering how much beer you had to drink was really important for bragging rights when you are 16 years of age. Both Elmer and I stunk. We worked all day and now we were working again. We didnt have time to shower. I was kinda itching all over and I was still hot. Even though it was around midnight I bet it was still 95 degrees. I decided to go and wash my face in some fresh Lake Altus water from the irrigation ditch. "Im gonna wash my face," I said "I peed in that ditch earlier," Elmer replied. "I dont care, besides your pee is already a lot futher down by now," I said. "Okay but dont fall in," Elmer said. "You just relax and drink your beer, I will be back in 5 minutes." I jumped out of his truck and headed for the ditch. The ditch was about 10 meters from his truck. The closer you got to it the louder sound it made. It sounded like the Colorado River when you were about 2 meters from it. I had a lot of beer but I wasnt drunk. At least I didnt think so. This area of the ditch had a bridge going over it to the other side. I got on the bridge and got on my knees. When I bent down my face was about 1 foot from the water. I could see the water rushing below me. Every so often the canal has a place like this on it. Its made of concrete and the water comes through a large pipe thats below the water. You cant see it but its there or else there would be no water running into the ditch. |
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Title: Re: Post by thebeast on Oct 8th, 2004, 9:45am I took my cap off and reached down to fill it with water. Once I filled my baseball cap up, I poured the cool water over my head. It covered most of my upper body. I remember looking up and noticing there wasnt a cloud in the sky. All the stars were out and it was a beautiful night. I remember thinking how wonderful life was and how lucky I was to be where I was at. Elmer and I had a lot of responsibility. Not many 16 year olds had the opportunity or even had the knowledge to do what we were doing that night. I bet I even speak for Elmer. Even though we wanted to be doing something else, for some reason when you got a chore like this to do, it made you feel more responsible like an adult or a real man. I tried to count all the stars that were in my area of focus. I could never get over 10 and I would always lose my place. I then decided to put my whole head in the water. I bent down a little futher, close my eyes, and put my face in. I felt the water rushing against the skin of my face. I decided to go a few more inches down to cover my whole head. When I did this I could hear what the water sounded like underneath. It wasnt as loud as it was when your head was above the water. I was getting ready to pull back up, when I lost my balance and I fell into the ditch filled water. The first thing that went off in my head was OH SHIT. After a few seconds though, I thought well this is kinda nice. My body was no longer hot. It was quite cool actually. I remember thinking well Elmer is gonna laugh real hard about this. After about half a minute of dog swimming, I decided it was time to get out. I put my feet on the ground. The water was only about up to my chin. When I placed my feet on the ground, I felt something knock them out from under me and spin me around. It caught me off guard and my body was spinning head to toe. I then remembered that this was the current of water coming out of the large pipes. While I was under water I thought no big deal, I will just try to get a better grip on the concrete below me. I must of been real close to the pipes, because every time I tried to get my feet on the concrete it would just knock be over and I would spin in the water. I have heard about people drowning out in the ditches but those were very young kids and they couldnt swim very well. Im a good swimmer. Even though I was fully clothed and had my cowboy boots on, I could swim. I then decided just to swim away from the current and just crawl out on the side a little futher down in the canal. I wasnt nervous yet, but I was concerned. So I started to swim. |
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Title: Re: Post by thebeast on Oct 8th, 2004, 10:27am Elmer saves my life cont. After a few seconds I could feel the currnet getting stronger. Instead of swimming away I swam toward it. It was dark and I couldnt see anything. I left my flashlight back at the truck. Confusion started to set in. Did I drink to much? I tried to get my footing again. No luck. Also I was much closer to the current now and it wasnt easy to keep my head above the water. The current would just flipping my body over and over now. I thought to swim away, but which way. I cant see anything. Panic then set in. I was gonna drown. They would be reading about me in the Altus Times Paper the next morning. All these thoughts going through my mind while I am under the water striving to get my head up for a breath. I also realized that the water was deeper this close. It was probably over my head. I was just there helpless. I couldnt keep any traction on the floor. I felt my head hit something hard. I reached to grab but there was nothing to grab. Just smooth concrete. I managed to get my face above the water and yell. "ELMER, ELMER!" Twice is all I could manage to yell it before the current spinned me around again. I was getting very tired. How long had I been gone? Did he hear me? Its awful loud here and he is about 10 meters away. I managed to get my head up again. I made my yell into a drowning gurgling scream. "ELMER! ELMER HELP!" I could feel the water in my lungs. This was not only painful but it even made me more scared. It was burning my esophagus and it made it difficult to yell for help. It seemed like forever had gone by. I was very weak. My arms and legs were tired from fighting the current below. I was still spinning from head to toe. I then came to the conclusion, I was gonna drown right there in that ditch like so many before me did. All of a sudden, I feel a hand grab my hair and pull me closer to where I fell in at. I then feel another hand grab me by my shirt and then pull my head out of the water. "HOLD ON! ARE YOU OKAY!" Elmer yelled. I couldnt speak. I was exhausted. He pulled me closer and yelled, "GRAB THE SIDE AND PULL YOURSELF UP!' I managed to do it but he still had to help me. My body felt like it was 500 pounds. My legs and arms felt like noodles. I had never been so tired my whole life. "JOEL, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!" Elmer yelled. All I could do was cough and gag and vomit all the water I had been drinking for the last what it seemed like forever. If I was drunk, I was certainly sober now. My head felt like someone took a sledgehammer to it. "My ass feel in." I gasped. "No shit sherlock," Elmer sarcastically replied. "How did that happen?" "Hell I dont know, it just happened," I said. As I was laying there taking in long deep respirations and coughing in between them, Elmer began to laugh. Which made me start to laugh also. But my laughs were not laughs of humor. My laughs were laughs of relief. "Joel, sometimes you do the craziest things," Elmer said. Yes Elmer saved my life that night. Its funny how when you are young and something like that happens to you and all you wanna do is forget about it. I thought Elmer would have a fun time with this the next day. But you know what. Elmer didnt say a thing to anybody. This was kept between us. Elmer and I were friends but we didnt run around in the same crowd. I would always call him so often and we would go out and do stuff together. The only activity he did in high school was play football. He just was kinda like a loner. But to me he was okay. I remember about 3 years after we both went off to college, I called my mother and she told me that another kid had drowned in the irrigation canals of Altus, Oklahoma. After she told me this, I called my friend formely known as Elmer, but now Trent, on the phone and thanked him for what he did. |
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Title: Re: Post by thebeast on Oct 14th, 2004, 11:06pm Everyone has regrets. Regrets are like weights that can burden you for life. Then after a while you have to look at them as learning experiences. You have to learn from your regrets because regrets are just mistakes that take a lot longer to get over. Here is my greatest regret. A Sad Sad Story The summer before my senior year in high school was one of the best summer's I have ever had. I met a lovely girl named Mellisa in late July. She was just a sophmore. We had some real good times. Mellisa was the only girl I have ever fallin head over heals over during my high school years. Im not sure why. We just clicked I guess. We were still dating a few months after school started. Then Mellisas father decided to move her family to Arkansas. When she told me this I knew I had to end it. One week after she told me, I broke up with her. I didnt want to break up with her, but I knew it would of never worked out with her in Little Rock, Arkansas and me in Altus, Oklahoma. I didnt want to deal with it was the main reason. A few months went by and I started to date a girl named Kim. Kim was the Preacher of the Baptist Church daughter. Kim was a real nice and fun girl to be with. But I know I was no good for her. After dating me a few months Kim was drinking and smoking marijuana just like me. They say preachers kids are the worst, but thats not true in her case. For Kim I was the one who influenced her. Mellisa and I would still keep in touch with phone calls. A few weeks before xmas she told me she was coming back for a visit. She also told me that since living in Arkansas that she had a boyfriend named Chris. I still loved her but I was happy for her. Anyway we made plans to get together on xmas eve. The day of xmas eve arrived and I spent most of the day with Kim and her family. Kims father and my father grew up together. Kim and her family were leaving for thier grandparents place that afternoon and wouldnt be back till after the new year. It worked out great for me. I could spend time with Melissa and Kim would never know about it. I liked Kim, but the truth of the matter was that Kim was my security blanket. I really loved Mellisa. My thinking was that even though I loved Mellisa I couldnt fall for it because she didnt even live in Oklahoma. It was late about 8pm and I had just finished dinner with my family and I was driving over to see Mellisa. She came down with her mother, Maggie, and they were staying with a friend of her mothers. It was very cold outside. I had my flask filled with Jack Daniels. I was a little nervous. I wasnt sure if I should be going to see her. I drank all that was in my flask while driving over. As I walked up to the door, I could feel the cold wind blowing in my face. I didnt wear a jacket, but due to the booze I consumed I was not really cold. I rang the doorbell and Mellisas answered. There she was. She looked outstanding. I didnt realize just how much I missed her untill I saw her that very second. She invited me in. She closed the door and turned toward me and we just looked goofy at each other for about 10 seconds. Then like clock work at the very same time we both started to laugh. I dont know why we laughed. I guess it was just one of those strange moments of silence that is somehow funny. We then hugged and kissed. She told me her mother and the people they were staying with were out. I sat down on the couch and we talked for a while. We didnt talk about her boyfriend or my girlfriend. For some reason they just didnt matter anymore. We then went to a bedroom and made love and talked some more. We really didnt care about the consequences of what we were doing. We just did it and didnt ask any questions about what or why we were doing what we were doing. A few hours later her mother and the people came home. I talked with her mother for a while and then I left to go home and spend xmas with my family. December 26 I took Melissa to a party. I didnt care if word got out. We socialized with some of my friends at the party. I could tell she was uncomfortable so we left early. To be cont. |
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Title: Re: Post by thebeast on Oct 16th, 2004, 5:05pm As we drove around town, she was quiet and distant from me. I could tell something was wrong. "What's wrong with you?" I asked. "Nothing," Mellisa said. Then nothing again for a few minutes just silence. "I wish you would talk to me," I said. "About what?" she asked. "Mellisa, I know something is bohtering you. Why dont you just spill your guts, that way I wont be bothered about what it is bothering you." I said. "Its always about you isnt it Joel? Who cares how I feel about anything. All that matters is that Joel feels bothered because something is bothering me." she said. "Look, Mellisa, I dont know what is bothering you. If you told me, maybe I could help." I said. "Joel, maybe the fact that you have a girlfriend and I have a boyfriend doesnt bother you, but it bothers me bad," she said. "Mellisa, do you love me?" I asked. "Joel, you know I do," she said. "Well then, I love you to. So there is no need for either of us to feel bad," I said. I had the amazing ability to justify the bad things and look at them in a way that wasnt so bad. That way you dont have to deal with the guilt as much. But Mellisa wasnt gonna buy into my thinking. "Joel, it's not that simple," she said. "It seems pretty simple to me," I said. "Joel, I know you are gonna go right back to Kim when I leave tomorrow. I know you are gonna go off to college after you graduate. You just use me. Like right now you are taking me out to the country. Joel you can forget about it because nothing is happening tonight!" she yelled. "Mellisa you know how I feel about you. Yet it seems you are blaming me for everything. I dont use you. The fact is your are the one who is leaving just like you left before. I didnt force you to do anything you didnt want to do. I wish you would just get over it," I said. We were fighting by then. We were both confused. Both of us stuck somewhere where the both of us didnt want to be. Deep down I know she knew the way I felt about her. We continued arguing all the way back to the place where she was staying. We sat there fighting for about five minutes and she took a deep breath in and asked me. "Joel, whats gonna happen with us?" "Stay here in Altus, Mellisa, we can get back together and when I graduate we can get married," I said. She looked at me in amazement and then she laughed and said. "Joel, that's just plain crazy. I know you wont do that," she said. |
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Title: Re: Post by thebeast on Oct 16th, 2004, 5:44pm When she said this it really hurt my feelings. She didnt believe anything I was saying. She already said that I used her now she laughs at me when I tell her something that I really mean. I probably didnt mean what I said, but that didnt mean that I didnt want it. The fact is at that time I really did want to marry her. "Well, thats the answer to our problems right there Melissa. You might as well as get out of my car and pack your bags and go back to your Chris in Arkansas," I said. Well now we were just saying hurtfull things to each other. I was tired of her blaming me for everything. She started to cry and she said she was sorry for even coming down. I didnt say a thing. She got out of my car and ran into the house. And that was it. About 2 months go by. It was February about 10pm on Tuesday. Im studying in my room and my phone rings. I answer my phone. "Hello." "Joel, how are you?" It was Mellisa. "Im okay, Mellisa how are you doing?" I asked. "Not so good," she said, "I'm pregnant." Then a long silence set in. Due to the shock on my end of the phone. "Your kidding me right, Mellisa?" "No, Im not kidding," she said. Then I hear someone on her end of the phone yell. "GIVE ME THE DAMN PHONE. I WANNA TALK TO THE ASSHOLE. JOEL THIS IS CHRIS. ARE YOU THERE?" "YES, IM HERE CHRIS. WHAT DO YOU WANT! I yelled back. "JOEL, I TOOK MELLISA TO THE DR TODAY AND THEY NARROWED IT DOWN TO THE WEEK SHE WAS DOWN THERE WITH YOU IN ALTUS! PLUS THE FACT I HAVENT HAD SEX WITH HER IN A MONTH B4 SHE LEFT! WE ALL KNOW ITS YOUR KID! SO I JUST WANTED TO THANK YOU FOR GETTING MY GIRLFRIEND PREGNANT! YOU ASSHOLE!" Chris yelled. He was obviously very upset. But who was he to point the finger at just me. "LISTEN CHRIS! IT'S PRETTY OBVIOUS YOU ARE THE ASSHOLE HERE! MELLISA DID WHAT SHE DID BECAUSE SHE STILL LOVES AND CARES FOR ME! AND I STILL LOVE AND CARE FOR HER ALSO! BUT SHE IS WITH YOU! IF SHE WAS WITH ME, I WOULD TAKE CARE OF HER AND THIS SITUATION! SHE'S NOT WITH ME, SHE IS WITH YOU! SO YOU NEED TO BE A MAN AND BE THANKFULL SHE IS WITH YOU AND TAKE CARE OF MELLISA AND HELP HER THROUGH WHATEVER IT IS SHE DECIDES TO DO! IF SHE WANTS TO SHE CAN COME BACK TO OKLAHOMA AND MARRY ME! I WILL TAKE CARE OF HER AND I WILL DO RIGHT BY HER! WHAT YOU GONNA DO CHRIS!" I yelled. Then Chris yells more and calls me a bunch of other names and hangs up the phone so I couldnt reply. I then call Mellisa back but she isnt there. Her mother, Maggie, answers and we talk a while. She tells me that Melissa is out with friends. I liked her mom a lot. She liked to talk a lot. I think she was lonely sometimes. I also think thats why she came back to Altus for the holidays because she was having problems in her marriage. But Im not 100% sure of it. I kept trying to get a hold of her for the next few days but I had no success. I finally decided to just let it go. What could I do. I was a 17 year old kid and she was in Arkansas and I was in Oklahoma. Then about a week goes by and I get another phone call. "Hello," "Hello, Joel, this is Maggie Phant," she said. "Oh, hello Mrs. Phant. How are you?" "Joel, I'm not doing good. I'm calling you about Mellisa. She has been missing for 24 hours. Nobody knows where she is at. I was wondering if you knew where she was?" she asked. She sounded worried and tired. Like she didnt have any sleep in days. I could also tell she had been crying a lot. I could hear the worry in her voice. This was no joking matter. "I have no idea where she is," I said. "Joel, do you know what happened between her and Chris?" she asked. "No. What happened?" "Joel, her boyfriend, Chris beat her up real bad a few days ago and after that he committed suicide," Maggie said. "What!" I gasped. "Joel he beat my baby up and then he hung himself," she cried. "Oh my GOD! Maggie is Mellisa okay?" I asked By now Maggie was sobbing. I was taken back. I didnt want to believe it. I couldnt believe it. It just didnt make any sense. How could something this awful happen? "Joel, nobody knows how my baby is. The police have been looking for her. Im so scared and worried. The police asked me to call everyone I know and ask questions." she said. "Jesus, this guy must of had some problems," I said. "Joel, do you know anything? Please tell me if you do. I am holding on by a thread now. Ive got to find her." she said. I didnt say anything for about 10 seconds. I thought about what I should do. I came to the conclusion that I should just tell her everything. But what was that gonna do to her. Maggie was already upset. How was she gonna react when I told her the reason why all of this happened? I took a deep breath in and spilled my guts. I told her everything. "Mrs. Phant, brace yourself. I think Melissa was pregnant. She called me about a week ago and told me. I also talked to Chris. He was very angry. He accused me of getting her pregnant. Maggie, I still love and care for Melissa very much. We did make love when she was down here. We also had an argument," I said. |
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Title: Re: Post by thebeast on Oct 16th, 2004, 11:02pm "Joel, I know and understand the way you feel, when you was told this you should of told me. Im not very happy with you now," Maggie said. I could hear the disapointment in her voice. I was ashamed of myself. I was aware that I had a lot to do with this. Maybe not directly related, but some of the things that happened I was responsible for. The guilt I felt at the time consumed me. With this there was fear and worry for Mellisa. Where could she be? How was she feeling? I was scared for her and the conditions she was in. I was also confused and angry with Chris. Not only angry about him beating Mellisa up but what he did to himself. Maggie and I talked a while longer and she assured me that if anything turned up she would call me. I couldnt sleep at all that night. In fact I didnt sleep very good for the rest of the week. I should of talked to someone, but I was to ashamed to tell anyone. Even my own mother. 4 days latter, Maggie called me back. She told me Mellisa had been found, but the unborn fetus had aborted. Mellisa was just out in the country in her car drving around and she drove her car into a ditch about 45 miles from where she lived. She didnt eat for 5 days. She was dehydrated and almost close to death when the state troopers found her. This was just a mess and it kept getting worse all the time. I wanted to forget everything. I even wished I would of never met Mellisa. I was an angry, confused, and sad young man. I felt this way for about a month. Then I decided to do something. I started to pray. Then day by day things got better. It was no quick solution but it did help. Mellisa and I were just 2 young kids that feel in love at the wrong time. We were to young to understand the consequences of what happened. We were just not ment to be I guess. Thats the way love is when you are young and do not understand how cruel things can get. This really put a bad taste in my mouth about love and relationships. You cant live your life in the past. You have to keep yourself busy and just pray and hope things turn out for the better. This story doesnt end here. There is another chapter. Mellisa somehow popped back into my life again. I want to make it clear that this story is not a story that I am proud of. But it does bring into perspective about how fragile life can be. This isnt a bragging story about a girl I got pregnant. Its a story of regret and how I wish things did not turn out how they did. :( |
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Title: Re: Post by okasantina on Oct 16th, 2004, 11:48pm Joel i wish i have the whole day reading ure story :D cud u write a story for me? LOL! ;D |
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Title: Re: Post by chelle on Oct 18th, 2004, 12:03am on 10/16/04 at 23:48:00, okasantina wrote:
[smiley=omfg.gif] cuz u makin joel write ur story whats it gonna be called or titled lmao and how much it will cost per book hahahhahaa [smiley=crazysmile.gif] |
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Title: Re: Post by thebeast on Oct 18th, 2004, 8:50am I could write a story about 2 sisters and I could use the names Tina and Chelle. But I dont want to offend anyone. I wish someone else would write something. Tina y dont u type something. Kianna where are you? I know you are a deep person. Why dont anyone want to share? |
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Title: I am here Post by kianna_andrea on Oct 18th, 2004, 9:52am I am here Joel. Haven't gone anywhere. Um, I did write a story before, I'm not sure if you read it. I haven't been able to finish it though. I dunno, maybe I just lost inspiration, and I felt like I was kind of revealing too much of myself I felt rather stupid. And besides I don't think it's worth it anyway. But I did write another one, the pathetic king story, I hope you liked it. Lol. Anyway, I'll see if I can write a short one of these days. I'll be back. |
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Title: Re: Post by okasantina on Oct 18th, 2004, 11:03am on 10/18/04 at 00:03:04, chelle wrote:
Cuz if Joel ever write a story for me i would really appreaciate it..LOL! but i know he will not do it...lol...But if ever...oh cuz the book will be for free... ;D who will care to buy my story ::) ... unless Joel will do it romantic and X rated! buahahahha! jk |
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Title: Re: Post by okasantina on Oct 18th, 2004, 11:07am on 10/18/04 at 08:50:25, thebeast wrote:
Joel it a pleasure if u could eh..but why it has to be offending...no worries...lol. I would like to type something here.. but i just have no time to share my thought and true emotions here...ill try one day..ull just gonna read ;) |
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Title: Re: Post by okasantina on Oct 25th, 2004, 11:54am on 09/26/04 at 12:20:52, thebeast wrote:
Wow!!! what an action!!! [smiley=icon_super.gif] |
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Title: The Father's Eyes (a touching story) Post by KiAnNa on Dec 10th, 2004, 4:11pm This teenager lived alone with his father, and the two of them had a very special relationship. The boy was on the football team. Even though the son was always on the bench, his father was always in the stands cheering. He never missed a game. This young man was still the smallest of the class when he entered high school. But his father continued to encourage him but also made it very clear that he did not have to play football if he didn't want to but the young man loved football and decided to hang in there. He was determined to try his best at every practice, and perhaps he'd get to play when he became a senior. All through high school he never missed a practice nor a game, but remained a bench warmer all four years. His faithful father was always in the stands, always with words of encouragement for him. When the young man went to college, he decided to try out for the football team as a "walk-on." Everyone was sure he could never make the cut, but he did. The coach admitted that he kept him on the roster because he always puts his heart and soul to every practice, and at the same time, provided the other members with the spirit and hustle they badly needed. The news that he had survived the cut thrilled him so much that he rushed to the nearest phone and called his father. His father shared his excitement and was sent season tickets for all the college games. This persistent young athlete never missed practice during his four years at college, but he never got to play in the game. It was the end of his senior football season, and as he trotted onto the practice field shortly before the big play off game, the coach met him with a telegram. The young man read the telegram and he became deathly silent. Swallowing hard, he mumbled to the coach, "My father died this morning. Is it all right if I miss practice today ?" The coach put his arm gently around his shoulder and said, "Take the rest of the week off, son, and don't even plan to come back to the game on Saturday." Saturday arrived and the game was not going well. In the third quarter, when the team was ten points behind, a silent young man quietly slipped into the empty locker room and put on his football gear. As he ran onto the sidelines, the coach and his players were astounded to see their faithful teammate back so soon. "Coach, please let me play. I've just got to play today," said the young man. The coach pretended not to hear him. There was no way he wanted his worst player in this close playoff game but the young man persisted, and finally feeling sorry for the kid, the coach gave in. "All right," he said. "You can go in." Before long, the coach, the players and everyone in the stands could not believe their eyes. This little unknown, who had never played before was doing everything right. The opposing team could not stop him. He ran, he passed, blocked and tackled like a star. His team began to triumph. The score was soon tied. In the closing seconds of the game, this kid intercepted a pass and ran all the way for the winning touchdown. The fans broke loose. His teammates hoisted him onto their shoulders. Such cheering you've never heard ! Finally, after the stands had emptied and the team had showered and left the locker room, the coach noticed that the young man was sitting quietly in the corner all alone. The coach came to him and said, "Kid, I can't believe it. You were fantastic ! Tell me what got into you... How did you do it ?" He looked at the coach, with tears in his eyes, and said, "Well, you knew my dad died, but did you know that my dad was blind ?" The young man swallowed hard, forced a smile and said, "Dad came to all my games, but today was the first time he could see me play, and I wanted to show him I could do it !" So remember - RIGHT NOW: somebody is very proud of you. somebody is thinking of you. somebody is caring about you. somebody misses you. somebody wants to talk to you. somebody wants to be with you. somebody hopes you are not in trouble. somebody is thankful for the support you have provided. somebody wants to hold your hand. somebody hopes everything turns out all right. somebody wants you to be happy. somebody wants you to find him/her. somebody wants to give you a gift. somebody wants to hug you. somebody thinks you ARE a gift. somebody admires your strength. somebody wants to protect you. somebody can't wait to see you. somebody loves you for who you are. somebody treasures your spirit. somebody is glad that you are their friend. somebody wants to get to know you better. somebody wants to be near you. somebody wants you to know they are there for you. somebody would do anything for you. somebody wants to share their dreams with you. somebody is alive because of you. somebody needs your support. somebody will cry when they read this. somebody needs you to have faith in them. somebody trusts you. somebody hears a song that reminds them of you. You are IMPORTANT to somebody and SOMEBODY is inspired by you so never let yourself feel as if nobody cares ! |
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Title: Re: It's Story-telling time! Post by thebeast on Jun 14th, 2005, 9:43am I recently went back to Altus to attend my uncle and aunts 50th wedding anniversary. This is a great achievment by todays standards. We had the celebration at a lodge located on Quartz Mountain. Quartz Mountain is part of the Wichita Mountains in Southwestern Oklahoma. The Wichita Mountains surround a man made lake called Lake Altus. These mountains surround the south, east and west sides of Lake Altus. The north side of the lake is miles and miles of sand dunes. Its not the most beautiful lake I have ever seen, especially when there is a drought and the farmers are watering thier crops lol, but it is pretty unique in its own way. Way back in the early 1900s the city of Altus, which i was born and raised, dammed the north fork of the Red River to make it into a lake. I spent a lot of time as a kid around the Wichita Mountains, Lake Altus, and the Red River. There is lots of adventure and wild life there. I refer to these places in most of my stories. Its part of me and it will always be part of me till the day I am not breathing any longer. There is a historical story about Lake Altus. A story I always knew about and I would like to share the story with you. http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y67/jwthebeast/familypics059.jpg Getting to the Bottom of the Story: the Town Beneath the Lake Each year as Lake Altus dwindles, people begin to recall the story of Lugert. Occasionally, because of heavy irrigation or a lack of rain, the remnants of the town are exposed. Then curious visitors look for souvenirs in the drying mud, or point to the locations of former buildings. But what happened to the town, some ask, and why is it beneath the lake? The story begins in 1883 with Frank Lugert, who immigrated to the United States from Austria. Only thirteen years old at the time, Frank traveled alone across the Atlantic to join a nineteen year old brother who lived in Wisconsin. After a third brother immigrated to the United States in 1885, Frank moved to Iowa. He became a naturalized citizen in 1891, and later moved to the Oklahoma Territory where he operated a general store and saloon. In 1893, Frank made the run into the Cherokee Strip, but sold his farm outside Perry a few years later and moved into town. When the Kiowa-Comanche-Apache reservation opened to settlement in 1901, Frank Lugert filed a claim on eighty acres near the base of the Wichita Mountains, bordered on the west by the North Fork of the Red River. He sold parcels of the land as town lots, and approximately one hundred people settled in or near the new community, named Lugert, within the first few years. But the days of the prosperous little town were numbered. On the afternoon of April 27, 1912, a tornado devastated Lugert. Forty-one of the forty-two buildings were destroyed. Five days later the Hobart Republic declared, "Lugert can be properly spoken of only in the past tense." Ironically, Frank Lugert's general store was the single structure that survived. Even the bank that stood nearby was reduced to rubble. The town never recovered from the disaster. Most of the residents left, but Frank Lugert stayed. He bought many of the lots as they were sold and even constructed new buildings. In 1926, Altus passed a $690,000 bond issue to build a dam on the North Fork of the Red River in the Wichita Mountains. The aim of the project was to create a stable water supply for the city. The resulting lake, named for the nearby town of Lugert, connected to a reservoir on the outskirts of Altus through a wooden pipeline. Along the sixteen-mile route, farmers tapped into the water carried from the lake. The success of their crops encouraged plans for an expanded "irrigation district" in Southwest Oklahoma. A new design came into being, known as the Altus Project, that called for a much larger dam to be constructed. Frank supported the Altus Project, but the new, bigger "Lake Altus" would cover the town of Lugert. As a part of the project (completed in 1947), the Lugert depot and grain elevator were relocated three-quarters of a mile to the east; Frank Lugert moved his inventory to a new store nearby. He continued to operate the business, first established in 1901, until a few years before his death in 1958. The passing of Frank Lugert marked the end of a notable life. From a childhood in Austria to old age in Southwest Oklahoma, Lugert's experience spanned the Atlantic Ocean, a land run and a land lottery, the founding of a town, a devastating tornado, and the creation of one, then another, lake. Today the water that covers the town Frank Lugert founded, that might seem to have washed away his memory, occasionally withdraws and reminds us again of a fascinating Southwest Oklahoma story. |
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Title: Re: It's Story-telling time! Post by Saffire_65 on Jul 17th, 2005, 6:07am ??? ??? ??? ??? its like reading history book with dates and events Joel. anyway i have enjoyed reading stories by kiana simply inspirational and joel's too. taking an insight of this truly strong willed young man. how i wish i could write like you guys but ohwell maybe someday :-/ |
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Title: Re: It's Story-telling time! Post by Wicked_Witch on Sep 6th, 2005, 2:08am Once, there was this boy in high school. He was skinny and wear thick eyeglasses. Most of the time he wear clothes to school that has seen better times. The other students always make fun of him. When they take lunchbreaks, he always stayed inside the room to eat what meager food his mom managed to pack for him. Sometimes it's just a leftover from last night. His father has a job. But he spent most of his paymoney drinking. Which he did almost everyday when he comes home. His mother was sickly so she stayed at home to take care of chores when she's feeling better. The father resented the fact that he's saddled up with a "useless" wife and he thought of his son as an added burden. So sometimes when he got too drunk, he beat either his wife or his son. The boy never had friends in school. Most of the time he had no time to dally around. He always had to hurry home to help his mother. And when he had free time, no one wants to spend time talking to him anyway. One day, he came home to find his mother dead. He never knew if she just got tired of living miserably, or if his father has beaten her to death that time. After they buried his mother, he pretty much lost the will to go on. One day while he was walking home with loads of his things from school, a girl accidentally knocked him off his feet. He lay sprawled on the wet ground with his books scattered all around him. "Oh, I'm really sorry!! I was not looking where I was going!" the girl said as she started to pick his things up. "It's ok, I was lost in thoughts, too." the boy akwardly replied to the girl. "Here, let me help you up. Why don't we sit up on that bench over there for a while? I think I knocked the wind out of you, clumsy that I am." The boy was greatful for the offer coz he was really feeling dizzy having nothing to eat since breakfast and its lunchtime. When they were already seated, the girl took something from her bag and offered it to the boy. "What is it?" the boy asked. "Food?" said the girl. "Oh, thank you. But I have just eaten my lunch." But the girl could see that the boy has not by the way he hungrily looked at what she's holding. "Oh please say you will help me eat all these? My mother thinks that as big as I am I need to eat a lot more! I tried to tell her it makes me bigger everyday but she just wont listen! Please...?" the girl beesechingly asked the boy. "But..." "If you dont eat this with me I will have to throw the leftover in the trashcan again! I cant take this back home with me coz my mom would know I did not eat all of it. And I dont want to hurt her feelings?" The boy shyly accepted what was being offered to him. While they were eating, they talked, and instantly became friends. She was the first person in school who has ever befriended him and he was grateful to her. Since then, they have met and talked in school regularly. Sometimes she would help him with his homework and sometimes bringing foodstuffs for him. The boy always looked at the girl with some adoration in his eyes. He saw her as an angel heaven sent to guide him. It gave him self-confidence too. Sometimes the bullies in school would taunt him about the girl. But their words ceased to hurt him. He has a friend now and the others dont matter anymore. The years passed by. Their friendship was still as strong as ever. And finally,the most awaited moment has come, their graduation from high school. It didnt surprised the girl when she learned that he is the class' valedictorian. She has always seen in him an intelligence that is being hindered by poverty. On that very day, he was called on stage to deliver his valedictory address. "My dear teachers, fellow students, and guests. It has been an honor for me to be standing here before you today. I have never imagined that one day I will grow up to be a man full of self confidence, and ready to face a new beginning. But I owe all of these to one person, my special friend who has always been there for me in all these years. She saved me from wasting my life...literally. You see...when I first met her, I was planning to commit suicide because I feel that my life has lost its worth already after my mother died." There was an audible gasp from the audience. The girl was looking up at him with slacked jaw. He then looked at the girl who was seated in the front row. "When you met me that day, do you remember that I have lots of books and things with me? Because I just cleaned up my locker and was on my way home. I also left a note in my locker so my father will know why I did it.Hoping to make him feel guilty. When you bumped into me and got my books muddy, I told myself it doesnt matter anymore.I will have no use for them now anyway. But you showed me kindness that I have never ever had from another human being. Everyday you have become my inspiration to strive harder. So I can have a better life and changed the past. Now, I am armed with something, knowledge and friends. I am ready to face any challenge that life will throw my way. And for all these, I would always be grateful to you, my special friend." He went down the stage and went to embrace the girl who was crying shamelessly now, to the applaud of the audience. |
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Title: Re: It's Story-telling time! Post by thebeast on Sep 7th, 2005, 1:55am Edith now that is a nice story. It gave me goosepimples. But after the guy embraced the crying girl you should of had him pull out a machine gun and killing everyone in the audience and yelling "THAT'S MY REVENGE ON ALL YOU SCUM BAGS!" LOL just kidding. I really liked your story a lot. :D |
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Title: Re: It's Story-telling time! Post by Wicked_Witch on Sep 9th, 2005, 6:33pm on 09/07/05 at 01:55:02, thebeast wrote:
Lol, Joel [smiley=roll.gif] [smiley=roll.gif] [smiley=roll.gif]. I wish I could be as versatile as you. You can mix comedy and action. But If I do that it will lose the impact. So I'm sticking to drama for now ;DThank you very much. Im glad you like it. ;)But I think I should have written this under "Inspirational Stories". Oh well... |
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Title: Re: It's Story-telling time! Post by Saffire_65 on Sep 25th, 2005, 5:49pm I've read this story somewhere before but ohwell i still get misty eyed from reading your version. thank you for sharing. I hope i'll find something to inspire me to go on just like that boy... |
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Title: Re: It's Story-telling time! Post by Wicked_Witch on Jan 5th, 2006, 4:25pm Thank you, Twinnie ;DI like reading and writing inspirational stories. Sometimes I improvise the settings and scenes to make it more colorful and touching for the readers. Sometimes I get them from hearing stories about people I know about. But most of all I like hearing success stories. I'll come back for more ;D.There's one that has been playing in my thoughts for some time now but I just can't get to writing it now. I need to be in a "writing" mood to be able to put the words together. ;) |
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