Post a *short* paragraph about your life.

[Luther073082]

Maybe a double post with this one. Sorry if it is

It was a cool crisp night in late summer. I was a young man of about 20 years. I was renting some movies at a local video store. I paid, thanked the clerk and started to walk out. A small child of less then two years ran ahead of me, tripped over my foot and before I could react jumped right back up and ran to the door. But her tripping had caused her to fail to reach the door in time and it closed on her. She pushed upon it with all her might but it was no use. The door was just too heavy for her little body.

I was on my way so I opened the door and walked out watching the child who ran and pushed on the exterior door of the vestibule. I stopped and looked around and saw no parents. I figured "maybe they are outside" So I walked out with her, watching her. There was no one outside. She stopped and began to cry hard.

No one was comming to her.

So I bent down and said "Honey, where is your mom?" She pointed out into a parking lot with just cars, no people and a road beyond it. I asked her again "Where is your mommy?" She continued to point crying.

I didn't know what to do. I could tell she wasn't going to walk with me inside and I knew if I picked her up I risked being charged with kidnapping. I wasn't leaving her either.

So I pulled out my cell phone to report and abandoned child. I had just got the 9 in and a van sqeeled into the parking lot. A woman jumped out, ran over and snatched her up.

She looked angry at me and said "thank you" but in a way that seemed to indicate that I shouldn't have gotten involved. I left the store mad about the whole thing and wondering why there isn't a test involved with becomming a parent.

 

[deliciousBass]

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[Inkachu]

Yeah I know. There's no excuse.

Well, like you said, you were just a little kid yourself...it just horrifies me that little kids go through such things...

 

[Inkachu]

Yeah I know. There's no excuse.

Well, like you said, you were just a little kid yourself...it just horrifies me that little kids go through such things...

 

[Mrs. Luther073082]

LOL. I had to stifle my laughter in my cubicle.

Toe babies?!!?!

I claim the phrase "toe babies", defined as babies that you make via mating with toes. People already stole "butt babies" from me. Toe babies is mine!

 

[deliciousBass]

I was on my way so I opened the door and walked out watching the child who ran and pushed on the exterior door of the vestibule.

Hehe, vestibule

Good story, Luther.

 

[Inkachu]

I was naked. I calmly started to wet my hair and then as I reached for the shampoo, I saw movement from between my feet. My eyes focused to see it. It was a creaturebeast as big as my toe. It could have mated with my toe and had toe babies. I screamed and the next thing I knew, I was outside of the shower and everything in the bathroom that was not supposed to get wet had gotten wet. I then proceeded to grab my robe and run away screaming, "ROOOOACCH". Soon the toe sized beast went to his watery grave in the toilet. The end. Fin.

Ahhhh, the creaturebeast!!!

Nutty, you are SO cute, I just love you lol.

 

[Mrs. Luther073082]

LOL. I had to stifle my laughter in my cubicle.

Toe babies?!!?!

I am hereby claiming the phrase "toe babies", defined as babies that you make by mating with toes. Toe babies is mine. People already stole "butt babies" from me.

 

[Mrs. Luther073082]

This one time, on CF, I was trying to make a post about butt and toe babies, and my post disapeared. So, I tried to search for my own posts to see where it went. I got an error saying I was only allowed to search every 30 seconds and to try again in something like 64543 seconds. This was very frustrating because butt and toe babies are serious business.

 

[Balugon]

And so they echoed "Sing to us. Sing to us." And a song was sung,
but the faces turned their attention to other things.

And so they echoed "Slave for us. Slave for us." And so one slaved,
and yet the faces turned their attention to other things.

And again, they echoed "Help us. Help us." And help came,
but then the faces turned their attention to other things.

And the one who labored lived in a forest. He helped and sang and slaved in a forest.
He was entrusted with the forest from a man he held dear. It was his responsibility
to upkeep the forest and keep it in healthful living condition. He never knew what he
looked like, as no bodies of water were around. Not a stream, or a river, or even a pond.
The closest thing he came to a reflection was from the mud puddles after it rained,
but even then, the reflection was murky and faint.

And the man wanted to see what he looked like very much. But the problem was,
even though a large body of water existed for him to gaze in over the way, there was
no equipment that was able to cross the canyon to get there. And so he solemning continued
his work, day after day, year after year. He rejoiced every time he saw a mud puddle,
though he knew there was so much more that could be there.

And the voices would cry out "Aid us. Aid us." And aid would come their way,
but their eyes never casted him a glance. And the voices would cry
"Where are u? Where are u?" And he would show, but by then they were already amused
at something else. And the voices started to echo "This is what you look like. This is what you look like."
But upon arrival, they were looking in mirrors; ones that their sharing of was fabled as standing
on the other side of the canyon was fabled. And so the laborer returned to where he had came from yet again.
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This story reflects those times when i recount my life and see how little people actually say "hey, i think ur really good in that area" or "i love this about u" or even "thanks." The mud puddles represent the once-in-a-great-while compliments, or even just mentionings, of the positive acts or dispositions i may have. Its ironic that people cant see what they are like without a mirror. And yet so many people have one and forget to turn theirs so others benefit from it.

And please dont start giving me pity compliments in this thread or PM's, if anyone was about to think to do that. If i even were to read them, i wouldn't consider them, as its incredibly different getting one that's within a situation as compared to getting one a person thought up because the other person mentioned it.

 

[Mrs. Luther073082]

Toe sized creature beasts must die!

 

[deliciousBass]

Wow, Balugon, that sounds kinda like you've got quite a writing talent. I had to read that a few times since it's kind of open to interpretation.

 

[GuacaMolly]

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[GuacaMolly]

I rolled over onto my back with a groan, my head was swimming. I brushed my hair away from my eyes and for a moment didn't recognize my surroundings. I then realized that I was in an apartment, and the memories of the night's party came flooding back to me. But..... this wasn't Jennifer's couch, it wasn't even her living room. Startled, I whipped my eyes around the dark room, trying to gain my bearings. That's when I realized that I wasn't alone.




My eyes focused in on a shadow that had just entered the room.

"Well hey sleepy head, I went to get you a drink and you passed out on me."

"Where are we? Where's Jennifer and everyone else?"

He walks towards me and sits on the couch, putting a hand on my thigh. I headed for the door, but he was bigger and faster and blocked my way, teasingly. When he grabbed the back of my neck and tried to kiss me, I pushed him hard back against the door, where the doorknob conveniently gave him a brutal kick to the kidney. My heart pounding, my stomach threatening to leap into my throat, I scrabbled with the lock and ran outside, the pavement cold and rough on my bare feet.

I found myself two doors down from the party and my so called friends. He didn't follow.

 

[GuacaMolly]

My story landed on #24

 

[GuacaMolly]

I rolled over onto my back with a groan, my head was swimming. I brushed my hair away from my eyes and for a moment didn't recognize my surroundings. I then realized that I was in an apartment, and the memories of the night's party came flooding back to me. But..... this wasn't Jennifer's couch, it wasn't even her living room. Startled, I whipped my eyes around the dark room, trying to gain my bearings. That's when I realized that I wasn't alone.




My eyes focused in on a shadow that had just entered the room.

"Well hey sleepy head, I went to get you a drink and you passed out on me."

"Where are we? Where's Jennifer and everyone else?"

He walks towards me and sits on the couch, putting a hand on my thigh. I headed for the door, but he was bigger and faster and blocked my way, teasingly. When he grabbed the back of my neck and tried to kiss me, I pushed him hard back against the door, where the doorknob conveniently gave him a brutal kick to the kidney. My heart pounding, my stomach threatening to leap into my throat, I scrabbled with the lock and ran outside, the pavement cold and rough on my bare feet.

I found myself two doors down from the party and my so called friends. He didn't follow.

If anyone else does read this, for the record nothing had happened and this was about 4 years ago, so no stone throwing kthx

 

[Inkachu]

*continuing*

...I hurriedly unlocked the door, and my neighbor came in shrieking in the most horrible way, her eyes were popping out and she was screaming "John! John!", which is my father's name. I told her my parents weren't there, and then Chris said to me, "Your dad has a gun, right?"

All the while, I'm on the phone with the 911 dispatcher, people are screaming all around me, I'm trying to give the correct address on the phone, my neighbor is just bonkers out of her head, shouting "They're killing Bill! (her husband) they're killing Bill!"

Chris starts cussing like a sailor, saying he's going to kill the guys, and since I've locked the door, he starts opening a window to climb out it, but his mother grabs him and stops him.

I'm shouting at the dispatcher to HURRY UP with the stupid cops (you know they take forever when somebody's being killed, right?) and I'm trying to herd Chris and his mother into the hallway where the guys with the guns won't be able to see us and shoot us through the windows, cause APPARENTLY they're guys that know Chris and this whole mess is all about drugs.

I'm shaking so bad I can hardly hold the phone at this point and I'm begging them both to stop screaming because my 2 year old son is asleep right down the hall, and then I think, what if they break into his window and get into his room??

Then I hear someone banging on the door...and then banging on the picture window in the living room...

 

[songz777]

" Buried treasure waiting for someone to make an effort to dig and discover what wealth there is"

 

[quitespirit]

*continuing*

...I hurriedly unlocked the door, and my neighbor came in shrieking in the most horrible way, her eyes were popping out and she was screaming "John! John!", which is my father's name. I told her my parents weren't there, and then Chris said to me, "Your dad has a gun, right?"

All the while, I'm on the phone with the 911 dispatcher, people are screaming all around me, I'm trying to give the correct address on the phone, my neighbor is just bonkers out of her head, shouting "They're killing Bill! (her husband) they're killing Bill!"

Chris starts cussing like a sailor, saying he's going to kill the guys, and since I've locked the door, he starts opening a window to climb out it, but his mother grabs him and stops him.

I'm shouting at the dispatcher to HURRY UP with the stupid cops (you know they take forever when somebody's being killed, right?) and I'm trying to herd Chris and his mother into the hallway where the guys with the guns won't be able to see us and shoot us through the windows, cause APPARENTLY they're guys that know Chris and this whole mess is all about drugs.

I'm shaking so bad I can hardly hold the phone at this point and I'm begging them both to stop screaming because my 2 year old son is asleep right down the hall, and then I think, what if they break into his window and get into his room??

Then I hear someone banging on the door...and then banging on the picture window in the living room...

Seriously, must you stop?...thanks,bye.

 

[deliciousBass]

Seriously, must you stop?...thanks,bye.

Ya really... moar plz.