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Story writing

Published June 7, 2015 by GenYMission

So, the other day I was texting with my sister, and we were bored so decided to play the take turns writing  sentences to tell a story game. (Some of them ended up a couple of sentences, and a couple of them half sentences.)

I asked her if I could post the results on here, and she said yes. It got a little bit… interesting shall we say?

So here, I give you, The story of the rabbit dragon king!

Sister: Once upon a time,

Me: There was a world just like ours today, in fact, it was today!

Sister: Mr Fluffybunnykins was in the meadows of Macadamia.

Me: He was sure it was just another day, but alas, something was going to happen.

Sister: The dragon of Grand Central Macadamia was just awakening!

Me: Mr. Fluffy Bunny Guy was just nibbling at the macadamia fields, as the dragon spread his large wings and coughed a puff of flames.

Sister: It burnt his fluffy tail off!

Me: The rabbit was mortified, as tailless bunnies were often shunned in his community, so he knew he had to do something about it!

Sister: He got a false tail!

Me: So, he could function for a short while, but after a while he noticed other animals with fake tails too.

Sister: He was happy once again!

Me: BUT HE FORMS A GROUP WHO ALSO HAS GRUDGES AGAINST THE DRAGON AND WANTS TO SEEK VENGEANCE UPON HIS FIERY SOUL!!!

Sister: He and everyone with a false tail charged up the mountain AND…

Me: The dragon saw them coming and started crying.

Sister: They stopped to ask questions.

Me: “I’m sorry!” He exclaimed “I just have seasonal allergies!” *Sniff*

Sister:He sneezed and almost killed people.

Me: “OKAY FINE! I’ll see a doctor”

Sister: NO, WE WILL BRING THE DOCTOR TO YOU!” Said Mr. False tail.

Me: None of them knew any doctors so they all jumped on the dragon, which really only tickle him as he had a bunch of rabbits and squirrels and field mice were skittering across his scales.

Sister: The dragon laughed so hard he cried.

Me: He sneezed and produced a giant flame.

Sister: Killing half of the village.

Me: He felt so bad he started sobbing. 

Sister:They had to spear the dragon in the side, unleashing 1,000 gallons of blood and skinned him like a buck.

Me: Mr. Fluffy bunny tail took the dragons tail spikes and made them into a crown, and used a piece of his leathery skin as a cape.

Sister: He was king of the dragons.

Me: The end!

Obviously the story took an unexpectedly violent turn. But, I guess the animals wanted to stop the fiery injustice that was overtaking the village…

I really don’t know what happened, one minute my sister wants the story to end in a happy go lucky way, and I try and make it a bit more interesting and suddenly she decides “DRAGON DEATH!!! KILL THE DRAGON!!! UNLEASH ALL THE BLOOD!!! VIOLENCE!!!!

(I love you, sister)

Anyways, that’s the end! I hope you enjoyed it…

Thank you, sister, for the story writing and letting me post this! You are super!

and thank you readers for reading! You’re awesome! 🙂

Root beer floats

Published June 2, 2015 by GenYMission

Wow! 50 followers! I know some of you have more than that, but this is a great milestone for me! So, as promised, here is a short story written by me.

Street corner coffee shops suck. I suppose they are nice when you are an inspired author sipping a latte, or a teen chatting with friends over some mochachinos, but when your a 20 something who flunked out of college because your major was too ambitious, and your only option was a job at the busiest coffee shop in New York, than they suck.

I sighed in exhaustion as I collapsed into the bar stool. Today had been a particularly exhausting day. I really needed something stronger than coffee.

“One root beer float, extra ice cream” I said to the waiter.

Happy swirls ice cream bar was my ultimate place of relief.

As I waited for my float, a man with the hazel-eat eyes and the most medium brown hair walked into the shop.

He came into the coffee shop sometimes. I always noticed when he was there.

He walked up to the counter and sat a few stools down from me. “One root beer float, extra root beer” he said to the man.

He liked root beer floats too? This was too perfect!

I was staring at him, he looked up at me. I panicked and looked down.

The waiter sat my float in front of me.

Hazel eyes looked up and said “you like root beer floats too huh?”

“Yeah, with extra ice cream” and grinned

Well, that’s really not too great. A little cheesy.

I have a few big story ideas, I just have trouble getting them on paper (also I HATE naming the characters, that is the WORST part for me)

Anyways, thank you guys so much for following me. I’m going to try and bring back story time Saturday, this time with more fiction.

You guys are all awesome and beautiful and wonderful!!! 

Until next time, my dear readership 😉

Story time Saturday: I get a dog

Published January 31, 2015 by GenYMission

When I was a child…

My parents must have wanted me to be a dog person. We didn’t have a pet for the first three years of my life (We did get a goldfish for a brief 24 hour period, who was lovingly named ‘Goldie’ but that hadn’t lasted long)

My parents did tell me they had a dachshund named Frank before I was born, but got rid of him because he was a mean dog.

My parents were dog people though, so by the time I was three, they must have decided they wanted me to grow up with a dog.

So, for my third birthday we went to the house of a dog breeder, who bred Golden Retrievers. I was excited, because there was a fenced in area with a whole bunch of fuzzy puppies running around and I thought I’d get to choose my own.

But before I could walk up to the fence and pick my soul mate, the lady was back and I turned and she already had a puppy in her arms. She told me this puppy would be going home with me.

I was a little disappointed because I had wanted a girl puppy and this one was a boy. But, I decided that any puppy would do, and this one looked pretty fluffy anyways.

I knew that the puppy needed a name, so before we got home, I had a bunch of names already whirling around inside my 3-year-old brain.

Should we call him… Goldie… no that was goldfishie’s name… Cookie?…no someone might try to eat him…

“Flashlight!” I exclaimed finally

“What?” My mom replied.

“His name should be Flashlight” I answered enthusiastically “Or tiny”

But after discussion, my parents did not go along with my hard thought out names, but convinced me that “Sampson” was a much more suitable name for this dog.

I ended up agreeing.

I suppose he ended up with that name because Sampson in the Bible was strong and brave, however this dog could not have been more the opposite.

Retrievers  love water, right? Not this one!

We tried to bathe him or throw him in my foot deep kiddie pool a few times, but he would run away with his tail between his legs.

He was also afraid of cats, once my dad took him out to the garage to chase away a cat that had gotten in and instead of chasing out the cat, he tucked his tail between his legs and pooped on the floor.

It’s just occurred to me now that this dog and I had some things in common, we both had some strangely irrational fears.

Anyways, besides Sampson’s strange fears as a retriever, he was an incredibly friendly dog, like retrievers are supposed to be.

He would let me or my cousins lay on his back like he was a pillow when we were watching T.V.

Unfortunately only 4 years later, we had to give him up, but that’s another story.

#StoryTimeSaturday: A childhood fear.

Published January 24, 2015 by GenYMission

Good afternoon my dear readers. Having a good weekend? Or just day in general if you happen to be reading this on a Monday through Friday?

I thought I should post something today even though I don’t have an update on my schedule or an answer to the previous question I asked. Besides, it”s the weekend, and weekends deserve something light. Something I can look forward to writing instead of me just ranting and spilling my stresses or whatever.

Therefor, I’ve decided to start a routine weekend posting called #StorytimeSaturdays! (Yes, I just used a #hashtag)

So each Saturday, instead of telling you what happened this week, I will tell you a story.

It’s true that technically telling you about what happened in my life today or yesterday or whenever is technically a story, but for Story Time Saturdays, I will either reach back a little farther and tell you about an interesting story that has happened at least a year ago, or I will make up a story.

This is the first official Story Time Saturday, so in honor of that, it will be a real story.

I had some very irrational fears as a child.

Some of them had some really legitimate reasons for why I was deathly afraid of them.

One of these totally acceptable fears started when I was two years old. My mom and I were in the bathroom at the mall. I had never really experienced the trauma of automatic flush toilets before then, so I had no idea what was coming.

I was just sitting on the potty, and it flushed! with no explanation, WHILE I WAS SITTING ON IT!!!

I proceeded to slide across the bathroom floor on my knees, and public bathrooms became the epitome of terrifying for the next 5 years.

I wouldn’t use any public bathroom that I wasn’t used to, so, this caused some issues when we were traveling.

My Mom would have to say something like “Yes child, remember, you used this bathroom back 100 miles ago”

Apparently this fear was so severe, that when I was 5 I had to go to a therapist because of it.

And the first one failed to cure me of my fear, and just thought I was so troubled I got sent to a different therapist.

After a time, my parents stopped sending me to a therapist and I got over the fear when I was like 7 or 8.

I’m pretty sure it was a traumatizing length of time for my parents too.

So, readers, I hope you enjoyed my StoryTime Saturday, and I look forward to blogging again.