There was once a boy who lived among the trees. He didn't know many words, only the words of nature. He would buzz along with the rustling leaves and sway as a breeze blew by. The trees were his friends. They were always there for him when he needed them. They grounded him. The were sturdy and strong, and he was always able to hold onto one of their strong branches if he ever fell faint. The trees were his friends. They would provide shade for him in the summer when it was hot. They covered him from the heavy downfall of the rain, and in winter, he would seek refuge in the pine trees which always tickled him. The trees were his friends. They would always keep him safe and healthy. There was always enough food which the handed him whenever he felt hungry. He quickly learned which trees were the nice trees and which where the mean trees. The mean trees would give him icky food which he didn't like and made him feel all gross inside. No matter what he did to try to pursuade them, the would continue to hand him icky food. The nice trees gave him foods that were tasty. They would give him juicy orange food and red one's with a skin over it. Sometimes they would give him sweet things and sometimes they would give him sour things, that would cause his face to pucker up and made him laugh at his reflection the the water pool. He especially liked the tree which gave him a food that made him feel all jittery and tingly inside. The tree was decorated with yellow flowers with purple spots, and its star shaped food. When he cracked it open, a few white seeds lay inside. The food smelled sweet and although the first bite made him grimace, it quickly became sweet as he continued to chew. The young boy would name the trees. The mean tree who gave him red berries was named 'Holy'. The tree with orange food was called 'Orang'. The tree that handed him the red skinned food was called 'Appl'. And his very favorite tree was named 'Kola'. He would hang out with Kola a lot. He would swing on her branches and her leaves would rustle as if she was laughing at his antics. Kola became his best friend growing up and he would always make sure to come to her each and every night. But one day, the young boy heard a strange buzzing noise. He had never heard it before. Frightened, he raced towards Kola, hoping to hide in her branches and leaves. But Kola wasn't there. Instead, another human was talking while Kola lay on the ground, he branches broken and her leaves splayed on the dirt. Frightened by the large man, he raced away, leaving his poor Kola behind. The boy didn't know where he was running before BAM! He ran into another thing. But this thing wasn't rough like bark. It was soft. It was a girl! "Ow." She said, rubbing her hand on her head where a bruise was beginning to form. He looked at her wide eyed. "Hey, what's your name?" She asked the boy in front of her.The boy was confused. What was she saying? "Kola! Kola!" He said to her, trying to explain that his lovely Kola was on the ground. "Oh your name's Kola? That's an interesting name. I'm Jojo!" She smiled. "C'mon, my family's doing a barbeque." She grabbed his hand and dragged him along, despite him trying to go back to his Kola tree. "Kola! Kola!" She brought him over to their campfire. At the smell of smoked meat, the boys mouth salivated. The prospect of food was more appealing than whatever the girl was yabbing on about. He didn't know what a 'ment' was nor did he know what a 'campire' was. "We cook marshmallow poos by the campfire, but we make most of the food on the grill." She explained. At the sound of the word, food, one of the few words he understood, the boy perked up and raced towards where her pointed figure lay and where the chunks of smokey food lay. He licked his lips, hovering over the grill. He reached his hand out, ready to snatch the meat off of the grill. "Hey, no!" Jojo scolded, slapping his hand away. "No taking food off the grill." he shied away from her glare. "Jojo! Jojo!" He heard a voice yell from the outskirts of the open ground. He watched as the leaves rustled and the man he saw before appeared."Oh, who's this?" The man asked. "This is just a friend. What did you want to tell me?" She asked. "Well, we found what we wanter. The fruit on it was very delicious. I think we could use it later on for a food or beverage. Yet I don't have a clue on what to call it. Here, I brought some for you to try. Maybe you can think of a name for it." He handed her an opened shell, filled with the white seeds. She removed one and popped it in her mouth, and pulled a face and looked at him, yet seeing the unimpressed expression from him, she continued on chewing. She tasted as the seed became sweet in her mouth. "Mmmm. Yeah, pretty good. But I don't know what you'd call it." She removed the shell and offered her hand filled with the white seeds to tbe boy next to her. He grabbed the seeds in a fist before popping all of them in his mouth. He chewed them, a knowing look crossing his face. "Kola! Kola!" He exclaimed with a happy grin. Jojo looked at the man in front of her, an amused grin on her face as the boy began jumping up and down hollering the word Kola continuously. "Well, there you have it. Call it Kola."
there was once a beautiful girl named Kola. she was so beautiful that even a frozen heart can melt. she was the most endearing girl you could ever meet.she's kind smart witty and all the wonderful traits you could ever give to her. but she had no concern for other guys she could only think about the boy across their room, they were separated by a grill to prevent people from jumping off the building. one day while Kola was busy staring at the most gorgeous man she saw, she was startled because for the first time, that man looked back at her and smiled. Heaven knows she almost fainted when she saw those dimples of his.then when she thought that things couldnt be better,she saw him pouted at you."oh how luscious his lips was" Kola thought to herself. the man did various gestures to her, which made her ovaries explode countless times. then the last thing he did was threw a paper airplane at you. you caught it and opened it. All it said was......... your professor is looking at you*wink* that's how Kola met her future.By Looking at the Grills that separates them. -Fin-
There were two tomatoes one was large the other was small it was a saturday night's chill that killed the smaller tomato but before it died it said."Don't worry just plant these seeds and wait for 6 years for me to be back again. (Song: see you again by charlie puth) A year passed by when the large tomato died because of sadness. 5 years later..... "Im back" but the large tomato, his friend was nowhere to be seen. He saw a letter (Letter's content) I knew this day would come We were not ready The chain that connected us broke But in your time And you will go here The chain will link again. In an instant, the tomato killed himself. This is a story that reflects true friendship. Copyright:christian20
Once upon a time, there were two gardeners, seperated by a white picket fence. The gardener on the left side of the fence wouls grow tomatoes. White wonder, marvel stripe, Cherokee purple, Brqndywire, sun gold, Cherry and plum. His tomatoes were the best tomatoes ever. The gardener over on the right side of the fence would grow lettuce. Boston, red leaf, iceberg, bib, endive, radiccino, romaine. His lettuce was the best lettuce ever. "Hello, neighbor! Orange you glad to see me?" "I donut want to taco about it" "Why not? I'm so appeeling. Penne for your thoughts?" "You butter back off." This would continue between the two neighbors on opposite sides of the fence. Always a white picket fence separating them. "Hey neighbor, what're you working on?" "Just tending to my garden. I'm growing tomatoes." "Pft, tomatoes? Those small little things. No, you need to start growing some real food. I'm growing letttuce." "Lettuce? You call that real food?" "Yes. My lettuce is so large. It's as big as me head!" "You definitely have a big head. And my tomatoes are large. My plum tomatoes, sometimes I can't even wrap my hands around them." "Why don't you bring over your tomatoes and we can see how large those puppies are." "Fine, and we cam see how big your head is." "You mean my lettuce?" "Yeah, sure." The next day, the neighbor on the left side of the fence opened the door and stepped out of his garden into another. He glanced around, his plum tomatoes in a brown mesh bag carried in his left hand. "Hey neighbor! C'mon in!" "You have your lettuce? I have my tomatoes!" "Okay, on three we show each other. Ready? One two three!" The both pulled out thier respective items from behind their back. "Whoa, your tomatoes are so large." "And you weren't kidding. Your lettuce is as large as your leas."" "Here you chop up the tomatoes, and I'll chop up the lettuce." They threw them both into the bowl, tossed them and mixed with some dressing. "Mmmm. This is really good." "Well you know what they say: it takes two to mango."
It actually is a giveaway. It doesn't say free. But it is a giveaway. I'm not asking for an item. Just a story. If no story is good I give them to random people.
Once upon a time there was a king who lived in the castle but this king was no ordinary king he was very evil. He would not help his loyal subjects. He would not help the hungry children in need. All he did was hoard his jewels and money in his castle. None of the people knew what to do. They were very hungry but the evil king would not help them at all. The people would hide in the sewers, trying to hide from the tax collectors who would scour the town, taking what little the town had left. But this sewer would also act as a means of communication. Away from the prying eyes and ears of the royal guards amd evil king. The people would gather in the sewers, writing messages to each other on how to overthrow the king. They would write on dried pieces of wood and used crushed berries and flowers because they didn't have the money for paper and ink. 'Down with the king' they would write in large angry letters. They plotted the wventual murder of the king and a robbery to return all of the items he had collected over the years in order to regain peace and the end of his reign. And before they left, each piece of tree bark with a message detailing the kings demise would be placed in the water of the sewage and flushed away. The town became anxious, ready to strike. They began leaving making arrows to shoot into an open window where the ling would lay endlessly, laying in the luxuries which he stolw from the people. They also began writing messages, hoping to torture the king like he did to them. A message would be tied to an arrow and shot threw the open window. You didn't care about me, shame on you At first, the king was furious. He caused a large fuss, trying to get the people thrown in the dungeon, but there was no evidence against any of the townspeople. Another message was shot threw the window. You stole my money, shame on you. The king went ballistic. He ordered the guards to find out whoever shot the arrow or wrote the message and to kill them instantly. But again, the king and guards were always too disconnected with the people of the town that they had no idea where to look in the first place. You didn't give me any food or water, shame on you. The king ordered the guards to kidnap one, any of the townspeople and kill them. He was crazy with rage. How dare a common peasant defy him, the holy king and son of the gods. Soon, another arrow shot threw his window. You left me to die, shame on you He ripped out the arrow, the numerous arrows would always lambs in the same space. He has no idea what too do anymore. His idiot guards wouldn't track down and kill the people. He had no choice but too surrender. The king grabbed a white shirt, taken from one of the townspeople. From the type of the shirt, he guessed it was for someone's wedding. He laughed, the common folk having weddings and other types of ceremonies. He was the only one with money left in the whole kingdom. He also grabbed his gold staff, made from the melted down gold teeth of the townspeople. This staff coat a pretty penny. He wrapped the shirt arm holes around the staff, ready to fly it or the window. But before he could make it, another arrow flew threw the air, hitting him in the head. He fell back and landed on the ground as blood spattered from his head. The king was dead. The blood from his head bled onto the white blouse, staining it from white to red. And it is now your turn to die.
A man stood there, glancing out the window, what was he thinking? I stood there not daring to move or speak, he turned and my heart raced. Adrian sat by his desk as a woman approached him, he glanced up at her, "Yes?" "Adrian, we need to talk," "Sorry but who are you," "You don't remember the girl you got pregnant in high school? Y'know before you were swimming in fame and fortune," "Oh..." He replied stunned, "um...hey what do you need?" "I want you to find our son, the one you gave up for adoption," "You're joking me right?" He laughed, "that's a shot in the dark," "I didn't want to do this Adrian but either find him or I'm sure your agency would get ruined after i accidentally leak a video online," "Can't I just pay you a certain amount of money? Come on Kay be reasonable." "Be a shame if your agency got ruined, wouldn't it?" "Fine," "Good," It had been days since Kay approached Adrian about their child, "how am I meant to find my son?" Adrian whispered under his breath as he paced back and fourth. Suddenly he was interrupted by his assistant, Tracey, "Hey Adrian your-" "-get outta here, this isn't the time!" He snapped "Sorry!" She replied as she backed out of the room. "I'm sorry Trace, anyways what were you going to say?" "your wife is here to see you," "Ok, I'll be out in a minute," He took a deep breath and walked out, "Hey Tori, what brings you here?" "You forgot?" "Oh right lunch, let's go down to this cafe down the street," The two of them exited the building and walked towards the cafe, they entered and lined up. "So how's being principal going?" Adrian asked trying to seem interested. "It's honestly really annoying, thank god there was no school today." "How's it bad?" "Jay has been in my office day after day, I've left voice messages day after day yet his parents don't bother to turn up. Honestly being the year ten coordinator is a pain." They reached the front and ordered their food before taking it to a table, "Why don't you just stop by their house?" Adrian asked, "I've tried but his parents won't budge, their house isn't exactly what we would call liveable," They continued to talk until, "I'll see you at home because I'd better get back to the agency before something goes wrong." I texted Kay about our son, she didn't really know much except that he was 16. It took several days of research to find all the orphans that were given up in 1999. He called up the orphanage several times until, "so his names Jason Daniels and he attends Wilson High?" He dropped by the school and walked towards the principals office. He explained everything to the principal, she agreed to tell Jason that he could get a job as an assistant at 'Triff Music Agency'. Later that day Jason dropped by my office, his heart was beating, Adrian turned around and sat down in his office chair, "Take a seat Jason," He approached the desk and sat down in the chair opposite Adrian. "Do you know why you're here Jason?" "Yeah, for the assistant job," "Ok Jason, I have some news that will probably freak you out," "Yeah?" Suddenly the doors opened, Tori walked in and approached the desk. "Hey Adrian do you-" she paused, "oh! Hey Jay," she said trying to put the pieces together. Adrian looked up stunned, "Tori can you leave? Please," She left and as Adrian told Jason or 'Jay' the news, his expression changed from nervous to shocked. Jay had so many questions bubbling inside of him as he walked home, wondering what had just happened, was it just a dream? Jay walked into his home and looked at his mother, drunk as usual and lying on the coach. "Should I take Adrian's offer to move in with my birth mum or him?" He thought to himself, "I guess theres only one way to find out," he whispered gazing out of the window with a smirk.