Friday, October 10, 2008

Once there was a way
To get back homeward

In the process of moving, I found a short story I wrote as a kid.

(I miss you and still love you, buddy.)

I am guessing it was 3rd grade or whenever you start to learn cursive, because it is written in this deliberate, shaky script.

Although, I gotta give it up. It's in pencil and nothing was erased. I have to assume this work of genius was a first draft.

Without further ado, I give you...

The Strwaberry that ate Chicago

Two kids and one lady are roasting cockroach flavored apples. Two more girls are eating them. One says, "Mmmmmmm! They are my favorite!"

The other says, "Strawberries are my favorite." Everyone said yeah and dove for the strawberries.

A girl reached for one and says, "It's as tough as shoe leather."

All the strawberries started to grow.

One ate the lady.

A girl who was playing guitar bashed it on one and said, "It's as hard as a rock!!!!

The strawberries ate the girls and rolled into a huddle.

The leader assigned cities to eat, such as Dallas, San Diego and Chicago.

The leader ate Chicago, so we'll follow him. He started on the South Side. After he gobbled that up, he swallowed Lake Michigan.

His stomach seemed like a bottomless pit and he was as big as the Sears Tower so he ate the Sears Tower and was twice as big!

One thing- he saved 60% of the people. 40%, he ate.

He ate the rest of Chicago and rolled around until he found his fellow strawberries.

When he found them, he ate them.

Then he ate all the major cities except Los Angeles, then he became king of the world.

Everyone liked him.

Why? Because he had no more problems with hunger because he bounced up to the moon and gradually ate it.

Everyone lived happily ever after.

By the way, he didn't eat Los Angeles because it was his capital.

(^^Maui, helicopter.)

I swear, that is word for word. Can you believe I ripped that thing off on the first draft?!

(shaky blair witch humpbacks)

Me neither. Me neither.

My grandmother died this morning.

My dad's mom.

I hope she finds peace.


I see the love there that's sleeping.

I don't know why nobody told you.

How to unfold your love.

They bought and sold you.



Anonymous Joe said...

Dude, Queenie told us about your grandma last night at dinner. Sorry to hear about your loss.

5:32 PM  
Blogger Joe said...


Forgive me for being obtuse... I'm scratching my head trying to figure out who you are?

6:15 PM  
Anonymous Joe said...

Used to live in BD and did a bit with BDCT. Met you a couple times when you came home to visit. Terry got me hooked on the blog. Would have emailed, but lost your address when my account was 'upgraded.'

8:49 PM  
Blogger Eve Grey said...

Aww, sorry about your nana.

11:37 PM  
Blogger P. said...

I can't believe that no one has commented on your awesome story. Quite entertaining.

9:57 PM  

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