What is your story?!
Question: Whoever is most creative wins.
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I went into a small store. A man held a gun to my head. He said "give me your wallet." I said "no, you can't have it, i left it at my great aunts house." he said "okay, then give me your socks." so i gave him my socks and he was then found and named the sock stealer.
(this is not a true story)
i got attacked by a butterfly and i ran screaming/sprinting down the street and people thought i was mental.
I didn't vote for bush but I got him as a President. Now that's a tough story huh?!!!
I was Xena and I fought some bad guys when I died.Please answer this question:http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;...
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A baby, toddler, kid, teenager, and college student trying to figure out what to do in life and how to do it right.
A young woman on her way to town broke her journey by staying with friends at an old manor house. Her bedroom looked out to the carriage sweep at the front door. It was a moonlit night, and she found it difficult to sleep. As the clock outside her bedroom door struck 12, she heard the noise of horses' hooves on the gravel outside, and the sound of wheels.
She got up and went over to the window to see who could be arriving at that time of night. The moonlight was very bright, and she saw a hearse drive up to the door. It hadn't a coffin in it; instead it was crowded with people. The coachman sat high up on the box: as he came opposite the window he drew up and turned his head. His face terrified her, and he said in a distinct voice, "There's room for one more."
She drew the curtain, ran back to bed, and covered her head with the bedclothes. In the morning she was not quite sure whether it had been a dream, or whether she had really got out of bed and seen the hearse, but she was glad to go up to town and leave the old house behind her.
She was shopping in a big store which had an elevator in it -- an up-to-date thing at that time. She was on the top floor, and went to the elevator to go down. It was rather crowded, but as she came up to it, the elevator operator turned his head and said, "There's room for one more."
It was the face of the coachman of the hearse. "No, thank you," said the girl. "I'll walk down." She turned away, the elevator doors clanged, there was a terrible rush and screaming and shouting, and then a great clatter and thud. The elevator had fallen and every person in it was killed!
I am a gothic and I have been to the north pole 180000 times and that only was when i was 2 years old and I could read by then... I became an model and as pretty i was i quit.
that's not my real story.
i was a little unicorn, and one day i was walking on a volcano. i jumped and some how came to a stop sign. it said "i like pie", i asked it why it talked it said "because i like pie". so i kept walking up the volcano, but it started raining ice cube containers. i caught some, then ate them, then the rest i read a story too. the runt of the litter flew away, so i used my telekensis to bring it back. it turned in to a cactus, and then shot me with a flower gun. i had to go to the hospital, because i had lung cancer, but oprah cured me with a popsicle.
THE END! or is it?
oh yeah...it is
I was immaculately conceived by lightning and water. after the third moon from St Swithens day. I crawled the earth in search of my soul and discovered I had powers that of no one else. I sprang like a puma, darted like a skylark, I followed the trail to the end where I met my nemesis, reality...it bites.
oh my lawd jesus. i had gone to walmart looking for some stockings because i had a gentleman friend coming over to visit. and i was fixin to cook some collard green and cornbread gurl. and what had happened was while i was looking at some fishnets a black man in a walmart 'can i help you' vest came by and said that he wanted to slap tylandria with a cream cheese bagel. i said well if they's gon do that i hope they can give me a reservation to red lobster. and then we went and danced :]
My Story
I was a happy young child at first, just a few years old. I was always feeling sick, and weak. I was taken to the doctor. My family thought I had come down with the flu. Instead, it was Blood Cancer. I remained in a hospital for 3 years, undertaking chemotherapy and numerous surgeries. It was a battle for life. When I was 6, I was released from the hospital. I was finally cured. My life was turned back around. I was healthy, as I am still today. And I have learned, to live everyday as if it were your life, because you never know when it will be taken away from you.
Born in Washington DC, the love child product of two Air Force Staff Sergeants, I was given the name my mother picked out.
My father was on a military assignment and did not get back until I was 3 days old. He changed my name to the one he promised his 3 star General in Korea he was going to name his first born daughter.
So I was Brenda Gay for 3 days then my name was changed to Cydne Gay.
Need I say more?