Author: mydogslifes

im a bored person

Short story 2 – Boy

He sat in the corner of the cafeteria, all by himself. Nobody even looked at him, but he could tell what they were thinking.

  • “stupid”
  • “he looks so lonely”
  • “what a lame-o”
  • “depressed”
  • “emo”
  • “lonely”
  • “dumb”
  • “gay”
  • “weird”

The list goes on for a while.

No one has ever seen the boy eat, he is as skinny as a stick, but he still wears clothes that are two sized too big, mostly hoodies. The boy sat there, shaking and nervously looking around. Three other men walked up to the boy’s table.

“Hey faggot, what are you eating?” One of them asked.

“Nothing? Well, that’s not healthy. Why don’t you have some pain?” Another said, just before the three men started punching and kicking the boy until he fell out of his chair. Even after the boy fell, they continued to beat him up. One of the boys wouldn’t stop pounding his stomach. The boy felt bile rush up his throat, and suddenly he threw up the burning liquid. Spitting and coughing, the boy then realized the bullies were stunned in disgust. This only lasted a few minutes before they started up again. They do the same in the halls and annoy him constantly in class.

This has been the boy’s daily schedule for the past three months. It only changes when there was a new kid. The boy had almost every class with the new kid. They quickly became friends. The boy got better everyday, and he was finally able to stand up to the bullies.

The boy’s life got better everyday, all thanks to his supportive friend, who was able to convince him to get better.

The end.

 

Short story 1 – Julie the Rabbit

Once up on a time, there was a little rabbit. The rabbit was known as Julie. Over the course of 3 years, Julie grew into a beautiful rabbit. She has many stories to tell her many children and loving husband.

“On October 12, 2013, I ran into a large bird. The bird had many feathers and was much larger than me! I happened to jump right on top of its feathery back. It squeaked loudly in distress and attempted to fly away. I managed to stay on top of the black bird’s back while it flew around the city. As we flew, I saw a magical puff of grey clouds. We got closer and closer and closer,” she would recall.

The younglings would always respond, “what happened next?”

Julie would then say, “Then, it was time for all 36 little bunnies to go to bed.”

The kids would all groan, and hop off to their respective beds.

This happened every night. Julie’s brain was filled to the brim with creative juices, so she had to find a way to empty it all out once in a while. The kids loved the stories just as much as Julie loved to tell them.

That night, all slept well. Their dreams were filled with adventures of little rabbits riding on birds, seeing all of the city. They slept soundly throughout the whole night, and not a bunny was woken by the stomping of the people above their burrow. In the morning, all the rabbits left there burrow.

The wind started blowing, the weather turned from a nice sunny day to a grey and rainy day. The rabbits tried to get back to their burrow, but it was flooded. The rabbits spread out. Julie ran off into the forest area with a few of her children. She hopped and bounced until she found a nice patch of dirt. Her and the children started to dig. They dug a new burrow and hid deep underground until the storm passed.

Julie knew that once she found the other half of her family, she would have a story to tell, and a story to listen too. All she had to do now was wait.