Short Stories

My Mom is always nagging me to write on my blog, but I can never think of anything to write about. So I decided to share some of my short stories that I write. So I am going to start with one of my favorite styles of writing that doesn't have a name yet.

Once upon a time, there was this boy named Freddie. Caterpillar's dietary habits differ depending on their elevation and habitat. Freddie was in Mr. Brown's ninth grade class. He will get a peg leg soon. Sally's dress has lace on it. Freddie went with his friend Rupert to get some ice cream. The Prime Meridian crosses England, as well as 52 North. Mr. Brown told his daughter, Sally, about Freddie's leg. The ice cream was rotten and had food poisoning. The peg leg maker was crazy, and he thought that he was the Hulk. Pi = 3.14159265478. Freddie got a small cut on his foot. The ice cream man was crazy too, and he thought that Freddie was William the Conquerer, so he decided to assassinate Freddie. The only even prime number is 2. Rupert was in love with Sally. Freddie's ice cream fell on his foot with the cut. Dr. Frankenstein was perfectly sane, but he thought he was crazy and he tried not to act like Dr. Frankenstein. The doctor who thought he was crazy amputated Freddie's foot. Energy equals mass times the square velocity of light in centimeters (E=MC2).


Morale: Don't mix up your notes.
Alternate Morale: Don't spill poisonous ice cream.

Summer Plans

This summer I want to mostly just relax and play Wii. My mom had a genius idea that was just too good to resist, though. I am going to make money by painting on sidewalk curbs!! Fire fighters use the address on the curbs to find the burning houses faster, so I could paint the numbers on all of the curbs! You have to admit, that is a pretty good idea.

P.S. If any of you are interested, just give me a call. Except for Grant and Carl and anyone else in Utah.