(Here’s my re-posting of a story idea. Enjoy!)
Hi, my name is Jackie.
Your name is Diary.
Now that we’re introduced, I probably should tell you why I started writing in you. One, Spock (my siamese cat) can’t carry a decent conversation to save one of his nine lives. Two, my best friend Heather finally decided to move to our eastern division of Chrysanthemum Catering. We’d been best friends since we could talk, well mostly since she could talk, I listened.
When I asked her why she had to go, she said something about how the city was constantly being destroyed in the battles between Superheros and Villains. I guess I can understand that. I mean if I woke up one morning and found that the wall dividing my home from the morning air was gone, I’d be upset too. So she left earlier this week, and I’m already am going crazy. Yesturday, I had an entire conversation with Spock, who in disdain for my humanity, said “Mrow” and went into the kitchen to nibble on the leftovers from breakfast in a bowl.
I guess I should try to make more friends, but honestly, everyone at the office is so busy. In a big city on the east coast, Crown City to be specific, a catering business has alot to do. And to pay for the rent on my apartment, which is about a king’s ransom a month, I have to work not only in the office for scheduling, but work the events as well. Tonight, I have a major event to work.
The Mayor is deciding to present another key to the city to Powerhouse, a stud in spandex that just saved us yet again from doom. Whoop-de-doo.
Tell you if anything happens. After all, some idiot villain might show up. When I think about it, if a idiot villain destroys the dirty dishes, I won’t have to clean them.
Here’s crossing my fingers,
Yeah! Here’s a funny picture in celebration!
A friend showed me this. Here’s to all you writers tired of using said all the time. It has multiple categories, and emotions.
An umbrella that takes water and fills a squirt gun. What beautiful and devious things I could do with this… Surprise cool-aid attack on white clothes after labor day…MUAH HA HA! oh, yeah, and great idea that you can do outdoors on a rainy day!
Try not to read them home alone. If you are going to, kudos to you! Oh, and could someone explain number 13? I really don’t get it.
Oh, here is my humble submission:
I hope those teenagers are smarter than they look. I’m starving.
eh, that could’ve gone better. Do you guys want to try? Just put some in the comments area below.