Stories
I am a story
Write me!
I’m thinking….
What would you write?
November 1, 2009 at 9:18 am · Filed under Uncategorized
I’m thinking….
What would you write?
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Maynard said,
November 1, 2009 at 1:13 pm
Little Willie fell down a drain; Couldn’t scramble out again.
Now he’s floating in the sewer
The world is left
one Willie fewer.
Nancy said,
November 1, 2009 at 2:28 pm
Grannymar,
Here is a true story I think you might enjoy.
On a family picnic this Summer I asked my 5 year old niece if she wanted me to take her picture.
She smiled and said,”Yes, but I didn’t think you would take my picture this year.”
I asked her why and she said,” Because I have the same face as last year.”
Rummuser said,
November 1, 2009 at 3:34 pm
http://mrmom.amaonline.com/dash.htm
bikehikebabe said,
November 1, 2009 at 4:29 pm
Trick-or-treating last night, a girl came -a loner-that looked almost like a mom she was so old. (She didn’t have on a costume.) I said “Come in it’s cold out there.” She stood there, stared at me & looked scared to death. I asked if she was afraid of me. (I didn’t have on a costume either) She said she wasn’t allowed to go in the houses. Then 3 cute bubbly (social) teen girls came as bumble bees. Sexy bumble bees.
I’m thinking moms shape personalities. Extrovert or introvert? Or is it inherited?
wisewebwoman said,
November 1, 2009 at 5:03 pm
There are millions of stories in the Naked City, and here is just one of them, a story I wrote in 6 words:
Shopping List: Whiskey. Plastic Bag. String.
XO
WWW
kenju said,
November 1, 2009 at 6:37 pm
I came to thank you for the visit, and tell you that cap was mr. kenju’s wool, plaid newsboy cap and I wore it backwards (although he never does.)
Grannymar said,
November 1, 2009 at 7:18 pm
Maynard - That story had your name on it from the very first word!
Nancy - I only wish my face was the same as it was when I was five!
Ramana - I liked that poem.
BHB - I wonder if we do? I had no callers at all for Halloween, I suppose that means I get to eat the chocolate.
WWW - Short and sweet!
Judy - My cap is tweed and I wear the peak to the front at an angle.
Baino said,
November 1, 2009 at 7:32 pm
I have such a serious case of work loathing and writer’s block at the moment that I can barely come up with a comment, let alone a story!
Darlene said,
November 1, 2009 at 8:17 pm
Lightening flashed, thunder crashed, the ghouls were out and I was smased. The End.
Ursula said,
November 1, 2009 at 9:12 pm
Grannymar, I like Darlene’s take - short, to the point and enough to want to hide under the duvet until it’s all over.
Bikehakebabe seems to be riding the gushing waves of stream of consciousness. I do worry about Wisewebwoman. Do you think she’ll live another day? Needless to say that I am most likely to join Maynard’s flotsam.
Am I stupid or something? I thought you, Grannymar, were asking us to write the story of YOUR life as we understand it, not our own. Back to the drawing board.
U
Magpie11 said,
November 1, 2009 at 10:03 pm
Born. Living. Will die.
Not only “celebrities” can write auto biographies…and I didn’t need a ghost writer.
Magpie11 said,
November 1, 2009 at 10:05 pm
There was a young lady called Lisa
In Italy visited Pisa.
The tower fell down
Upon her crown
Now young Lisa’s buried in Pisa.
Magpie11 said,
November 1, 2009 at 10:32 pm
A very clever fellow, Ramana
Developed a self peeling banana
The banana it peeled
Before leaving the field,
Back to the greenhouse, Ramana
Magpie11 said,
November 1, 2009 at 10:35 pm
BTW there actually is a species of self peeling banana.
I used to do this for the chiildren at school and would challenge them to do likewise about me(and the other teachers on the quiet)
steph said,
November 1, 2009 at 11:00 pm
*NEWSFLASH*
GARDA STATION TOILET STOLEN…
the Gardai have nothing to go on!
Grannymar said,
November 1, 2009 at 11:46 pm
Baino - One day at a time, and think of the money at the end of the week!
Darlene - I think you need to add water!
Ursula - As you read the words, they are about you, so write away.
Magpie - You are in top form tonight! I never heard of a self peeling banana… Do they really exist?
Steph - And no evidence!
Magpie11 said,
November 1, 2009 at 11:57 pm
Oh Yes!
http://www.hear.org/starr/plants/images/species/?q=musa+velutina
http://www.bananas.org/wiki/Musa_Velutina
Nancy said,
November 2, 2009 at 4:46 am
Grannymar,
Steph WINS!!!!
I love the Gardai have nothing to go on.
Is there a prize for her?????
Nancy said,
November 2, 2009 at 4:47 am
Maybe a bottle of toilet water……
steph said,
November 2, 2009 at 9:51 am
@ Nancy
I’d be honoured to accept the toilet water award but only if you eat your next meal out of Grannymar’s compost bin
Rummuser said,
November 2, 2009 at 10:35 am
Come on Grannymar, here is one! Although Magpie says I developed one! Yes, Magpie, back to the green house it is for me.
Grannymar said,
November 2, 2009 at 2:16 pm
Magpie - The pink bananas look amazing.
Nancy - Toilet water it is for steph! Now where did I put my rubber gloves
Ramana - Are you sure? I thought you lived in the red one!
Darlene said,
November 2, 2009 at 3:17 pm
I needed to add an H to smashed, Grannymar. Forget the water.
Grannymar said,
November 2, 2009 at 3:32 pm
Darlene, never worry. We were all far to busy with our costumes to miss that little H! The water is all going to Steph, Nancy is looking after it
Magpie11 said,
November 2, 2009 at 11:26 pm
There’s a whole new meaning to:
Water , water everywhere
nor any drop to drink.
Grannymar said,
November 3, 2009 at 7:57 am
Magpie, somehow I have no desire to drink the water mentioned above.
Alice said,
November 3, 2009 at 5:34 pm
It’s a good thing I come to this at the tail end of the comments. I enjoyed so many of the stories on many levels, but feeling dull as dishwater today I could never have matched them so it’s good to be off the hook.
Grannymar said,
November 3, 2009 at 6:53 pm
Alice, thanks for visiting. You are never dull. Sometimes the comments here are better value than the post!
gaelikaa said,
November 4, 2009 at 3:59 am
I wrote one this week too. The url. is greatttt.wordpress.com. I always love to have your comments!
Grannymar said,
November 4, 2009 at 8:23 am
Gaelikaa - I was over for a visit already and left a comment. Your story blog is now in my RSS. Three blogs! How do you find the time?