Here it is, The First Monthly Crapshoot Short Story Contest!
Write a short 250 word story and submit it here as a comment. The idea of this months short story is schoolboy tragedy. So just write a short 250 word schoolboy tragedy story: funny, serious, seriously funny, whatever. The winner will be determined on June 22nd and will also receive a twelve pack of whatever beer they like. Good luck and enjoy fellow bloggers!
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Everyone has one thing that they hold close to their heart. It might be a person, a pet animal or in this case a blue crayon. Some become speechless at the mere thought of loving a crayon, but not for little Mikey. Mikey was the brightest, most favorable of all students in his class. The only thing that separated him from the others was his love for his blue crayon. He always held his crayon close, never letting it out of his site, and when nobody was looking he would whisper sweet nothings in the blue wax and give it a gentle kiss vowing to marry it one day. As little Mikey was confessing his undying love to the crayon, oblivious to his surroundings, his teacher strolled by. Hearing the absurd comment she rushed to her desk and made an appointment with Mikey’s parents. His parents were outraged by his behavior and decided to act out. That night they broke the crayon into tiny fragments in front of Mikey’s horror filled eyes that became wet with tears. Mikey’s heart sank at the site and cried until dawn the next day. Mikey sulked all through school that day and the following days. He couldn’t understand what was so horrible about loving something that made him so happy. On his way to school one day, something miraculously happened, he stumbled upon a red marker and felt his heart begin to beat like it once did before. At last he found another love.
Little Timmy attended one of the finest catholic schools in the United States. Timmy was not typical compared to everyone at his school. Timmy was a stud, but it was not just his good looks. He was a likeable kid whose passion was ice-skating. When Timmy hit the ice all eyes followed him. He was like a hawk on a starry night. One day while working hard at practice he took a big spill laying him flat out belly down, arms sprawled and unable to move. Since he attends the finest catholic school in the United States the school had the best of everything, the finest ring the best and sharpest skates around, and the hippest music. Timmy’s pal Juanita rushed over to see if he was okay. Juanita was in such a hurry that her speed was literally unstoppable, she could not slow down, and her skates slide directly over little Timmy’s arms. This accident left Timmy with no hands. Life was hard at first for Timmy, but he was a tough kid and managed to learn how to write with his feet and eat with no hands (he didn’t have to learn how to do this). He eventually started to skate again, but never felt at full potential without out his hands. Everything was fairly normal Timmy found a new passion, he joined the choir and seemed happy on the outside, but every time he had to go to the bathroom his friend Jose had to join him.
Little Oliver was a good little boy he had long brown hair and pretty gray eyes. His mother and father loved him dearly and his grandpa always called him Oliver the Dolliver which always made Oliver smile. Oliver never attended school before and rarely was around children his own age. One day Oliver’s mother, Trixi, said “Oliver its time you go to school.” Oliver agreed with his mother, since Oliver was 14 he didn’t start in kindergarten he started in the 3rd grade.
The first day of school he went to the boys’ bathroom to take a wiz, but all the other boys freaked out because of Oliver’s long hair and pretty face. They yelled at Oliver “Ewww a girl is in the bathroom” and then they peed on him. One boy even threw some dried up turds at Oliver which made Oliver cry. Oliver crying made the boys get even angrier that a girl was in their bathroom. Oliver tried to tell the boys that he too was a boy, but no one listened they all hated Oliver.
Oliver’s mother and father asked Oliver how his fist day of school went. He lied to them and said that it was fun and he made lots of friends. It was the fist time he ever lied. They asked him why he smelled funny he lied again saying that he fell in the toilet. That’s when Oliver turned bad and became Oliver scissor hands to get even with the mean boys.
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