I am sure that we have among ourselves future Charles Dickens / Shakespeare. Let us bring on some creative juices.

The objective of this thread is to encourage people to write some short stories. Who knows we might get a good book here. I for one love writing. As a child, I read voraciously Dickens's and Dumas' books. As I grew up, I had to sadly embrace the engineering line more for pratical reasons.

I shall take the initiative to post first. Looking forward to read your chef-d'oeuvres, especially folks such as Babygirl ... show the world the talent you have.. who knows a publisher might come across and recruit you

Excerpt from Jan 15th 200x Times News Headlines:
"A young student was raped by a mugger in the streets of L...She
was left to die by the street. She was later brought to emergency
and doctors have managed to save her life...."

Some place .....

It was some place where no man has ventured before. It was all cloudy. It
was just like in a dream.

Then one could hear two voices. There were two men talking with a big book
open in front of them. One was an old man with white hair and beard and in
his eyes, one could not fail to notice centuries of wisdom. There was a shorter
man who was writing in the book. The old man were dictating to him and he was
writing with a seriousness that the world responsibilities were on his shoulder.

Old man:"Give Karishma a son. Give Shyam a daughter. Give Rani two twins.
Give Sheela ..."

The old man paused for a minute and the said in a calm tone:
"Give her a blind,mute,deaf boy"

The young man uttered: "By my Lord, why curse her with this? It was not
her mistake that she was raped. She is your fervent follower. Every morning
she wakes up and worship you dutifully. She has been going to the temple
every day. She will lose faith in you if you curse her with this child.
She is so young and has strong beliefs in you. And at the age of 18, taking
care of such a child will scar her further in life"

The old man, with the wisdom and burden of creating the world, smile at the
young man:
"My dear companion, every morning when she describes the morning sunrise
to her son, when she explains to him how beautiful the world. She shall
teach him how to listen to wordless words. She will not take for granted simple
things that I have given to the world. She shall shall teach him how to appreciate
Nature as I wanted the world to see it. She shall see from my eyes what I saw
when I created this world. She will become closer to me and I as her father
shall take good care of her"

The young man nodded and said sadly: "But my Lord, she is still young and
out anger she might decide that this a curse and not pray again"

The old man smiled and said: "It is ok that she forgets me because everytime
she wakes up and she looks at the mirror, she shall see me"

......

Excerpt from Aug 20th 200x Times News Headlines:
"Raped victim Sheela R..., gives birth to a handicaped boy"

nice one Root!

Ali was well known in his hometown. He was the friendly homeless guy who caused havoc in his local hospital .He liked it there, warm food, clean bedding and pleasant people to talk to. The only thing was when one of the doctors checked him over, and found that nothing was wrong with him, like every other time he was once again set out in the cold.
It was Friday night and casualty was extremely busy at Selly Oak Hospital, the nurses and doctors were at their wits end.
Around 11 o’clock Ali walked into the casualty department complaining loudly that he had a bad stomach pain. Dr Khan, who had worked over his 12-hour shift, was extremely infuriated and had enough of Ali plying to get a hospital bed when there was already limitation for those who were really ill. Dr Khan dismissed him immediately, and Ali walked away quietly with his head bowed.
On 24th May Dr Khan arrived back from a medical conference in Canada and was talking to the receptionist.
“Has Ali the homeless guy tried to waste the doctors time again?” he questioned. “I think I should get some sort of restraining order put on him!”

“Oh no” she replied “ Didn’t you hear? Ali’s left us, he’s probably in heaven right now,”
Dr Khan went white, “What happened?” he asked.
“When he was last admitted he had all checks done but they didn’t spot the cancer in his bowels” she said.


p.s, its not me who wrote it, its a friend of mine.

can we post only those stories which are selfwritten or others also???

other's stories should do, but give credits to the author.

definitely....if the author is known i.e.

Red roses were her favorites, her name was also Rose.
And every year her husband sent them, tied with pretty bows.
The year he died, the roses were delivered to her door.
The card said, "Be my Valentine," like all the years before.

Each year he sent her roses, and the note would always say,
"I love you even more this year, than last year on this day."
"My love for you will always grow, with every passing year."
She knew this was the last time that the roses would appear.

She thought, he ordered roses in advance before this day.
Her loving husband did not know, that he would pass away.
He always liked to do things early, way before the time.
Then, if he got too busy, everything would work out fine.

She trimmed the stems, and placed them in a very special vase.
Then, sat the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face.
She would sit for hours, in her husband's favorite chair.
While staring at his picture, and the roses sitting there.

A year went by, and it was hard to live without her mate.
With loneliness and solitude, that had become her fate.
Then, the very hour, as on Valentines before,
The doorbell rang, and there were roses, sitting by her door

She brought the roses in, and then just looked at them in shock.
Then, went to get the telephone, to call the florist shop.
The owner answered, and she asked him, if he would explain,
Why would someone do this to her, causing her such pain?

"I know your husband passed away, more than a year ago,"
The owner said, "I knew you'd call, and you would want to know."
"The flowers you received today, were paid for in advance."
"Your husband always planned ahead, he left nothing to chance."

"There is a standing order, that I have on file down here,
And he has paid, well in advance, you'll get them every year.
There also is another thing, that I think you should know,
He wrote a special little card...he did this years ago."

"Then, should ever, I find out that he's no longer here,
That's the card...that should be sent, to you the following year."
She thanked him and hung up the phone, her tears now flowing hard.
Her fingers shaking, as she slowly reached to get the card.

Inside the card, she saw that he had written her a note.
Then, as she stared in total silence, this is what he wrote...
"Hello my love, I know it's been a year since I've been gone,
I hope it hasn't been too hard for you to overcome."

"I know it must be lonely, and the pain is very real.
For if it was the other way, I know how I would feel.
The love we shared made everything so beautiful in life.
I loved you more than words can say, you were the perfect wife."

"You were my friend and lover, you fulfilled my every need.
I know it's only been a year, but please try not to grieve.
I want you to be happy, even when you shed your tears.
That is why the roses will be sent to you for years."

"When you get these roses, think of all the happiness,
That we had together, and how both of us were blessed.
I have always loved you and I know I always will.
But, my love, you must go on, you have some living still."

"Please...try to find happiness, while living out your days.
I know it is not easy, but I hope you find some ways.
The roses will come every year, and they will only stop,
When your door's not answered, when the florist stops to knock."

"He will come five times that day, in case you have gone out.
But after his last visit, he will know without a doubt,
To take the roses to the place, where I've instructed him,
And place the roses where we are, together once again."

----a mail fwd!!

awwwwwwwww
sum1 gimme a tissue

Dear mum,

I am writing you this note to say that I haven't been honest to you lately.

I have a boyfriend, his name is Dragon and he lives in a trailer in the woods he wears biker clothes and deals Ecstasy.

I am moving in with him and I am four months pregnant.

His friends will come over all the time so I can get a little frisky with them.

We will make a living out of growing drugs and selling them to Dragons friends as are both already drug addicts, we will live a life of drugs beer and all the sex.


Wish us luck
Katie

P.S.
I am at the neighbors house, all of the above was a lie I just wanted to let you know there are worse things in life than my report card which is in the top drawer.

---author unknown




y do i feel we have some real nutty kiddos here on the forum???? ...well this is for them...but hey dont tell ur moms i posted this...else i ll have a load of mums following me with a belan in their hands