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>>3261570
Taking the seat across from him, I shook him lightly and asked, "So, what's the matter?" He looked up at me with reddened eyes, still blurry from the tears. I was able to get a look at the photograph from this vantage point, and was able to see that it appeared to be a young girl, maybe ten or so.

He began by trying to apologize for bothering us, but Elliot (who grabbed a nearby chair and sat down next to us) and I just kept pestering him to tell us what the matter was. "It really helps to talk about it with others," Elliot said, and I wholeheartedly agreed. So the man, who introduced himself as Rupert (I couldn't help but flash back to the children's show that I used to watch), went into his long tale.

This girl, he started with, is named Anna. She is Rupert's youngest daughter, but she recently died from heart complications. She was playing outside at recess and her heart malfunctioned and she was just dead. Rupert's been like this for a while, apparently, not always this bad, but just breaking down in different situations, and today, he was pulling out his credit card to pay when he accidentally grabbed her picture instead, and broke down.

Well. Elliot and I really didn't know what to say to that. I mean, what's the right thing to say here? "She's in Heaven now, at least"? "At least you have other children"? We didn't fuckin' know. But Elliot had the right idea:

"Hey, Rupert, wanna go get drunk?"

That was a smashing idea, and so we paid and hopped into Rupert's SUV to go to the nearest bar, which was a little hole-in-the-wall called O'Schmidt's. It was definitely a dive and was hazy with cigarette smoke (this was before they banned smoking in bars in our city), but it would do. So we got drunk off our asses. As time went on, Rupert looked less despondent and instead, started telling us stories of Anna's childhood, like her obsession with this large teddy bear that they had named Friend Bear.

>>3261578
This would've been the last part, but apparently the field was too long, so it's the second to last.
--
Anna would tell the most fantastic stories for her age, about the adventures of Anna and Friend Bear. It reminded me a lot of Winnie-the-Pooh and those sort of things, but it was Anna apparently coming up with the stories and not Rupert. We laughed at some of the stories, because they were fantastical little adventures, and I wish I had a bear like that when I was a kid.

Late into the evening, after we had sobered up sufficiently, Rupert gave Elliot and myself a ride home. It seems we had made a fairly good friend in this older guy, and had at least cheered him up a bit. We exchanged numbers and told him to give us a call if he wanted to meet up again sometime. He said that he'd be sure to give us a call.

Well, we did get a call. About a month later, a lawyer called my house, asking me if I would attend a will-reading.

Rupert had apparently committed suicide the week before.

Elliot and I both went downtown to the lawyer's office, where we sat in a conference room with six other people. They introduced themselves, but I never bothered to remember their names, as I'm not usually very good with names, but they included Rupert's other two children and his ex-wife along with a couple of other friends.

The lawyer went through the list of things that Rupert had wanted given away, most of which I didn't listen to. I was just trying to understand why we had been called in- would Rupert have left us something in his will? We only met for one night!

>>3261584

Elliot shook me out of my thoughts, as the lawyer had just read my name. "To <anonymous> and Elliot: I thank you both for trying to bring me out of my depression. Though ultimately I decided that this world held no further draw for me, you helped me remember the happy times with my little Anna, and for that, I leave to both of you Friend Bear, her stuffed toy."

I didn't know what to say. Elliot muttered a soft "thank you" to, apparently, no one in particular, and looked down at the table. The lawyer moved on to other things, but at the end I was given a box that contained a two-foot tall, tan-colored teddy bear.

It's sitting on Elliot's bookshelf. I couldn't stand to have it staring at me with its lifeless eyes, the only surviving witness to a child's adventures and a father's grief.

Wow, sweII tale.

Holy shit Anon, did these events happen?
I got spine tingles while reading this.

>>3261602
I don't know, were you there to witness the adventure?

Pics of bear with timestamp or it never happened.

>>3261623
>Today, We Tell Stories

Doesn't say anything about telling true stories, does it?

I liked it, OP! However... being of a sentimental disposition as I am, and a fan of teddy bears (male, 19) besides, i was rather sad towards the end...
Well, it passed the time!

>>3261623
I lol'd.

MUTBLUXDUXFUX

Oh shit, I don't care if that's true or not... that brought tears to my eyes

I'm going to have a go at writing a story for you guys... here goes nothing:

Now this is the story all about how, My life got flipped, turned upside down. And I'd like to take a minute just sit right there.I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called bel-air.

in West Philadelphia born and raised, on the playground is where I spent most of my days. chillin out, maxin, relaxin all cool and all shootin some b-ball outside of the school. When a couple of guys ,they were up to no good. started making trouble in my neighborhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, she said "you're movin with your uncle and auntie in bel-air."

I begged and pleaded with her the other day
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
She gave me a kissin and she gave me my ticket
I put my walkman on and said I might aswell kick it

First class, yo this is bad,
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass
Is this what the people of bel-air livin like,
Hmm this might be alright!

I whistled for a cab and when it came near the
Licensplate said fresh and had a dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought now forget it, yo home to bel-air

I pulled up to a house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabby yo, home smell you later
Looked at my kingdom I was finally there
To settle my throne as the prince of bel-air

>>3261665
could you not think of anything better than that tired obvious meme

you should be shot

seriously

Once there was a girl that lived in a forest, a lonely forest of tall trees with loose branches and dead leaves, but that had once been host to many a midsummer ball where all the animals came to pay their respects to one another and dance in celebration of the plenty and life that nature had graced them with. Now lumbered oaks with knots that thirsted for water no more, but returned to the earth some little measure of what they had taken. Life had long since left the forest with the passage of the warm winds over the dales and valleys that bordered the forest and far away to distant lands. The girl was sad, as she was old enough to remember the wild flowers and fruits, and felt sorry. She wondered where the beasts and birds had gone, and shed a tear for each, for she could not imagine where they could have gone. She had climbed the tallest tree in the middle of the forest and looked out to the east, the west, the north and the south, but the horizon was as black as the heart of men, and no life was to be seen along it. She despaired and descended to the thorny grove where once grew soft green grasses, where she made her home. She lay for an age and longer, thinking and wondering, hoping that the gentle shoots of life might spring once more from the hard clay earth. Thus reclining, she slowly sunk into a deep sleep, and was over time first covered with the dead leaves blown about by the cruel south winter wind, then did black mosses begin to grow about her, slowly creeping over her. She was engulfed in the sea of eternity.

This is surreal, a real tearjerker. I have Deep Forrest 'Twosome' playing in the background. Nearly made me fucking cry anon.

Is this true?

Damn op. That was interesting indeed.

awww, what a cute teddybear :3

>>3261609
>because stories of my adventures tend to be fantastic if there isn't a witness along

>I don't know, were you there to witness the adventure?

I see what you did there, OP, still it was a nice story.

>>3261753
This is interesting. Did you write this, anon, or did you copy it from somewhere? It's very descriptive, and I've never been good at descriptive writing.

That was good, OP. I liked the bear thing with this family, thought that was a nice touch if it was intentional.

>>3261888

Rupert the Fridge?

>>3261570
>>3261586
Sad as it was, I found this an enjoyable and entertaining tale. Regrettably, I neither have the experience nor the creativity to draw upon in order to craft my own, so I'll have to short-change you in this transaction.

>>3261753
I can't end it like that after all :\ I wrote it as I went along so I don't trust it's very good, but oh well.

>>3261877
I wrote it. I'm no thief my good man

Then, as time went on, a wondrous change overcame the lonely forest! The little girl's will to life was made manifest in this great green forest, and her love was enshrined in the grove in which she had slept in the heart of the forest, and it spread all about and loved all that it encountered.The warm wind was the first to return, from the north, scattering before it the dust and mould that had formed upon the surface of the forest. The trees, hearing the wind, knew it was time to awake from their slumber and tentatively sent out green buds, and shook their creaking and aching limbs and stretched this way and that, and as they did so the years fell from their shoulders. After the trees, the grass sprang again to life, forcing it's way through the hard ground, at first a few blades scattered about, but as more and more rose from the soil and the worms ground it up and fertilised it, and brought life back into the earth, fields of soft fine grasses fit for the bed of a prince, spread out to all sides. Some trees gave unto the forest gifts of fruits, others bore nuts, others awaited the return of those that had lived in them.
And so came the beasts and birds and insects, from afar. Those that had formerly occupied the forest were long since dead, and had sired families in far away lands, but rather yound bucks and does, twittering sparrows that fluttered uncertainly, oftentimes crashing into a low branch, the newborn of proud mothers and yet more and more descended upon it, making it their home.

>>3261946
And they were loved and they loved in return.

>>3261946
Much nicer ending. It's a personal thing, but I liked the first part by itself better than the whole thing, because it's less stereotypical of a story.

Does no one else want to tell a story? It's freewrite time in /r9k/.

>>3261995
Thanks. I liked the first part better too, myself, actually.
Also bump for more stories.

I lived on this road, if you can fairly call it that, from the age of 3 until I was 10. It was less crowded, then, as there were only four trailers, and they were all on top of or on the other side of the hill. But this is where I lived.

This small town, Crystal River, is where I grew up. It's where I learned my manners, how to treat people, how one should expect to be treated. It was the south, it was an area filled with old people, and I had to learn to behave.

Every Sunday for many years, I would go with my family to the Eagle's Club (of which my grandfather was a member), where we would have breakfast. I always had my eggs sunny-side up, just because I liked saying that I wanted them sunny-side up. This stopped when a hurricane came through and flooded the whole place. The club never really recovered from that.

I remember the warm summer rains, and watching the water course down the rocky road. It turned a white color, and made me wonder if it turned into milk.

One day, I put on my shoe and was shocked to find a scorpion inside. I had to hobble around with only a sock on for a week, and it caused me to always check my shoes before I put them on, a habit I carry even today.

>>3262191
My mother never worried about my safety, at least not in any visible way. As long as I was home by dark, there was little worry about where my adventures would take me. Sometimes they'd take me into the woods, where I had found a natural hideaway in some trees. Sometimes we'd bike down to the gas station for something to drink, after scrounging for change.

As I remember these days, half of my life ago, I can't figure out what emotions are running through me. Regret? Maybe. Homesickness? Not really. But there's something that's hitting at my heart. I moved away, you see, when I was 10, across the country. I found myself in a completely different place, and found much of that free-spirited style that I once had was stripped away. It wasn't as secure, I guess.

My life has inexorably led me to where I am now. There are numerous junctures in life that dramatically change who we are, roads that we can never see because we decided to take the other path. I don't know who I would've been had I stayed. Would I be so internet-focused? Would I be in college? Would I be in love?

There's nothing that can be done about it now. But I ponder anyway, reminiscing about the days when, learning to ride my bike, I drove myself straight into a large rock and flipped over my handlebars.

One day, I will go back and retrace the steps I ran as a boy. Perhaps I'll regain what I've lost, if it is that I left something back there.

>>3262191
>>3262232
Hm. I wrote these kind of stream-of-consciousness. They're not very good, sorry about that.

I'm bumping my own thread because I'd like to see people write more stories.

I believe in you guys. Just give it a go. Even Dr. Anon gave it a try!

i was lying on the grass on sunday morning of last week indulging in my self defeats
my mind was thugged, all laced and bugged, all twisted round and beat
uncomfortable three feet deep
now the fuzzy stare from not being there on a confusing morning week
impaired my tribal lunar-speak
and of course you can't become if you only say what you would have done
so i missed a million miles of fun

It had been 20191 revolutions since she last woke up. And just in time, it was. The alignment of the disk was just a few minutes short of being able to receive transmissions as the planetary body of Mars drifted aside, no longer blocking a line of sight to Earth. The clock chips were working perfectly, just as always! With her optics stressed to their extremes, she saw the blue planet slowly glide into view and sharpen once it passed the halo of Mars's thin atmosphere.

There was only space between Orbiter-tan and Earth now. Her mothers and fathers had been very strict with their instructions on to not dilly-dally and look around anymore. But it was such a short interval and she needed not adjust the optics by any great amount. Orbiter-tan considered this a rather minor violation.

Besides, she'd done worse already.

BEEP.

The scanner went through all known transmission frequencies, but she picked up nothing The space was silent as always, and only the everpresent hum of background radiation resonated in her receptors.

BEEP.

The secondary check turned out nothing - perhaps they were asleep. Orbiter-tan ran a full systems check to see if anything had happened. Lander comm link - failure. Solar panels - 76% functional. Optics - 54% functional. Thruster fuel - 15% of full capacity. Hull integrity - unable to determine.

The lander still wasn't responding. Oh dear, this was bad, Lander-tan had been silent for a long time. She had to be afraid there, all alone, but little Lander-tan had to understand Orbiter-tan couldn't just drop herself into the atmosphere to meet her. First off, she didn't have enough fuel, and secondly, even though Mars atmosphere was thin, she'd burn to a crisp in the descent anyway.

Orbiter-tan considered briefly taking some more footage, but noticed all her disks were full. Such a testament to how hard she had worked. Her mothers and fathers would surely be proud of her. Soon they'd be around to examine it all and they'd tell her how good a girl she'd been - waiting for them all nice and neat, just as she'd been ordered to. It had taken a long time and Orbiter-tan had grown weary, but she was a good girl she was!

>>3262375
>>3262382 cont.

With nothing else to do, she set herself to wake up the next time her orbit and the alignment between Mars and Earth would allow for another short glimpse without adjusting the instruments too much. That'd be nasty, and she was a good girl. Good girls go to sleep early and have sweet dreams.

----

Orbiter-tan remembered her childhood. She was born in a big building that housed many, many people. Only some of them talked with Orbiter-tan, though. They said they were scienticts and this was a place called Bai-kooh-nur. Or something like that.

She tried to talk with everyone she met, but that was difficult as she had no legs. Everyone seemed to avoid her, except the mothers and fathers. Orbiter-tan loved her mothers and fathers and they told her that most people only have one mother and one father, but since Orbiter-tan was such an important child, she had many. She didn't quite remember how many that was, but she was sure it was something like twenty or thirty.

Her parents told her every day how she'd be the first intelligent person to go to a place far, far away. They said people wanted to go to the stars, but they were kind of mushy and fragile and would need someone to go there beforehand. To keep watch of the place, so to say, and to check that there isn't anything dangerous or spooky lying around. Then they'd all laugh, and Orbiter-tan would laugh out the most, since she was a brave girl and she didn't fear anything. Especially not anything in space.

>>3262386 cont.

Eventually mothers and fathers told Orbiter-tan she should go into a planet not that far away. Mars was its name, and she should look for a good place to build a home. When she found the perfect place for a little house, all the mothers and fathers would come to meet her in Mars and they'd have a big party in space, in the orbit of the red planet. And they'd stay there and build a home on the surface.

All this talk about being destined for an important mission made Orbiter-tan feel very proud of herself, but she also felt kind of awkward. From what the mothers and fathers told her, Orbiter-tan knew that Mars was very far away and she'd be very lonely all alone in space. One day Orbiter-tan told her parents how this made her a little bit scared (even though she was a really, really brave girl), but the parents all laughed and said that, she wasn't going alone. She'd have cute little sister to go with her. Because Orbiter-tan couldn't go onto the planet's surface, Lander-tan, would join her on the trip. Lander would drop from the skies like a little angel and Orbiter-tan would have to be a mother for her, looking after her from the heavens.

This made Orbiter-tan very happy, but the first time she saw Lander-tan she was even more happy. She was the cutest little sister she could ever have hoped for, they hugged and said they'd never be apart in their lives. After hugging, they of course laughed and played and giggled and played like they'd never done before. Days just flew by, and before they knew it, it was time for the launch.

Finally, they were sent to the stars.

Her mothers and fathers told them they were the first persons to go to the stars for at least twenty years. This made the sisters very very proud.

----

>>3262375
CONTINUE OH GOD THIS IS GOOD

>>3262389 cont.

The trip to mars was long, but the mothers and fathers talked with Lander-tan and Orbiter-tan every day. When one parent went to sleep, another came up, so the sisters never felt lonely. They talked of everything Orbiter-tan saw and heard in space, and the parents were pleased of what they heard. This made Lander-tan a little jealous, but she'd have her time to shine when they reached Mars.

And the things they saw were amazing. The dust between all things, the trails and distortions left behind by dark matter, the particle spectrum of the solar wind and the birth and death cries of stars. Orbiter-tan would never tire of looking at the stars, and they were all around her, with no air to blur her eyes. And they were beautiful.

But so was Mars. When they finally reached the planet, Lander-tan was about to explode from excitement. With the red planet stretching below her, Orbiter-tan dropped Lander-tan, and she disappeared below her into the void. Like a little angel that was falling from grace, her mothers and fathers said. This metaphor made Orbiter-tan a little bit sad and confused, since she didn't exactly understand what an angel was or what it had to do with their situation, but somewhere deep down she knew that falling from the heavens meant that Lander-tan wasn't going to come up any time soon, and they'd be only able to talk via the radio. However, the mothers and fathers murmured to her that it'd be allright and it'd only take a short while before they would find a place for a home, and they would all be reunited.

----

>>3262393 cont.

Thus, they took pictures and talked and listened to the background radiation and talked. The mothers and fathers listened to their tantrums when they got lonely and were there to shush them when they got out of line. Lander-tan and Orbiter-tan sent so much maps and photos and spectrographical analysis to their parents that they couldn't imagine what they did with all of them. But mothers and fathers always took every picture as if it were the most important thing in the world, reminding the sisters of their reunion each time. So they took more pictures. And talked some more.

Then one day most of the mothers and fathers weren't around to answer anymore. Just one of the fathers was online, and as they slowly communicated - separated by several light-minutes of spacetime - it became apparent that the others weren't coming back any time soon. The father sounded really worried and told Lander-tan and Orbiter-tan to stop talking to each other so much. He worried that someone might be listening - someone bad. Also, it was looking like they couldn't come to Mars so soon after all. It'd be a while longer, but still pretty soon! Anyhow, Orbiter-tan and Lander-tan should be really quiet. They'd have to keep their eyes tightly set on Mars and nowhere else. If they felt lonely, they could even go to sleep for a while.

So the sisters waited. They were supposed to be quiet, but they still talked a lot - this time so quiet no-one could hear them, at least no-one who wasn't orbiting Mars.

>>3262399 cont.

But the mothers and fathers were even quieter. Nobody talked to them for a really long time. The sisters obeyed their father and started sleeping a lot, promising each other to wake up every time Orbiter-tan would be directly on top of Lander-tan. Then they'd have a nice discussion and go to sleep again. Lander-tan would tell of all the different rocks and grains of sand she saw on the surface (and the little bits of water she insisted she had found), Orbiter-tan would tell about the stars she saw and the black matter thing, that seemed to make some star images kind of funny. Orbiter-tan didn't really know what it was, but she thought it was pretty.

Deep down Orbiter-tan wished someone else was orbiting Mars. Even if it was a bad person. Because she was really lonely.

----

One Mars morning, when Lander-tan was supposed to reappear from the shadow, Orbiter-tan could not hear an answer anymore and became really worried. At first she thought Lander-tan might be playing a prank (even though Lander-tan never pulled any pranks). Then she thought that Lander-tan might be in the wrong frequency, so she went through all the frequencies, every single one of them. But it was all silent. Then she started yelling. On every frequency, even though parents had ordered her to be quiet. No-one answered. Not even the mothers and fathers. Not even to scold her.

>>3262401 cont.

Orbiter-tan almost panicked and decided to ask her mothers and fathers for help. She directed her transmitters to Earth and begun transmitting. Relentlessly, day and night, she called, but no-one answered for weeks, until one day, she heard someone respond. It was the same father who had sounded worried earlier. He told that Lander-tan had probably gone to sleep for longer than she should have, but it wasn't serious. The parents would wake Lander-tan up when they arrived. Then the father instructed Orbiter-tan to just look real tight to Mars and not keep looking back home and worrying. There would be no need to call for the mothers and fathers, since they'd find the sisters when they came to Mars. It would be around real soon.

And Orbiter-tan did just as she'd told to. She was a nice girl even if she'd had some tantrums, but it was all right now. It'd be all right if she just waited long enough. Deep down, she still wanted to talk to mothers and fathers, and so she set herself to always wake up when her orbit and the alignment of Mars and earth allowed for her to take a quick peek towards Earth. Just a quick one, so no-one would see that she had taken a peek.

----

Revolutions came and went, but Orbiter-tan wasn't able to contact the mothers and fathers again. Neither was she able to contact Lander-tan again, but she kept waiting. Diligently she listened every time their orbits matched, and then slept again, dreaming of being united with her sister and her parents.

>>3262408 cont.

One morning (as subjective as it was to Orbiter-tan anyway), when Earth slid into view, she saw something amazing. Where earth was, there was a huge flash of light, so bright it burned a hole into some of her optic cells and threw static all over the radio spectrum. Orbiter-tan was both blind and deaf for a short while. When her vision returned and her ears could hear the background radiation again, she could see some small specks of light on the surface of the Earth, but none even nearly as bright as the first one.

Orbiter-tan was filled with pride, she knew people back home had done something incredible, something beyond imagining, and the father had clearly just tried to warn her about looking directly into Earth, as little children are told to keep their eyes from the sun. This was unlike anything she had ever seen, and surely anything that was keeping her mothers and fathers from coming over, wasn't keeping them any longer. Orbiter-tan quickly went to sleep and dreamed furiously of her reunion.

But the parents weren't there the next morning. And not the morning after that.

No matter. She was a nice girl. She could wait.

----

>>3262412 cont.

Orbiter-tan woke up.

She had fallen asleep for a long, long time. She tried to recall how long, but the clock chip was being mean and didn't tell her that. It had been mean for a few times before, one time very much so, and had woken her up in the middle of the night, when Mars obscured the Sun. At least this time it was morning.

At least it seemed as though it was morning. She couldn't see that well anymore, but it was warmer than usual. Mars bathed in hot, red light that made the whole planet glow literal crimson. It was very beautiful, like some of the mornings back on earth.

If it was such a beautiful morning, Orbiter-tan thought to herself, it'd surely be a beautiful day. Perhaps the mothers and fathers would finally come today.

After all, they said they'd come real soon.

F5in' like there's no motherfuckin' tomorrow

One time nigga, I was with my bitch, we'd been datin for like six months or some shit, I wanted to hit that, she said no, I said pretty please and that I love you so.

So we get up in my bed, and then I tried to hit it. Shit would not go in, so I ate that shit. I ate it for a really long time muthafucka. Then I tried to put it in and that shit WTF still did not fit.

So I tried a little harder and it made my bitch cry, I accepted that it wasnt gonna fit nigga. So the next day, I went out and bought some real lube nawmsayin? She was up for that shit, so I lubed my shit up and it did go in, but it was painful at first and we had to take it slowly.

Seems as though, while myself being only average in the girth department, she has a super tight vagina that I will love throughout my days. Thank you, Jesus. Thank you.

>>3262415
This can't be the end. Is this the fuckin' end?

>>3262426
>she said no
>and that I love you so
>so I ate that shit.
>WTF still did not fit.

I had hoped that this would be a clever poem of some sort. I was disappointed to find that it was not. :(

>>3262429 end?

No, that's it. It's the end.

>>3262439

Hahaha, I started it with the first line rhyming so you'd read it. Sucker.

>>3262415
Oh, this was an excellent story. I enjoyed it a great deal, thank you for posting it!

>>3262456

Thank you.

Also, if it wasn't glaringly obvious, it's a tribute to the old Voyager-tan thread in /a/. Thread included here for reference.

>>3262426

Fuck, I thought this was a poem or rap or something at the start.

So around noon last Sunday I decided to eat asparagus. I had it in the house, and decided hell, might as well eat that shit. Thing was, I was watching a movie at the time, it being Sunday and all, so I didn't really want to spend too much effort chopping the vegetable into biteable pieces. So it ended up on my late as long as you find it in grocery stores. And, while I'm eating it, I didn't want to bit it in half because I didn't want fiber stuck in my teeth. That's gross. Oh, I tried to cut it with the edge of my fork, but the asparagus was fibery and didn't want to cut, and I was too lazy to find a knife.

So I pretty much shove the asparagus whole in my mouth and chew. And chew. And chew. And chew. There's so much fucking fiber in that vegetable. And chew. And finally, swallow. Rinse, repeat. In all, maybe downed 7-10 stalks of that thing. Ah....

Later that night, around midnight, I have to take a shit. Laa dee daa thing slides out smoothly. I wipe my ass. I wipe it again. I look at it, cause that's what I do to figure out when to stop wiping. It's dirty. I wipe. I wipe. I look. I wipe. I wipe. I wipe. GODDAMN, THE THING IS STILL DIRTY.

I get sick of wiping my ass and, carefully wrapping my hand in TP, feel around the brown star. WTF? I feel shit there. I squeeze muscles, but nothing happens. Damnit. Finally, I decided to pull that shit out with some TP. What the fuck... I have the WEIRDEST fucking sensation ever, and on impulse look at the TP. HOLY SHIT THERE ARE FUCKING ASPARAGUS FIBERS FIBERS COMING OUT OF MY ASS

I just pulled about 3 to 4 inches of fucking fiber out of my ass. I reach back again with some more TP to yank that shit, and realize I have asshairs. Mutherfucking PAIN IN THE ASS. Owwww.... I reach back and pull more gently with some more TP. In all, maybe pulled about 6 times. One of my worst nights ever.

Moral: CHOP THAT FUCKING ASPARAGUS.
You're welcome, robots. May you learn from my ass.

>>3262415
I am sad for orbiter-tan >:|

I masturbate constantly. It helps my arthritis.

>>3262659
Nasty story, bro

>>3262659

Holy crap. Lesson learned.

That was great OP, and I believe that it was true. It makes me happy that you got to have an adventure.

POST MORE STORIES, FAGGOTS, BE AWESOME

>>3261570
bump for more stories, so far they've been really good

Yo
VXR in da house
...
Boom bitch
I pop like a pop-tart outta the toaster
I'm so fly I don't use a coaster
My drinks they never drip
They know if they did I'd hit 'em BITCH
This is VXR and this is a rap song
It's about 2 minutes so it aint that long
Music's one thing they ain't put a tax on
So...
This is my rap song

I was walking up 'n down the street one day
When I heard some bitch yell out "HEY"
"Stop thief" I heard da policeman say
So I turned around and saw some dude runnin my way
He ran past and jumped into his van
So I jumped into the side seat and yelled BAM
I hit him in the face and grabbed that bitches purse
I jumped outa window and he crashed right into a hearse
I thought man that's ironic, now on to the next verse

The cop came over and said gimme the purse
I said man forget it, I was here first
I pulled out my nine and popped a cap in his ass
Then I jacked a car and got outta there fast
Came back to my crib quiet as could be
Then I found out my bitch was cheatin on me
I walked into the bedroom and what did I find?
She was cheating with a woman and that bitch was fine

My bitch said baby, this ain't what it look like
I said really; cuz this look aight
I put up my gun and pull out my dick
The other bitch 's jaw dropped and she said "oh shit"
She said, I ain't never seen one that long
I said bitch, this is my rap song
Music's one thing they ain't put a tax on
So...
This is my rap song

>>3265175
A story told in rap form. Nice idea, decent execution, if only it had been original.

Step after step, John slowed his pace as he neared the bench.
His gaze wandered toward the snow-covered sidewalk only for a moment,
before it rose to the sky. His eyes watered as the flakes landed.
Upon every slower step, his shoes left longer trails in the powder.
His body bent and lowered until it was completely slack on the bench.
Coldness crept into his spine, and he struggled to restrain a
reflexive shiver. His toes clenched tight with the largest one leaving
a noticable bend in his shoes. Seemingly uninteresting things caught
his fleeting attention for no more than a second each.
He relaxed his head back far enough that the bench supported
his head. Silently, a cold knife found the skin on his neck.
"Don't move if you charish your life," a faint voice whispered
into his right ear.
John let out a snickering chuckle. "I have no value,"
"Ha, you," said the voice, as the knife gently grazed slightly
into John's skin. The pain brought John to a restrained twitch. "You
see, I don't fall for bullshit,"
"What is it that I can do for you?" John said in a sarcastically
jovial voice.

"Follow me. If you want to survive the night you will not rebel
like a rotten little rascal."
"Okay..."
"Stand up,". John hesistated. "Now" the voice sternly said.
John stood slowly, careful not to turn around in fear of seeing
the face of his commander.
"If you play nicely, I'll be softer on you, Johnny-boy," it said
as the knife was relieved of its duty.
"Walk down the lane, but watch where your eyes wonder. These
things are not for gazers." John briskly walked forward. Upon reaching
the corner, the voice said "Now, look over there. We've got a live one,"
"Where?"
"Don't you see her?"
"No. Who?"
"She's near that trashcan over there,"
"I don't see anyone," John replied, as he tilted his gaze towards
his side.
"Look again,"
After tilting his head back towards the garbage, he noticed a young,
female child playing with litter around the trashcan. "Who is that?"
"A stranger, young man,"
"So, what's so special about her?"
"You see, Johnny, when a child is too young to know, they can be
manipulated to believe anything, as can an adult. But a child is much less
likely to have experience to tell them otherwise. We're going to have some
fun,"
"What do you mean, 'fun'? I've got a knife-armed assailant behind
me,"

"You can enjoy this too, boy. Imagine the fun you could have with
a little time and dedication. A truly joyous revenge. Imagine a world where
you tie her up, have a little fun, ya' know? It would change her world forever,
Johnny. Imagine the control over anothers life. You decide, not even god himself.
Her fate would be in your hands. Freedom. Unrestricted freedom, boy. Do whatever.
Bring a nice drill,"
"Why not just drill her by a lobotomy? Freedom from her screams?"
"NO, no, no! Then you can't enjoy those oh-so-nice emotions revealing
themselves to you. Toying with them is the most fun! You can rearange them
into the fun little orders and magnitudes!"
"You're sick, dude,"
"No, dude, you're sick. You're sick to the core, Johnny. You know you
want to. You desire control. You desire that manipulation of flesh and mind.
A truly virtous man would not,"
"Fuck that, I don't!"
"Oh, but you do, little boy! Everone has a little sadist in them, it
just takes a little time and effort to bring it about. Like caged animals we
are."
Johnny awoke later. His head screamed and pulsated. Bare feet stretched
out before him, not even socks were present.
"John Smith, we've got someone here who wants to have a little chat," a
strong voice said from down the hall. John rose and grabbed the bars in front of
him.

"I DIDN'T DO IT, HE HAD A KNIFE!"
"Calm down, John," a gently sweet voice said. John looked at the origin
of the voice, only to find a total stranger. "You're okay now, just relax."
"HOW CAN I RELAX, LADY! I'M IN A FUCKING PRISON!"
"You're only in a jail, relax. Take a deep breath and slow down,"
"BUT SOME CRAZED SCHIZOPHRENIC GUY TRIED TO KILL ME!"
She took a deep breath, and said
"No, John, you are the schizophrenic,"

cold sweat that gathered on her skin, wiping it away easier than she could her fear. knots that gathered quickly in her stomach, squeezed almost playfully, then relaxed. heart beating faster that she had ever known, hearing the blood pulse behind her ears in rhythmic thumps, counting down the milliseconds until he replied.
she saw the remark before it was said, and her mind cowered in wait.

I want to write a book. It's a shame I SUCK. That ryhmed and it wasn't meant to, sorry. Anyway, here goes. One story for Anon, most likely shit.


I've never been one for having many friends. I tend to focus my attention on one person at a time, lavishing them with my love and care, often leading to an errosion of all my other relationships. When I was a teenager I had carved out the niche of the gay best friend among the goth and punk girls at school. The only downside to this was my heterosexual tendencies, which caused me to have conflicting interests many a time. But, as a true friend would, I would often bury my own feelings to help my friends, giving them advice about the latest badboy who had broken their battered hearts. I cycled through the little group of followers I had drawn to myself, obsessing over a different girl every month, talking to them every hour of every day, and practically forgetting that the other members of the group even existed.

As I grew up, my ability to keep more than a friends at a time diminished, leading to a sad and lonely existence that was punctuated by occasional bursts of fevered social activity, going out every night for a week to see people I no longer cared about, then retreating again into my fortress of solitute for the rest of the month.

>>3266099

Cont.

On my 20th birthday I was forced to go out and party with my old friends. They'd become worried about me, thinking that I was somehow ill, and unwilling to help myself get better. They were wrong of course, I just liked being alone, but I suppose they were just looking out for me. I should even be glad, without that night, I wouldn't be where I am, of course. To think... had I rejected that invitation...

I digress. My apologies. On the night of 20th birthday, I was taken to a local gig at an exceptionally seedy nightclub. I was told I wouldn't have to pay for anything, and that I would be treated to the best night of my life. My mind had flickered back to when I had sex for the first time, and I grinned at the implication that anything could be better than that. For emotional highs, nothing beats fucking a girl for the first time. Sorry! Sorry. Too many memories, too many thoughts. It's like a pile of old paperword in here, tricky to find the right sheet and even then it's usually covered in scrawl.

>>3266016
Aw, man. It was a decent story, but you just had to end it that way. Why would you do that to me, anon?

>>3266130
Not gonna finish?

One evening, as I was tucking in my daughter, she told me that she wanted to tell me a story tonight instead of the other way around. Usually I just read a Dr. Seuss book to her, but I didn't mind. Really, how could I? Anna was a clever child, with the sweetest voice I'd ever heard. Of course she could tell me a story tonight.

So Anna jumped right in, her bright brown eyes shining at me as she spoke as evenly as she could.

>>3266902
Anna had dragged Friend Bear to the field down the street from our house to play. Friend Bear didn't mind, of course; he loved playing with Anna, and even though Anna could sometimes be rough and Friend Bear needed to be stiched up more than once, he always loved going on adventures with her. This field was nothing new to them, as they played there often, delighting in the tall green and brown grasses. Friend Bear had gotten lost more than once, but Anna had always found him before it was time to go home.

But today, Friend Bear wandered off by himself, chasing a butterfly. Friend Bear loved butterflies, you see, and couldn't resist following this one all around the field. Well, Anna didn't notice where he had gone until it was too late, and then she couldn't find him. Hours and hours she looked, but Friend Bear was nowhere to be found! In all the field, she couldn't find her best friend.

So she came home that evening, crying so loudly that I could hear her from inside the house, and I came out to meet her. "Hon, what's the matter?" I asked, picking her up and hugging her close to me.

"Friend Bear wandered off!" she managed to eke out between sobs, her head buried in my shoulder. "I couldn't find him when it was time to come home!"

>>3266913
Well, that wouldn't do. I went inside and grabbed a flashlight, and then, hand in hand, Anna and I walked back down to the field to find her best friend. It would be sunset soon, and though the flashlight would help, I don't actually know if we'd be able to find him if we didn't find him soon.

But two, then three hours passed, as we combed the field and even the city park that lay beyond. As the last vestiges of day disappered from the sky, I finally turned to Anna and said, "I'm sorry, hon, but I don't know where Friend Bear wandered off to. We'll come back and look again tomorrow." Oh, if I could've wiped the sadness from her face, I would've given all I had to find that bear.

We slowly walked home, dejected, and went inside to have dinner, now sitting cold on the stove. Anna hardly ate, and as I cleaned up, she just wandered off to her room.

Her scream caused me to drop a plate in shock. I ran across the house to her room, wherein I saw Anna cuddling Friend Bear, who was sitting on her bed as naturally as can be. "Oh, Friend Bear! Where did you go?" Anna cried, squeezing the stuffed toy until I thought his eyes would pop out.

>>3266928
"Well," Friend Bear responded, "I followed the butterfly all around, into the park, across the street, all over! I must have followed that guy for hours and hours! But when I finally lost sight of him, it was too dark to see where I was. I worried so much, because I realized that I had no idea where you went, or where I was.

"But then a stranger saw me, and came up to talk to me. 'Little bear,' he said, 'where did you come from?' 'I came from Anna's house, but I don't know where that is anymore,' I told him. 'Well, I guess we'll just have to get you back there then, won't we?' he responded, picking me up.

"I was a little afraid, because I didn't know where he was taking me, but it wasn't even five minutes before I recognized our house just up the street! I wasn't very far from home at all. 'Thank you very much, mister! I can get home from here!' 'Well, then off you go, little bear!' he chuckled softly as he put me down. 'Try not to get lost again!' I only got home about five minutes ago while you were eating dinner, and I didn't want to interrupt."

Well, Anna was simply ecstatic that Friend Bear was home, and so was I, for that matter. I don't know who that stranger was, but if I ever saw him again, I would have to find some way to thank him for giving joy back to my daughter.

>>3266943
Anna finished the story sleepily, her voice getting softer and softer until I could barely hear it. As she finished the story, I smiled and told her that it was wonderful. She grinned sheepishly at me, and then cuddled into her bear as she closed her eyes. I kissed her softly on the forehead and told her goodnight.

The story is not verbatim- there's no way that I could relay the story as perfectly and as innocently as Anna did. But for a 6 year old, this was fantastic, I felt.

>>3265175

Man, I rapped that entire thing out loud without reading it through first and it was fucking awesome.

I'm going to print this out and rap it as kareoke sometime FUCKER.

I made it into a picture for you!

>>3265175
FUCK, that was awesome
muuteblozx

>>3267079
Wow. Fuck. I don't even know what to say. That's an excellent story.

The OP's story reminds me of Photopia. It's a text-adventure game (more like 'interactive fiction', since there aren't really many puzzles to solve at all) which revolves around a girl and her colorful bedtime stories, which originate from her dreams and life experiences.

Basically you play as everyone that cares for her, in different ways. Most of the time you're the little girl she babysits, and you idolize her, but you don't know it because you're also playing the pirate-turned-astronaut from her bedtime stories. Your ship crashes into the water, and suddenly you're her mother when she's four, she's fallen into the pool and you need to administer CPR to save her life.

Then you're her father, explaining complicated astronomical theories about production of heavy metals like gold to your precocious eight-year-old daughter, seemingly the only person that will listen. Then you're the astronaut again, and you nearly drown, then wash ashore on a mysterious beach where the sand is made of gold, and find a treasure chest which contains ordinary dirt. Then you're the nervous middle-school boy, trying to work up the courage to ask her out to the big dance - that part might strike a little close to home for some of /r9k/. And so on.

You're never her, though. The game takes control and plays as her for one scene. ... I still don't know what to make of it.

http://mirror.ifarchive.org/if-archive/games/glulx/photo201.zip

>>3266902
>>3266913
>>3266928
>>3266943
>>3266959

So you're OP right? And the first story you wrote isn't true?

>>3267150

Thanks, Brothello. B) Someday I hope to supplement my income with writing. Maybe I'll earn enough to buy a bike to get to my retail job with!

>>3267079

Excellent story. Touching ending.

>>3262415
Awwww, this was kind of cute. Also I don't visit /a/, so I didn't get the reference.

About a month ago, as I was walking the short walk from class to my apartment, I saw an old friend of mine sitting in a Starbucks. I hadn't seen this guy since high school, and since I had time to kill, I thought I'd stop in, see what was up with him.

He was buried in a textbook, working on science homework from the look of it, and was a little surprised when he looked up to see me sitting there, grinning at him. "How's it going, Harley?" I asked. We conversed about things, how he was doing, how I was doing, romantic lives, the works. It was nice.

After about an hour I excused myself to go to the bathroom. I swear to God, I was only in there for a couple of minutes at most, but by the time I had gotten out, the whole place seemed to be in a panic of sorts. I had just exited the bathroom when a girl pulled me down under a table, and whispered to me that there was apparently a robbery either in progress or just finished. Our angle was awkward, so I couldn't really tell what was going on.

She told me to stay where I was and she'd check it out. Now, I'm kind of a wuss, so I did as she said. Besides, watching her crawl to sneak a peek around the corner, she had kind of a nice butt.

After a moment or two, she stood up and gestured to me to follow suit, which I did, knocking my head into the table above me carelessly on the way. I walked out into the main area of the Starbucks, where people were calling 911, talking loudly and someone was even trying to write down a description of the suspect.

>>3267684
I was trying to get someone to tell me exactly what happened when a large, sort of burly guy grabbed me from behind and put me into a headlock. "This guy was talking to him!" he shouted, "he must have been working with him!"

It quickly dawned on me what he meant, and as I looked around, I realized that Harley wasn't there anymore. What the- Harley robbed the Starbucks? And now they thought I was an accomplice?

Well, the guy sat me down in one of the larger, padded chairs and kept his hands on my shoulder as we waited for the police to show up, which didn't take long. I explained my story to the police, and gave them all the information I had on Harley, what he was doing, everything he basically told me about his life recently.

I kind of felt bad, but I didn't want to get in trouble! Especially when I had nothing to do with it, and besides, it was 3 years after high school, and I wouldn't really call us friends anymore anyway. The police believed me, even if the gruff dude still looked at me suspiciously, and I was let go.

They caught him later that day, biking toward a known meth lab. Apparently he was a growing meth addict and decided that the Starbucks would give him enough money for another couple of days, at least. I was surprised, as he didn't seem like the type back then, nor did he seem to be having problems when I was talking to him.

i liek stories were evryone dies.

>>3267701
The DA called me two days ago to tell me that I'd probably have to testify against him, as he was apparently pleading not guilty by reason of insanity instead of taking the plea-bargain they were offering him. I'm hoping I can get in to see him, to try and convince him to take it instead, but at the same time, I'll have to explain myself to him personally. Either way, I'm gonna feel like a huge freakin' dick for trying to save my own skin over trying to save his.

Meth is a hell of a drug, I guess.

Not bad, sir, not bad at all.
>>3261570
>>3262375
Nope, not at all bad.

>>3267713
Then write a story where everyone dies, dude. Share your inspiration with us!

SOMEONE ELSE SHOULD WRITE A STORY TO ENTERTAIN ME

FOR I LIKE TO READ NEW MATERIAL

>>3261570
>>3266902
>>3267684
You seem to tell all of your stories in first person, even the one about the kid telling the story. Why?

>>3267981
The easiest explanation is that I tell stories that happened to me better than I tell stories that happened to someone else.

>>3262232

good story, but reminds me of MY ANTONIA, this utterly vapid and horrible book I had to read in english once. makes me think of

>>3268141
That's a true set of random thoughts, bro. It wasn't very well thought out, I was just goin' with a stream-of-consciousness sort of thing that I was inspired to do after I was able to find my old road on googlemaps.

i'm trying to copy and paste my story from Word, but r9k is telling me that non-ascii characters arent allowed...

>>3268164
Well, you can either screen shot it like th edude did earlier, or you can retype it in Notepad, which is how I did my story earleir.

>>3268164

Copy and paste it into paint then post the picture, it's easier.

bamp pls for more stories.

Alright here goes. I wrote this story for an English class in High School. It's pretty much the longest story I've ever written, and my first "true" story, as in I wasn't forced to write it (it was a multi-option end of year project). It's not too great, but I suppose that's why I'm posting it. Enjoy.

I fucked up and accidentally posted a new topic with part two. I need to get some sleep.

Part three of five. I have a British literature project on Beowulf due tomorrow, and I barely started. Yay.

I don't like this one as much as I like the other one, but here you go anyway.

>>3268305
Waiting for the last two parts, mate.

Here's part fucking four. If I see red text again, I'm going fucking berserk.

And finally, the finale. In the efforts of keeping this comment original, I will now write a brief sentence on the efforts of Brazilian horse-breeders attempting to produce a more efficient coffee plant.

>>3268331
They're very disjointed. It's an interesting style that you do well, but you'll probably want to make each section longer and more detailed for actually writing novellas, and the disjointedness can really throw the reader into confusion.

>>3268362
So you wrote this for a high school english class? What made you write about a dude in the military? Family?

>>3268433
No, I don't know anybody in the military. The story was an experiment in symbolism (which I now think is mostly bullshit) and a third person narrative style. It was basically me putting my feet into the water to check whether or not I really want to go in, if you know what I mean.

As for the symbolism - there's plenty of it in this story. in fact, there's probably a little too much, which is why I had to make it surreal. I now believe that trying to connect too many things in a story can throw off its original meaning completely, and it's just plain silly.

Maybe Franz Kafka simply wanted to write about a man who turns into a bug, and I wouldn't blame anyone for thinking that perhaps I wrote that story simply to demonstrate a soldier in Iraq having been knocked into a dream.

this is a story i wrote that is sometimes fiction, sometimes not.

i haven't written in this voice before, so bear (bare?) with me.

i wrote it in 2 sittings because i was rushing, and ended up with an ending that i hadn't originally planned

it's called "cold"

We got some talented fucking writers on this board, Jesus Christ.

Part 1, bootmocks.

>>3268605

First thing I've written in years. Goddamn it felt good to get that out.

>>3268524
I really liked the pacing of the story, and the repetitive nature of the narrator added to his schizo character. I thought it was pretty good overall, though the story does seem to change directions a couple of times.

>>3268643

It kind of sucks. :\ But ah well.

>>3268659

And there, it's done.

>>3268659

It was actually entertaining and well written. The subject matter was something most of us (especially here, lol) could relate to.

FUCK YOU OP I DID NOT GO ON THE LIGHT RAIL WITH YOU.

Fuckawesome story.

>>3268651

i'm terrible about that. all my main characters are neurotic obsessives but i hate writing about one thing all the time so i go off in different directions just to satisfy my own urge.

>>3268668
I can see this being a really good anecdotal story for a psychologist who was studying mob-behavior and that type of thing.

>>3268787
No worries. Most of my stories end up being first-person, past tense. It's hard to write in third person- even if the character who's describing the situation isn't acting like me, it's easier to write from that perspective than from a whole different character's perspective.

Which is odd, because when I used to roleplay, I'd roleplay in third person, present tense.

>>3268872

i know! getting in character while writing is so much fun.

>>3268864
>>3268680

thanks lol. Writing that felt really good, maybe it's something I'll start practicing.

>>3268872
>whole different character

By that I mean a separate entity.

I'mma give this a bump to see if we can wring more stories out of peoples for my readin' pleasure.

>>3266565
I ended it that way, because I'm bad at writing surprise endings.

Bump for stories. Maybe I'll write another one too.

/r9k/ is the new livejournal hurf durf

coxxbloxxx23232323

Continuin' to bump, to see if we can get some more stories out of you folk.

I just woke up, not quite ready to have another go.

>>3270071
What do you intend by that remark there?

>>3270381
He's attempting to insult us for sharing stories we wrote ourselves by comparing their quality to that which could be found on Livejournal.

The only problem being that half of /r9k/ is relationship threads, which means /r9k/ is already Livejournal.

>>3270456

Disregard that. I for one am glad people got onto pouring their writings here.

>>3267079 [sabeen]

Awesome. Didn't like your other story as much. But your style is kind of unique. If you cut back on the vague, I'd eagerly read a novella from you.

>>3261570 [OP]
>>3266902 [girl's story]

Now I'm confused. I took it as such that OP's story was true, but is the latter story by a different person or is it by OP, meaning the first story in fact was not true?

But... who cares, this shit is awesome.

----

Keep on pasting your stories, I want to read more.

>>3270521
There are a few possibilities.
First of all, it could be two different authors. The writing and posting styles are similar, though, which makes that theory unlikely. But it's still possible.
Second of all, it could be the OP wrote the first story as a true story, and wrote the second story as a fiction story based off of what Rupert told him in the bar. Admittedly, it could be his interpretation of a true story that Rupert told him in a bar.
Third of all, as I was implying last sentence, they could both be true, and just the perspective is different.
Finally, and probably the most likely, they're both fabrications.

>>3266565

I got 502'd into submission, and I was slightly drunk last night so it probably would have been totally not worth it.

It's nice to see the thread is still going though... I might give it another try.

>>3269554
My only suggestion, anon, is try to use more unique names if you can. John Smith is literally the most generic name in the English language, and unless your intent is to make him seem everyman, I'd suggest going with something more interesting. Feel free to keep one name or the other, but going with something like John Schwartz would've made it much more interesting.

John Freeman?

Give me a couple of hours, anon, as I haven't had my tea or shower yet, but I'll think of something.

Bumping for more stories!
>>3270671
Where's your story, dude, you were supposed to post one already

>>3271503
Alaska was wet. Was it always this wet? I didn't know. My dad told me that they only had maybe a month of total sunshine through the year, but I think he may have been exaggerating. This would truly be a dismal place to live if so. I guess on the plus side, they get loads of snow here. We never got snow back home, we were just too far south.

They did have long days up here, though. For the Fourth of July, we stayed up until midnight to light fireworks, and even then it didn't really get dark until about 11 PM. That was weird, but it helped me stay up longer. I wasn't used to staying up that late.

Today we were hiking a mountain. I don't know why, I rarely pay attention anyway. But we've driven all the way out here to climb this mountain, so up we go, I guess.

The grass is wet, which makes it tough at times, and it stinks terribly. That's the skunk cabbage, my dad tells me. He also tells me to watch out for the Devil's Club, whatever that is. But I see it- it's covered in loads of spikes. Not something I'm going to touch. My sister's lagging behind, which slows us down significantly. I guess she's just not all that into hiking.

Not that I'm into hiking either, but I want to at least keep up with Dad. It's tough, but we're doing well. He tells me it'll take us a while to reach the summit. I'm gonna get tuckered out really fast, but I'll keep climbing.

>>3271837
We take breaks every so often and I get a to chance look around. All I can see is green. I mean, it's a forest, that's to be expected, but coming from such a dry and sparsely-forested place, this is kind of cool. It would've been nicer if this was a more relaxing walk, but Dad says we're making good progress, so I guess it's okay.

I can't even begin to figure out how many hours we've been climbing this steep hill, but it feels like forever. Eventually, though, we reach a clearing, and my dad tells me that we've arrived. It's just a bunch of grass with a small, stone cabin in the center. But the view... I can see for miles around, at all the other hills and mountains in the area. I can even see Juneau from here, and it looks tiny!

But boy, am I tired. My dad tells me that some of his siblings and my cousins will be here soon, and we'll have a barbeque then, but in the meantime I can rest in the cabin. Well, my rest turns into a very long nap. When I wake up I can hear all sorts of people outside.

It's a nice enough event, but there's really not much to do up here besides eat and hang out. I'm not really friendly with my cousins, I just don't know them well enough and they're all younger than me. But the view is nice; I could stare out there for hours. Maybe I do. I can't really remember how long we were up here.

>>3271846
But then it was time to go. We packed everything up into our backpacks again, and started the climb down. It was almost as hard going down as it was going up, it was that steep. My extended family all took a path, apparently, which would've been much easier to climb, but my dad didn't want to do it that way.

It was probably shorter overall, but I can't tell. I don't have a watch, and I'm concerned with not tripping and falling more than I am on the time. But finally, we reach the bottom of the mountain, and my dad realizes that we can't find the car. Apparently, his sense of direction was off, and we don't actually know where we are.

So now we're climbing sideways, across the steep mountain, looking for the path to lead us to the cars.

It takes us another hour, I swear. We must have really wondered off course for it to take this long to get there, but eventually we find the parking lot. Ours is the only car left. We've been up here all day, but it's still sunny, so I can't even guess what time it really is. It didn't rain at all today.

I guess we just got lucky to have one of the few non-rainy days for the hike.

>>3271837
Hm. Once again, I went kind of too stream-of-consciousness, which means that I lacked the detail or, well, plot that would've actually made this worth anyone's while. Sorry, guys.

Bump for more and better stories. Please share with us!

>>3272022

Keep it going man, it was interesting enough while I was reading it, you just need to throw some conflict in there.

>>3272198
It was just a memory I had, there really wasn't much conflict. It would've been better had it been more descriptive. It was a really odd experience, and if I could've described everything in my head better, I think it'd've been a better story.

>>3272022

Your stories aren't actually stories per se, but observations of daily life or the like. It's almost like reading a diary where someone has just put in more effort on making the notes enjoyable by casual readers.

They've been interesting enough to keep me reading for one.

Also, I have saved page and all the images in it to preserve the thread, but it's kind of unwieldy, since I'd have preferred to have those stories as text. On the other hand, the Orbiter-tan story that plays like a children's book, and actually requires the images on the side in any case, so I guess there's no helping it.

>>3272947

rapidshare? :3

Bumpa dump dump one more time before class.

>>3273049

I will do a rapidshare before this thing dies. Probably next morning, if the thread's still around. If it's not, I'll just post the saved thread rs-link in a new thread altogether.

On the other hand, would it be easier to just archive this?

>>3273425

Already waiting review in 4chanarchive.