Short Stories!<3

[Beccy_nunar]

Sam Trolly had a very boring life.Once at school Sam's class had to write a speech about their life story.Sam's went:'I was born,i grew up and now..I'm here.'
Sam's family decided to make his life more exciting. So they went out and to buy him a pet.But this was no ordinary pet,no way!It may have looked just like an innocent puppy,but beleive me,it wasn't!
The puppy was brown with spots and had shaggy,wooly hair like a mammoth.Sam loved that crazy dog.It chased cars,ate at the table with them and ven went to the toilet in the bathroom! So the next time Sam had a speech he talked for half an hour about his beloved dog,Homer.
The End!
lol that was random and not that good

[Cecelia]

I liked it Beccy!
Cuddles's Big Day
Cuddles was no ordinary dog.She was a black and white toy poodle.The normal colors of poodles are black,white,chocolate,or apricot.Cuddles didn't like other animals very much.One day nellie adopted two cats.It took a long time for Nellie to tame them so Cuddles thought that they were pretty special.It wasn't long before Cuddles was best friends with Moon and Midnight.When they had kittens.Cuddles was the babies' best friend! She's been called Cuddles the cat lover ever since!
I'll dig out a better one later! I don't have my writing notebook here. lol

[Beccy_nunar]

Awesome!

[Leopardstorm]

For Warrior Cat Fans

I guess I can out the first part of my story since it is not that bad

I will post in next post...Hope you enjoy (if you do not know the warriors they have different types of names so please forgive the oddness)

If you DO NOT like sad stories please do NOT read

[Leopardstorm]

Thunder Echoed in the nursery, a shrill, shriek of pain cried out. Many eyes glowed outside the nursery, everything was silent and the air was filled with anticipation. A soft, sweet mew was then heard, "Almost there, only one more." A few seconds later a new mew was heard of a tiny kit who joined his brother and sister. "Well done Nightflower, three healthy kits" again the soft voice of Willowpool was heard.
A new voice rised up barely more than a faint whisper, yet filled with love, "My kits, my beautiful kits" pitifull squeaks came from the new additions. Willowpool, the medicine cat of of Streamclan then came up with herbs in her jaws, gently dropping them by Nightflower she purred, "I will go give the news to Rainstar." With that Willowpool trotted off towards the leaders den.
Nightflower gently licked her three tiny buddles silently thanking Skyclan for her healthy kits. Nightflower continued on she felt somewhat awkward but ignored the feeling. Suddenly Nightflower's awkward feeling turned into shrill pain that could not be ignored, she began to shift uneasily.
Willowpool was just at the foot of the den when she felt something was not right, something was going to go wrong. Willowpool had been born a special cat and thus showing her to follow the paath of becoming a medicine cat, she could feel in her paws when something was wrong with another cat. Willowpool begin racing back to the nursery as ear-shattering yowls of shear pain filled the misty air.
A bronze colored tom lay close to Nightflower gently licking her ear whispering, "Hold on Nightflower you will be ok, please hold on."
"Oh Skyclan help me!" Nightflower's yowls grew more intense.
"Nightflower,shh,it will be ok, look Willowpool is here" purred the bronze tom stepping aside to let Willowpool in.
"Nightflower, i'm here hold on you'll be ok" mewed Willowpool as calmly as possible. Willowpool frantically put more herbs by Nightflower who refused to take them.
Soon a new set of squeaks was heard and the silent dieing voice of Nightflower, " Silverkit, my dear little Silverkit"
The bronze tom shoved his way in and smashed his cheek to Nightflower's cheek mewing, "Nightflower you had another kit oh Nightflower my love, you will be ok hang on."
Nightflower meowed barely able for the tom to hear, "Bronzeheart, oh Bronzeheart, please take care of our little Silverkit."she paused for a breath, her bright blue eyes filled with sorrow on her mates eyes she continued, "I love you Bronzeheart..." Slowly the beautiful queen's head fell silently to the ground.
An errie silence filled the air the sweet smell of Nightflower still clung to the misty air.
Bronzeheart prodden Nightflower with his paw then squeaked as if he was a kit, "Nightflower?" Bronzeheart lifted his head and yowled.
Willowpool rest her tail on his shoulder mewing to him, " I am sorry Bronzeheart she has gone to join Skyclan"
Bronzeheart looked up with watery eyes just as he was about to meow something a young she-cats voice cut him short
"Her! it's her fault" the she-cats tail pointed towards....

That is it for now I have six other pages that is most of my first page I might add more later maybe.

[Cecelia]

oh so that's what warrior cat series is like.I might not hit it as much on games/gaming.lol
Gymnasticat
Destiny loves gymnastics.All she needed was a little bit more money.Competing costs a lot! All Destiny had was gymnastics.She lived in a restored barn with her five year old sister Desiree.Destiny was just 12!Her sister and her were orphans but they did alright together.Destiny had a small job.It didn't pay very well.Mrs.Coleman didn't have much money herself.Destiny would get up before her sister was even awake to practice her gymnastics.One morning a cat was there.Destiny didn't really like cats,but the beautiful calico followed her.It wasn't long before the cat was doing backflips.Destiny almost fainted! She named the cat Flipper.It wasn't long before Flipper was famous.Destiny and Flipper have continued their gymnastic career.

[Luckeh_Is_Random]

I couldn't resist, I had to throw in a quick short story.

Summary: 17 year-old Hunt is at the track and decides to place a $50 bet on the longshot, a filly named Sweet September Breeze in the Belmont Stakes. Will his pick win and put money in his pocket?



Wow, Hunt thought as he watched the racehorses amble around the saddling paddock with their handlers. There were chestnuts, bays, but what caught Hunt's attention was a small, black filly prancing eagerly beside her handler. He took a quick look at his program-- she was number 6 and her name was Sweet September Breeze. Her betting odds were 20-1, so she definitely wasn't the favorite. She was the longshot.

"Don't tell me you're going to bet on that filly over there. She doesn't stand a chance against those big boys," said a scraggly old man with a cigar in his hand. "Besides, she hasn't won, placed, or shown in her measly 6 starts."

Hunt just looked away, not bothering to respond. Lots of people win money on the longshots, he thought angrily to himself. Then he turned on his heel and headed for the building to place his bet.

"Fifty dollars for number 6 to win," Hunt told the young woman at the booth. She pressed a few keys and took the money he was holding out from him, then a moment later, handed him a slip of paper. Hunt folded up the paper, stuffed it in his pocket and strode to the grandstand.

The horses began trotting out onto he track and started parading around. A few minutes later the favorite, Sir Ainsley, trotted past the grand stand and the crowd erupted in cheers.

Once the horses were in the gate, the bell sounded and eight young horses broke through the gates. "And they're off!" cried the announcer. "Sir Ainsley takes the early lead, followed by Master Minister and Flyin Dee."

Hunt grasped the slip of paper in his hand anxiously. People shouted and whistled and stood atop seats. "Come on, baby," he muttered. He glanced at the screen in front of the grandstands.

"Sweet September Breeze is roaring up the inside! Master Minister is falling back, but Flyin Dee and Sir Ainsley are still going strong!" the announcer shouted.

Hunt suddenly heard himself yell, "Go, baby, go!" He slapped the palm of his right hand with his program. "Come on, baby!"

"Sweet September Breeze and Sir Ainsley are neck-and-neck! Wait, Sweet September Breeze is pulling away from the rest of the field! It's all Sweet September Breeze!"

The chaos continued. "Come on!" Hunt screeched and stood on his seat. "Let's go! Come on, baby, come on!"

"It's Sweet September Breeze for the Belmont stakes!" cried the announcer as the black filly zipped past the wire, followed by seven other exhausted Thoroughbreds.

"Yes, yes!" Hunt cried and punched the air with his fist. I knew it.

[Luckeh_Is_Random]

I really enjoyed yours, Leopardstorm A few grammatical errors, but otherwise it's really good

[Leopardstorm]

[Luckeh_Is_Random]

[Leopardstorm]

lol i am confused now anyhow I will add more to my story later