Here's a short story I wrote awhile back when I was a teenager(maybe about 15 - that makes about 7 years ago). I actually wrote the poem first (can't remember why though) and decided it would make a nice story.
Looking at it now I see it is in poor quality.
Anyway:
The Big Fat Fly.
Once upon time on a farm, much like any farm, lived a big fat fly. Now this fly used to boast a lot about how he could get the most food and how he avoided getting killed by the farmer and his family. The more he boasted, the more he felt that he could never die and started thinking he was better then everyone. Soon he started buzzing around the people and mocking them. The farm people, who are normally used to flies, became irritated with this ‘fat’ one and decided to get rid of it. They put some honey with a drug in it on the table for the fly. When the fly came and ate the honey it got dizzy and couldn’t fly properly. The farmer was then able to easily kill it with one swat. The other flies just said he was stupid and forgot about him.
The morale of the story is that you should not boast a lot and not to think you are better then other people. For it could lead to a very uncaring end. Another thing one should not be greedy, there is plenty to go around for everyone. Let us not be big fat flies.
To remember this story just remember this poem:
Why, why, the big fat fly
That said it couldn’t die
But it did
When it got hit
With a fly swatter
Does it really matter?
And there it stops
Without teardrops.
(Please feel free to comment, it might encourage me to improve.)
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I have another poem which I wrote and could make a good story, if I get round to writing it.
Here:
The Ring That Could Sing.
Once upon time there was a ring that could sing
This ring could sing something
That no other being or thing could sing
So the king put the ring in a museum
Then one day the devil had it stolen by a nightingale
Who drop it into the open mouth of a whale
And so my friends
The peace ends.
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Writing this stuff on computer made write another which I'll be using as my signature from now on. I believe I could also make a story about it.
BTW The ideas for the stories are in my head, its writing them thats the problem.
The first one I could write because it is very short(not even half a page).
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