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Story Time

This is the Story section of the "Writer's Palet" web page. Below is a link to E-mail me. All you have to do is E-mail me your self-writen stories, and I will put it on the site for people to see

I got a letter from my grandma the other day. She writes...

The other day I went up to a local Christian bookstore and saw a "Honk if you love Jesus" bumper sticker. I was feeling particularly sassy that day because I had just come from a thrilling choir performance followed by a thunderous prayer meeting, so I bought the sticker and put it on my bumper.

Boy, I'm glad I did! What an uplifting experience that followed! I was stopped at a busy intersection, just lost in thought about the Lord and how good He is... and I didn't notice that the light had changed. It's a good thing someone else loves Jesus because if he hadn't honked, I'd have never noticed! I found LOTS of people love Jesus!

Why, while I was sitting there, the guy behind me started honking like crazy, and then he leaned out of his window and screamed, "For the love of GOD! GO! GO! Jesus Christ, GO!" What and exuberant cheerleader he was for Jesus!

Everyone started honking! I just leaned out of my window and started waving and smiling at all these loving people. I even honked my horn a few times to share in the love!

I saw another gay guy waving in a funny way with only his middle finger stuck up in the air. Then I asked my teenage grandson in the back seat what that meant. He said it was probably a Hawaiian good luck sign or something. Well, I've never met anyone from Hawaii, so I leaned out the window and gave him the good luck sign back. My grandson burst out laughing... why, even he was enjoying this religious experience!

A couple of the people were so caught up in the joy of the moment that they got out of their cars and started walking towards me. I bet they wanted to pray or ask what church I attended, but this is when I noticed the light had changed. So, I waved to all my sisters and brothers, grinning, and drove on through the intersection. I noticed that I was the only car that got through the intersection before the light changed again and I felt kind of sad that I had to leave them after all of the love we had shared, so I slowed the car down, leaned out of the window and gave them all the Hawaiian good luck sign one last time as I drove away.

Praise the Lord for such wonderful folks!

Love, Grandma

Oh gawd....my grandpa, he's old, as in real old and last night me and krissy bunny were watching TV when we realised it has been a really long time since we'd seen the old one. So we searched the house high and low. Then we got all hungry so we gave up. Low and behold grandpa in the kitchen with a jar of peanur-butter on his head. We're not sure if he's alive. I Poked him with a stick but its super-d-duper hard to take a pulse with a stick. Any ideas on how to get this off his head with out touching him much?
-Rosie Peterson ©2000

Thorns of a Rose

He walked through the glass doors, and looked around himself. Flowers of every kind now surrounded him. He walked to a small area of flowers. At first he looked, then he parted the flowers, as if looking for something all its own. He stopped, stood up straight, and walked to another area of flowers, again he looked, then parted, and he continued this, till he came to a small area of flowers. All the flowers were dead, shriveled, and brown. However, something stood out of it all, a single, white rose. At first he stood there, looking at his surroundings, then he smiled. He felt the rose petals through his fingers, then his fingers trailed down toward the stem. He jumped with shock, for the thorns had pricked his fingers. It was as if the Rose had wanted to stay, but for it to stay would kill it, for a rose alone, is like a human alone. He wonders what to do, but this is where the story leaves you, the reader, to think. What would you do?

By: Slashvre

The Falling Feather
There was once this feather. It lived with other feathers, on their host. This one little feather has its own story, and I am glad to tell it. This feather lived on its host since the beginning of its life. It would sway and move with all the others, until one cold day. They had gone off into the air, and a loud bang echoed through the field. Most of the feathers had fallen, and this one feather was one of them. He was scared, for he was separated from the others, alone for the first time. He slowly fell, and he could hear voices. He saw two strange creatures running toward his falling point. He saw them pick up his host in one hand, while holding something long in the other hand. They were cheering, and jumping up and down. They started walking away, carrying the host away. So the feather fell into a small puddle of mud, sinking deeper and deeper into it. Just at the point when he was about to be totally covered, another strange creature picked him up. This strange creature was the same, except it was a lot smaller. The creature carried him off, and came to something made of the trees around him. The creature opened a rectangle in the big box, and walked in. He was put into a bowl of water, and cleaned. Then, the creature dried him, and straightened him out. After that, the creature placed the feather in a hat, and for the rest of the feather's life, he lived happily with this strange creature. And for you see, every little object in this world has a story to it.

By: Slashvre

Goodbye

They stood there, staring into each others eyes, and they smiled. They kissed, and it seemed to last forever, there last and final kiss. She could remember their past together perfectly. "My last night here with you," she had whispered into his ear that night. "So here we are, our last moment together" he had said to her. She watched him walk down the hallway to the plane. She started to run after him, but she held herself back. She placed her hand in her pocket, still watching him go down. She pulled out a small case, wrapped in gold paper. "Now, don't open this till I'm gone" he had said when he gave it to her, and she held it, looking at him for the last time. He was about to turn into the plane, but he turned around, for one last look, one last goodbye.
They looked into each others eyes, and mouthed goodbye. Then, he blew her a kiss, and walked into the plane. She stood there, and a tear formed on the edge of her eye. Her eye twitched as the tear went through her delicate eyelashes, then rolling down her cheek. It rolled off her chin, the sun shining through it, and she raised her hand, catching it. It splashed upon her hand, splitting into a shattered puddle. She looked at the small case, and she slowly took off the wrapping, revealing a black case. She took off the lid, revealing a gold necklace, with small diamonds throughout it. The necklace surrounded a small crap, and she took it out and unfolded it. She read it. "We have been together all our lives, but here we must part. I wish it wouldn't be this way, but I love you, with all my heart. Take this necklace, and remember me by it. I love you."
She watched the plane go by, waving to it. She smiled, took out the necklace, and placed it around her neck. She then walked off, placing the note in her pocket, and she loved him too, for the rest of her life.

By: Slashvre

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