Short Story Competition 2008

[BoundBrook]

Re: Short Story Competition 2008

<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: Magic</div><div class="ubbcode-body"><div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: BoundBrook</div><div class="ubbcode-body"><div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: Phatty</div><div class="ubbcode-body">Whe fi yuh and Boundbrook 'tory dem deh? [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/nahtalktoyuh.gif[/img]
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Brite an outta orda! [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/rolleyes.gif[/img]

I tellin Red on you. [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/nahtalktoyuh.gif[/img] </div></div>

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I do have a few stories I could use but they are all just a little too long. I need to take some time and clean one of them up a bit. I am hoping I have the time to do it before the competition closes. [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/70409-waytogo.gif[/img]

[Calvin]

Re: Short Story Competition 2008

<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: Derob</div><div class="ubbcode-body">Sorry teach, I just don't want an amateur grading my paper.</div></div>

Shakespeare is unavailable. Anyway, what yuh so scared of?

[Calvin]

Re: Short Story Competition 2008

"I do have a few stories I could use but they are all just a little too long. I need to take some time and clean one of them up a bit"

You writing porn, or something? [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/70456-eyebrows.gif[/img]

[Phatty]

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Hey Calvin have we dropped da suit? [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/70365-flirt.gif[/img]

[Calvin]

Re: Short Story Competition 2008

<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: Phatty</div><div class="ubbcode-body">Hey Calvin have we dropped da suit? [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/70365-flirt.gif[/img] </div></div>

I'll drop more than my suit if you ask me nicely... [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/wink.gif[/img]

[Phatty]

Re: Short Story Competition 2008

<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: Calvin</div><div class="ubbcode-body"><div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: Phatty</div><div class="ubbcode-body">Hey Calvin have we dropped da suit? [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/70365-flirt.gif[/img] </div></div>

I'll drop more than my suit if you ask me nicely... [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/wink.gif[/img] </div></div>
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[Bizzy]

Re: Short Story Competition 2008

*kissteet* [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/nahtalktoyuh.gif[/img]u been saying that since dis competition start. if yuh did clean it up from dem time deh or even write sitten new yuh coodan poas an done an nuh wase wi time [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/70400-talktohand.gif[/img]

<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: BoundBrook</div><div class="ubbcode-body"><div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: Magic</div><div class="ubbcode-body"><div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: BoundBrook</div><div class="ubbcode-body"><div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: Phatty</div><div class="ubbcode-body">Whe fi yuh and Boundbrook 'tory dem deh? [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/nahtalktoyuh.gif[/img]
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Brite an outta orda! [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/rolleyes.gif[/img]

I tellin Red on you. [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/nahtalktoyuh.gif[/img] </div></div>

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I do have a few stories I could use but they are all just a little too long. I need to take some time and clean one of them up a bit. I am hoping I have the time to do it before the competition closes. [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/70409-waytogo.gif[/img]

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[Magician]

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Tell her nuh!

[Cimaron1765]

Re: Short Story Competition 2008

Driving at high speed on a wet road is a challenge for even the most experienced of drivers. Losing control at high speed on a wet road, well, then you’ll start believing in God. Now, if you are a new driver and that happens well, God or a miracle, you’ll take either one.

Piggy had never had formal driving lessons, just afforded the use of a car so as to familiarize himself with what the experience was like. He had received his license in the mail maybe three days previous to that rainy morning when the world turned.

On that particular morning he had to give his mother a ride to work. He was already late for his own job and as usual she was complaining. The way she saw it, he didn’t know how to drive, and she couldn’t understand why she was taking such a chance to drive with him. Truthfully, he couldn’t wait to get to her office so he could stop hearing the complaints.

They finally got to her office and it was a relief for both of them, although it was hard to say who was happier. Her parting words were a warning for him to be careful, adding the old saying: “better to be late than never; an’ yu know mi have goat-mouth.”

“Memba seh you nuh know fi drive,” She added. “Mi nuh know why mi drive wid yu dis mawnin.” Sometimes it was hard to tell if she was joking or she was serious.

“Mama, mi a’right,” he replied. “You worry too much.”
“Mek sure yu take yu time,” She insisted. “De road is very wet.” As if stating the obvious was going to make a difference.
“Ah, good,” he sighed with relief, as she ran into her office.

Well, sure enough, he didn’t take her advice and, from past experiences, that was a stupid thing to do. He knew his mother should be considered a jinx because whenever she warned you about anything, inevitably, it always seemed to happen. Unfortunately for him, he must have forgotten.

He got on the Cross County Parkway via exit seven, and by the time he got off the ramp he was doing like 60 miles per hour. There were two cars in front of him, another car in the next lane over, and three more cars bringing up the rear.

It was about eight-thirty in the morning and the sky was overcast with dark-grey clouds and blue streaks of lightning, the result of a rush-hour thunderstorm. He had no music but he was satisfied with the music being provided by the rumble overhead and the pitter-patter of rain on the roof.

By the time Piggy got to the next bend there were no cars close to him. The other drivers had either exited the parkway, or had been left behind. It was like driving in a little cocoon of rain, asphalt, and spray from his tires at eighty miles per hour. He was so lost in his little world that when he heard his engine’s increased revolution, it totally caught him by surprise. The next thing he knew the sky, road and trees went from his left to his right in a neat little arc.

Immediately following that there was a loud bang and he was thrown forward against the seat-belt. Before he could react to that he was headed in the opposite direction, then another arc, then once again he slammed into the divider.

Once the car hit the divider a second time that’s when he realized that his foot was still on the accelerator and removed it, thus coming to a stop. During that entire sequence the only thought that had gone through his mind was: “I don’t know how to scream!”

Piggy got out of the car, now parked in the “passing lane,” and stood there laughing like an idiot. After about another ten minutes a policeman showed up and took a statement from him. The officer then summoned a tow-truck to remove his vehicle, by which time he had regained his senses.

He was offered a ride in the back of the police car, no hand-cuffs, to the nearest bus stop. He made it to work and continued his day like nothing had happened, too embarrassed to tell anyone about his ordeal. Hey, a man that perfect doesn’t make a mistake like that.

Piggy still has no idea what idea what kind of statement he gave to the officer (was that shock?) He is still unsure of the sequence of events. Did he hear the engine over-revving first, or did he see the world revolve around him, then hear the engine? He certainly doesn’t intend to repeat this exercise so maybe he’ll never know, but one thing’s for sure: for one moment in time the world revolved around him.

Piggy still has not received formal driving instructions, but neither has he had any real accident. Despite his experiences and what he has learned about driving, and although his mother still has not yet heard about the other time he lost control at a hundred and thirty miles per hour, she has still refused to drive with him, eighteen years later.

[Bizzy]

Re: Short Story Competition 2008

<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: Guango1975</div><div class="ubbcode-body"> He certainly doesn’t intend to repeat this exercise so maybe he’ll never know, but one thing’s for sure: for one moment in time the world revolved around him.
Piggy still has not received formal driving </div></div> [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/70409-waytogo.gif[/img]

[Kurlie]

Re: Short Story Competition 2008

<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: jahlove7</div><div class="ubbcode-body">
<span style='font-size: 11pt'>Beverly My Sweet</span>

<span style='font-family: Book Antiqua'>Beverly’s mom sat still, staring into space
The weight of grief on her face
The news was too much to bear
Reality captures a mother’s worst fear
So the scene continues to play
Her mind rewinding to yesterday
Taking herself away from this place
To lie in her daughters warm embrace
You see Beverly was only twenty-one
Like the wind now she’s was gone
Taken in her youthful prime
Not given that Oh so precious time
Beverly was born on the Island of Jamaica
Somewhere in the western Kingston area
Resided with a very wicked father
A childhood she would always remember
Her mom had remarried, was working in the USA
While she was on her knees twice a day, but only once to pray
She kept hidden all father’s sexual abuse
It was inevitable she became somewhat loose
In Jamaica it’s like a little parasitic ritual
You have perverts even waiting at the hospital
She reached out to the nearest searching for a savior
But was use to the blueprint of her father’s figure
So like her peers she fell in love with him
Into the depths of society’s so called sin
Thought she found this wonderful king
But all this royalty wanted was that thing
Took it and so easily pushed her aside
Fantasy and reality began to collide
Some say that’s truly the day she died
For hours and hours she cried
All because she told him she was pregnant
He insisted she abort, her choice was irrelevant
It was time she knew he had kids and a wife
Her heart hardened and she began to reject life
There weren’t enough prescriptions to fill
To cure a soul that has fallen ill
It took the love of friends and family
For her to continue her life’s journey
She got the news in early spring
By late summer she would be in foreign
So they made the necessary arrangements
Had her baby and now lived with her new parents
Beverly began to deal with paying the price
A part of her youth she would now have to sacrifice
Got herself a job and went to night school
Was now clearly out of the deep end of the pool
That’s when the cruelty of destiny struck
Too easily blamed on the myth of bad luck
Beverly had a beautiful four month old
Now more precious to her than gold
During the birth Beverly was given a routine procedure
Consequence, now she is susceptible to seizures
Tragedy like this could not have been foreseen
Found only in stories on the big screen
You see it was two days after her birthday
She was feeling so happy and gay
A better life for her daughter she could make
But the next morning she would not wake
Beverly had passed away in her sleep
It was as if she had this special date to keep
So now Beverly is gone
But she surely will not be forgotten
For as we mourn her tragic death
Her memory is found in her daughter’s every breath
This is a true story she was my adopted niece
Beverly my sweet may you rest in peace</span> </div></div>

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[Phatty]

Re: Short Story Competition 2008

Ok since mi won't know if mi win...si mi acceptance speech mi weh go seh.

Walk up pan stage whole up mi dress fi show off my stringy stringy nice shoes dem.

Tek mi T-shirt from Magic, kiss im pan im jaw.

"Wow, this is so unexpected [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/eek2.gif[/img] I didn't think i'd win wow. I had great competitors." Look dung pan mi shirt which is two sizes too small. " I don't know what to say..." Try rub out lipstick stain round di colla. Noted to sew hole unda di arm.

"I'd just like to thank everyone for their support and love...I'm at lost for words." crowd laugh. "Yes Me!" Scowl.

Hol up di Shirt and notice di string at di bottom. "You love me yuh really love me!!!!" Music sound exit stage left.

scene

[Magician]

Re: Short Story Competition 2008

<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: Phatty</div><div class="ubbcode-body">Tek mi T-shirt from Magic, kiss im pan im jaw.
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[note to self: gi Phatty XL T-shirt an awks granny fi patch di holy shirt fuss]

[Derob]

Re: Short Story Competition 2008

<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: Phatty</div><div class="ubbcode-body">Hey Calvin have we dropped da suit? [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/70365-flirt.gif[/img] </div></div>

I see how you are, we get sued together, and you cut a deal with the plaintiff. [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/70388-shameonyou.gif[/img] Quit battin your eyes girl, we can win this thing! [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/bexbad.gif[/img]

[Derob]

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<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: Calvin</div><div class="ubbcode-body"><div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: Derob</div><div class="ubbcode-body">Sorry teach, I just don't want an amateur grading my paper.</div></div>

Shakespeare is unavailable. Anyway, what yuh so scared of? </div></div>

[img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/eek.gif[/img] Communists scare me! [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/eek.gif[/img]