About a Bird and His Hunger

Introduction:

  This was another school assignment based off the story from yesterday.  Enjoy!

 The Story:

 

“I’m hungry.  I’m hungry.  I need food.  I’m hungry.  Wait.  I’m hungry.”  Honestly those are the thoughts I have every day.  I know it may seem primitive to your giant human mind, but I don’t have the convenience of food in my nest.  I wish I did.  That would’ve made this whole experience much easier, and then I wouldn’t be hungry.

                On that particular day I was on the hunt for, well, food.  Anything really, though I prefer worms.  It had been hard that day, not much rain so not many worms.  I decided to go to the usual house, where the lady has food.  Though when I got there the usual person wasn’t!  It was an older woman sleeping on the porch swing.  I decided I’d give it a try, so I hopped up and squawked at her.  She woke with a snort and started yelling in her weird human language.  For all I knew that meant food, but no.  She picked up a stick at started shaking at me.  I didn’t want to get hit, so I squawked again and flew away.

                I couldn’t believe her, who was she to say what I could eat and what I couldn’t eat?  Humans are spoiled brats.  All I had wanted was some food, maybe just a crumb.  Humans are terrible, well, except the ones that give me food.  Those are alright with me.

                The problem was that I was still hungry and I still needed food.  It wasn’t really fair that I had to starve, and I didn’t feel like dying.  I kept flying around the same area until I came across a tree.  A tree with a hole in it.  You wouldn’t believe what that hole was filled with.  Nuts!  Acorns and walnuts and pecans and whatever other nuts grew in that area, and there they were.  Mine for the taking.  I landed on the branch and stuck my head in.  It smelled delicious in there.  I will admit I was curious to how they all got there, but I was so hungry I didn’t care.  Just as I was about to take a bite of acorn, there was a loud squeal behind me.  I pulled my head out and looked around, it was a squirrel chattering at me.  It must have been her nest and her food.  I didn’t want to steal.  So I opened my wings and flew away.

                At this point I was on the brink of falling out of the sky.  It was all because of hunger.  I needed food.  I just wish the squirrel had been a little more kind and shared his food.  I didn’t see why he needed all those nuts.  There were plenty for both of us.  Still, I didn’t want to be rude or steal, so I had flown away, but I needed to find food before I didn’t make it to tomorrow.

                I flew for about another hour, scanning the ground for something, anything.  That’s when I saw it, something pink, something squishy.

                “Worm!” I thought.

                I immediately folded my wings in and went into a dive.  I rushed toward the ground faster, and faster.  Then I made wings pop back out just into to slow my fall enough to land.  The worm wasn’t fast enough, and I snapped it up the second I touched the ground.  Delicious.  I hopped around a little in victory, but then I decided to fly back to my nest.  I needed rest for tomorrow, because I would be hungry again.

P.O.V. (from a bird’s eyes)

  Introduction:
 
  This was another school assignment where I had to take a poem and turn it into a story.  This one was by Emily Dickinson, one of my favorite poets.  Here's the link http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/bird-came-down-walk-328

and here's
The Story:

  The bird honestly thinks that this neighborhood is the best.  Only for a few reasons, but sometimes those reasons can mean life or death.  Though the bird doesn’t think about life or death, or even survival.  It thinks about food.  That’s mostly it.  You could argue that he thinks about survival because he thinks about food, but that’s not it.  The bird is just really greedy.

                It’s because of his greediness that the bird likes this neighborhood.  He likes it because it rains often.  When I said the bird only thinks about food, that doesn’t mean he isn’t smart.  He actually is rather intelligent, but he uses his intelligence to think about food.  You see, this bird has it all figured out.   Because it rains often worms come out making them easier to find.  He had actually found an angleworm that very morning and enjoyed it very much.  It also means more to drink.  The grass in one particular house’s yard is long, very long.  So the rain collects on it and makes it easy to drink.

                Though there are problems, the bird has yet to find a spot without them.  The biggest one is beetles, the bird hates them.  They look disgusting, they taste disgusting, and they feel disgusting.  So disgusting that the bird doesn’t want to be near them.  Well, more of them come out for the water, just like the worms.  So when the bird sees them he hops to the nearest wall and looks rapidly around for more before continuing the hunt for worms.

                There was something that made up for it.  Someone in particular.  She would sometimes watch the bird hunt for food, and the bird would pretend that he didn’t see her or else she would go away.  He did notice her, even when she was trying not to be noticed.  Somehow she had gotten it into her head that if he saw her, he would fly away.  Most of the time she sat on her porch and scribbled in her notebook, but sometimes the bird liked to take advantage of her.  When it had been a day without as many worms as usual, or if he just wanted more food (most of the time it was the second one) he would hop up to her and cock his head.  She would stare at him, then scribble something in her book.  After he stared at her for a while she would dig for something in her pocket.  After she found something she would give to him.  Whether it be a cracker, or biscuit, or in this case a crumb.  Usually this ritual would signify the end of this bird’s day and he would fly back to his nest.  And just to prove my point on how smart this bird really is, the bird has his nest built in this neighborhood.  I like to think that is proof plenty.  

The Bullet

Introduction:

  School's back (boo!), but I'm homeschooled (yeah!), so that means that I get awesome assignments like this.  So when we decided to study Benjamin Franklin we found out that he taught himself to write by taking poems and turning them into short stories and then taking short stories and turning them into poems.  Then he wrote a "Autobiography" but that's a different story.  So that was my assignment.  Turn a poem into a story.  So here's a link to the poem "Richard Cory": http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/174248
And here's the story, so you can compare.

  The Story:

 

In hindsight I should have seen it coming.  In hindsight it should’ve been obvious.  Though I never really paid attention.  I never really cared in the first place.  I was jealous of him.  Just like everyone else.  My name is Steven Cory.

All my life I’ve been jealous of my older brother, Richard.  It seemed Richard got everything.  He was handsome, tall, and he had the undying love of our parents.  I didn’t have any of that.  I didn’t have anything.  As we grew Richard continued to receive love from our parents.  I was ignored.  Then our parent died.  Of old age.  Thank God they weren’t murdered.  Richard inherited the entire company and the house from them.  I didn’t get a cent.  I had to live in the village streets, while Richard got to live in the house on the hill.

I was mad.  Mad is an understatement.  I was furious!  Furious at my parents, furious at the world, but most importantly furious at him.  Richard.  At any one point, did he ever think of me?  No!  He didn’t!  Did he ever say, “Times are tough, why don’t you live with me Steven?”  The least he could’ve done was give me a job at his big, beautiful company.  But he never did that, did he?

I wasn’t alone though.  Almost everyone in town hated him.  They hated the way he lived in his house on the hill.  Lording above them.  They hated his money, and they hated the way he sauntered into town and causally said “Good Morning.”  Everyone wished they had his education, his luck, his money.  But they couldn’t.  So everyone ignored him.  If they couldn’t be him, they would pretend he didn’t exist.  Richard didn’t have a wife, he didn’t have any friends, but he didn’t care.  He was rich.

In hindsight we were wrong.  We were wrong in hating him.  We were wrong in shaming him, but it’s not our fault.  How could we have known what was going to happen.  How could we have known what he was going through, what he was about to do?  I didn’t know.  One summer night, we were drinking in the local tavern.  Then we heard a BANG!!!  A shot rang out from the top of the hill.  We ran there.  For once in our lives caring about what had happened to Richard, but it was too late.  We found him in a pool of blood in his library.

               

Every Night

Introduction:

*Sigh*  I both love and hate this story.  I love it because I consider it to be my best but I hate it because of why I wrote it.  Let's start from the beginning (a very good place to start).  About a couple months back I heard about the Scholastic Art and Writing Awards.  I decided to enter this story.  I think it's pretty good, and I spent a lot of time editing it, but the judges didn't think it was so great.  In other words I lost.  Still, I'm not holding any grudges and I do think it'd be fun for you guys to read.  So here it is.  Pull up a seat, get some popcorn and enjoy: "Every Night".

The Story

 

Every night, it happens.  Every night, I lie in bed and wonder if she’ll come home.  Every night, I hope she returns safely.  Every night, I wonder how long this can go on.  Every night, I cry myself to sleep.  Every night.

 

My wife, there’s no real way to say this without sounding like I’m bragging.  My wife is superhero. “Techno Girl”; maybe you’ve heard of her?  Of course you’ve heard of her. It’s impossible not to hear of her. It seems I can’t take a step without seeing her on a newspaper, a TV screen, or even on the internet.  I didn’t marry her knowing this, since we’ve only been married two years, but I found out about what she was soon enough.

 

She has this… gift: the ability to make technology fight for her.  I think this is what qualifies her to dress up and rush off to fight crime.  Her career choice leaves me at home alone.  I should probably thank her or even be proud of her.  Without her I’d be enslaved to some evil overlord.  That doesn’t keep me from worrying though, and I always do. 

 

When she finally does come home (and so far she always has), she’s always covered in bruises, and sometimes there are burns.  I always pretend to be asleep when she comes home wounded.   If I tried to say anything, my problems wouldn’t go away.  It would just make matters worse.  Sky, which is her real name, is stubborn like that. Though what other kind of person would do what she does?  She claims that she helps people, and I have no doubt that she does, but it always seems like I’m the third wheel.

 

            The problem is that… I want to help her.  I just feel this need to help and protect which is what husbands should do. She may protect the city, but who protects her?  That role should fall to me, but have you seen the people she fights?  How am I supposed to protect her from the guy with lasers coming out his eyes?  How can I protect her when she has the power to protect herself? 

 

            Sometimes I feel like a useless bag. It holds everything in it and then is tossed to the side.  Then other times I feel like a luxury, something only for when she has extra time (which isn’t often, At least she’s not one of those heroes that have big, bright signals in the sky.  I’d never see her again).  There are other times when I feel like I’m being unreasonable and needy, like a child.  Then sometimes I feel like I should have left long ago, but there’s a problem with that:  I love her.  I love every single part of her, and I just can’t leave her.

 

            There was one time I almost showed myself the door.  The one time I didn’t pretend or lie.  I didn’t know when she was going to be home that night, so I was in the living room, trying to calm my nerves by watching TV.  It was some reality show about people who worked in a hospital.   Right in the middle of it, she crawled in through the window.  I could barely recognize her!  Her hair was frayed and singed.  Every time she moved there was a crunching sound, and her skin was charred black, like she had fallen into a barbeque pit.  The smell was horrid.  She smelled like smoke and ozone.  Though despite all that, she was smiling, and I knew she was smiling because of what she had just done.

 

“Hey sweetie.” she croaked.  “Mind if I join you?”

 

“Oh my god!  What happened?!”

 

            “Oh, just a little run in with Bolt.”  She sounded like one of the patients on the hospital show.

 

            She tried to get up and walk but instead fell down on the floor.  As I looked at her trying to get up once more, I realized how much it hurt me to see her like this.  Whenever she came home hurt, I always hurt too. 

 

“Who’s Bolt again?”  I never kept up with the people she fought; I think I’d worry more if I did.

 

            She coughed and managed to croak, “The lightning guy.”

 

            “You were hit with lightning?” I screamed.

 

            “Only five times.” This time she smiled.

 

            “Oh my god,” I whispered.  I covered my eyes for a moment, and then I really looked at her.  I looked at her lying on the floor.  Her costume was torn, her pale skin was burned to a crisp, and it smelled like fire.  In spite of all the damage, she was still smiling.  I sat down on the floor beside her, and gently lifted her head into my lap.  “Who’d you save this time?” I asked.

 

            She grinned even bigger.  “Bolt was robbing a bank, he even had a hostage, I put an end to that.”    

 

            “How’d you beat him?”

 

            “The bank,” she struggled for breath. “Was giving out,” she coughed and choked a bit trying not to laugh.  “Toasters,” she grinned again.  “Ever had your hand toasted?”  Then she coughed, and I looked down at her and decided I couldn’t do it anymore.

 

            “I can’t handle this.”

 

            “Handle what?  Handle me?” She started to ask.

 

            “Stop!  Just listen; I just want you to listen for once!  I-I can’t handle you coming home hurt every night.  I don’t like to see you like this!”  I gestured at her wounded body.  The TV was still going, but no one seemed to care.

 

            “Troy…”She whispered, but she never finished.

 

            “I love you” I said.  “But I can’t stand to see you hurt!”  She was quiet; for once I had actually stopped her. 

 

            I was still thinking about walking out, but then I looked around our apartment.  We were sitting in the tiny living room where the couch took up half the space.  Just a step away was our kitchen with a table squeezed into the corner.  Down the five foot long hallway was our bed and bathroom.  We didn’t really have a lot; she wouldn’t have a lot if I left.  All we really had was each other.  How much would leaving change?  She would still be a superhero, just a depressed one.  She wouldn’t smile as often, and I really do love her smile.

 

            “Troy,” she tried again.  “I do these things to help people.  You know why I can’t just quit.”

 

            “I know!” I cried.  “I know,” I said quieter.

 

            I did know what she was talking about.  Sky hadn’t always been a hero.  When she had first started out, she was a villain.  Not an insane one, but she still hadn’t been acting like a good person.  All she really did was rob banks, and she never hurt anyone.  She just threatened, or that’s what she told me.  She says no one was ever hurt, except for one person.  One person was all it took.  One day, Sky went too far.  She didn’t know the extent of her powers, and she accidently killed someone.  It was terrible.  I think that was her wake up call.  She got a new costume along with a new name and set out to try to make up for it.  She was never punished because no one ever made the connection between retired villain Technora and brand new superhero Techno-girl.  I think Sky is still beating herself up over it though.  She didn’t tell me until our second year together.  No matter how many lives she saves, her sins as Technora still loom over her. 

 

            “Sky, I just… I just wish I could be there for you more.”  I said.

 

            She smiled at me and said, “Troy you are there for me, every day and every night.  You give me a reason to come home.” We were both quiet again.  “You know, when I’m in those fights, I always think of you.”  She paused and smiled, “That’s what gives me the strength to win every time.”

 

            Now it was my turn to smile. She really did need me.  So I reached over, turned off the TV and said, “We might want to get some sleep.  It helps to heal the broken body.”

 

            “Yeah, yeah, Thank God It’s Friday, I wouldn’t want to go into work looking like a piece of wood out of a campfire.” She laughed and I laughed, we laughed for a long time. We when we stopped I got up to go to bed, but she pulled on my arm and whispered: “Stay.”  So in the end we fell asleep on the living room floor.  We did argue after that we argued a lot, it’s hard not to, but from then on we understood each other just a bit better.  And I never thought about leaving again.

Caliber

"Why's it so dark?!"  I yell into the darkness, no one answers.  "Where the hell am I?!"   My name is Caliber... I thought I was dead... killed by some ninja chick.  I like not being dead, but... why aren't I?  "Where the hell am I?!" I shout.

"Hell is exactly where you are Joseph Romita."  It looks like a plume of fire!  Rising out of the darkness, and taking shape... it's head!  A human head made out of fire!!!

"Are you the devil?"  I ask.

"Yes."

"Should I be scared?"

"Yes."  I gulp, I know what coming next.  It's what happens to all people that go to hell.  "So... what torture do I get?"

"No torture... yet.  Instead I have a deal.  You confess all your sins... and I give you life."  That's a easy question.

"Deal."

"That was quicker than the last one."

"What?"

"Don't you want more details?"  The devil sounds confused.

"No.  So all I have to do is tell you how I screwed up?"

"Correct."

"Shoot!  Where do I start?!"

"How about... Vietnam?"  How did he know that?  I didn't want to tell him that.

"Oh..." I say "You don't want to hear about that."

"But I do."

"...Okay"  It feels like I had sold my soul.  "You ever hear... about what war can do to a man's morals.  Make him... do things he wouldn't normally do?"

"I'm familiar with it."

"That's what happened to me."

"Continue..."

"I went into Vietnam, ready to do my country proud, and kick some @#$!  I was all gun-ho, but still hadn't seen combat.

  Eventually, I fell in love, with a nurse named Joyce Harpkins.  I loved her, every part of her.  How'd she listen and talk back.  She wasn't afraid to speak her mind, but was never harsh about it.  I swear that every boy in the army loved her, but I had won her.  We even made plans to marry once our tours were over.

  Then it all came apart.  One day, just one day... we were raided!  First time I killed, first time I was shot, but Joyce... she... she was..."

"Killed.  Killed in cold blood, and what did you do?"

"... I... I...  We were northern Vietnam, so I stole a jeep and drove to the nearest village.  Then I... killed them all!  And not just the men... the women.... and the children!  Innocents who didn't even know the raid happened much less have anything to do with it!"

"There are too many major sins to count."

"And I did it all for revenge!  I killed them in the same cold blood as Joyce!  I was... lost.  I didn't realize what I had just done, and I had no idea where to go from there.  So I ran.  There was a plane leaving that same day.  It was taking troops home who finished their tours... troops who had earned it.  I stowed away.  Trying to run from my past, but I couldn't

  When I had got back... I couldn't get a job.  I was afraid it'd show on my sheet that I was supposed to be in Vietnam.  That it would show I left my country.  I had run from my past, and it had followed.

That's when I made the decision... the decision to become a mercenary.  I don't remember my first assassination, all I remember is that life soon became a blur of bloodshed and money.  Though I do remember one thing... the night I died.

  I had been hired to kill a crime lord named Calvin Brown, and because of another merc he had flown the coop.  So I was just there to gather info, but the other merc was there.  A ninja chick.  I tried to kill her, it should have been easy.  I was a big man with a big gun, and she was a skinny woman with a sword.  I underestimated her.  I got cocky.  She killed me.  End of story."  The devil doesn't seem to notice how embarrassed I am.

"Bravo!  Bravo!  What a touching tale.  You are a walking tragedy."

"I kept my end of the deal."

"That you did.  Now hold still, the pain will be brief."

"Pain what pain!  ARGHHH!!!!"  I hear myself scream!  It feels like I'm being torn to pieces! Then it stops.  I look around.  The sun is bright.  I'm alive.

Dark Sage

This story might make more sense if you read this
 http://storywritinggroup.blogspot.com/search/label/Agon

Introduction:

I wrote this because I felt I had characters that were thrown together. Characters that should've had a spotlight, but didn't. So this is the first of what I'm calling "Mini-Stories", stories that explore something other than what's going on in the original story. And what better place to start than the Villains!  Villains need origin stories too! Now some of these stories will build to something bigger, some won't. But instead of worrying about that. Sit back, relax, and enjoy.

The Story:

Darkness. I am dead... was dead... why am I not dead?  All I remember is... August Summers. August Summers tearing into me like an animal. Why is it so dark? Why am I not dead?

Suddenly, a plumage of flame rises up. I try to move, nothing. I try to yell, nothing. I don't feel anything, no heat. Why am I not scared? I should be scared, for I know who it is "Satan" I whisper.

The flame starts to twist and twirl at the sound of its name. It takes shape... a head, it takes the shape of a head.

"Yes. I am called by many names..." I didn't say that. It did. "But it is interesting you chose that one." I'm not scared anymore. Somewhere I find courage to speak.

"I am a product of my time."

"But of which time?"

"... I am of many." I'm talking to the devil. Why am I not scared?

"That is exactly why you are here. I shall be blunt. If you confess your sins to me. I will give  you life."

"In exchange for?"

"You humans always want to know the catch. Fine. You will be a soldier in my army."

"An army?"

"An army for the right time."

"And if I choose not to accept?"

"Why do humans have obsessions with details? If you don't accept, your soul rots in the circles of hell. And you my friend, would be in more than one circle."

"If the circles are real, than you already know my sins. Why the need to confess?"

"To confess and accept your sins is to give up your soul. You won't have one when you go back to life. Now, enough questions! You must choose and I would do so wisely,"

"... I... accept."

"Splendid, Feng, apprentice of Long: Master Of Dragons, and Him: Lord of Darkness."

"Was Him one of your soldiers?"

"Explains the lifelessness doesn't it? Yes, that was... until you killed him. I can't bring back a person twice. There's not another soul to work with. Now... Confess already!"

I open my mouth to speak and a rush of cool air comes out. I know what it is.

"It started in... I've forgotten the year. Time has worn down on me for so long it has lost all meaning. My Master, Long, was working on his spell to steal Dragon power. I his apprentice had helped. Long had grown jealous of the Dragons power, and I... had grown jealous of him. One day he reached his goal, the one thing he had worked for all his life. The spell was right there, all one had to do was take it. Then I... I..."

"Justified to yourself that you deserved it more than him. After telling this to yourself you started to believe your own lies. Sad."

"I attacked Long, attempting to steal his work. I failed. Long cast me away, and soon forgot about me. So while he practiced his spell, while I began the search for a new master. It wasn't soon after that I found..."

"Him."

"Yes him, he showed a new magic, one I'd never seen before. Dark Magic, and it was more powerful than Long's craft. I accepted his offer even... even when... even when we practiced on human lives."


"Your first and original major sin."

"...? Once, on a day the Great Wall was being built. I came across  my former master. I watched and hid as he waved his wand and created a new room, within the wall! I continued to watch as he placed half of his very existence in his wand, left it in the wall, and finally, he sealed the entrance. Then he stumbled away, half the man he used to be. I immediately ran over and pushed the brick that granted entrance. There I saw it... Long's wand! Because I had helped to make it, I knew that the spell put the stolen powers into the wand! But as my hand reached to touch what was rightfully mine... a small bolt of electricity leapt out. shocking me. Long had placed spells to protect it. I left, deciding to come back at a better time. That better time as the next day, then the next,... then the next. Each day I came back and each day I got the same results.

Though over the course of those days... I reached a decision. One that drove me to madness... if I wasn't already. I decided to become immortal to wait out the spells. This spell was simple but also powerful dark magic, and all dark magic requires sacrifice. To extend the life of one, others must give theirs. Him was the first to die, 49 others followed."

"You have 51 major sins."

"...? I remembered everyone of them."

"Which just made it harder to cope with."

"I spent the rest of my life working low wage jobs, and visiting the wand every day. Time soon lost all meaning, there were only the moments between the next visit." I hear my self sigh. My tell is over. I hear the words

"Until...?"

"Until August Summers! Who swooped in and took the dragon's power, and with it... the only reason I was immortal. I was furious, raging! I had sacrificed everything... only for this snot nosed kid to take it all! That's when I..."

"Made another decision."

"Yes, I cast a reveal spell on August, found out where he lived and... and..."

"Burned it down. With him and his family inside."

"Yes" I said quietly. "But him and sister lived. His parents..."

"Your 52nd and 53rd major sins."

"But still I wanted to hurt him more. So when I found his sister on the streets, I brought her to live with me. I lied to that poor girl for two years. Just to spite him. Those years were just a blur with another life in it. I never even got to know her. Then one night I confronted Summers and he... he... killed me."

Now I'm finished, I feel... empty. But the devil laughs and I hear him say

"Oh what an entertaining story! Now tell me: why could August kill if you were immortal?"

"I think you know why."

"I want to here it from your mouth."

"Grrrr... the spell only kept me from aging or natural causes.. Being killed by something or someone is different."

"Hmm... guess that spell wasn't very truthfull. Now hold still! The pain will be brief."

"What pa- AUGHHH!" My head explodes with pain! I feel like I'm being torn apart. Then... I'm put back together. The sun... is bright... I am alive."

My life with Lily

INTRODUCTION

To be honest with you I wrote this story because I was bored and my cat was with me. Lets just say inspiration can come from anywhere. This has to be one of my favorite stories I've written... to say it's my favorite ever, including the stories by other authors, would be tacky.

Let's make a list of reasons why it's one of my favorites, no complex story, no tragic backstories for characters and guess what? All you know about them is their names, no world shattering events, and no superheroes, which has been populating my writings a lot lately. And Now that we've listed my reasons for loving this story, it's time for me to SHUT UP!!! Ahem, and now the story.

EXCLESIOR!!! (always wanted to say that.)


THE STORY

I woke to the feeling of being watched. As I worked my way to opening my eyes, I heard heavy breathing. I finally opened my eyes and found Lily standing over me.

"It is time for breakfast."

"*Yawn* Morning to you to Lil."

"Breakfast now."

"Get it yourself."

"Uhhhh no thumbs."

"Right. *Yawn*"

Lily jumped off the bed and ran nimbly to the kitchen and jumped on the table. She had obviously been awake for a long time. Oh yeah, one more thing that might make this make sense to you. You said you were new here. Lily's a cat.

Shocking huh? I hear where you're from animals don't talk. Where was I? Ah yes, I continued to stumble into the kitchen, put on a pot of coffee on, and checked the time. 5:30, she had let me sleep in. She started meowing or talking from the table. Sorry I can't help myself.

"Karon, I'm hungry." she said sadly.

"What do you want?"

"Tuna!"

"You always want Tuna."

"Why don't you?"

"*Sigh*" I opened the can of tuna while she paced impatiently.

I don't know animals learned to talk, but I do know that everyone is a vegetarian. Well we still eat fish, they were the only ones why couldn't talk. That probably explains the tuna.

The can opener finished it's job and I gave Lily the tuna, then went to make cereal... for me. Though I'm sure Lily wouldn't mind the milk. I sat down to eat and chat with Lily.

"So what do you have planned today?" I asked.

"Just a few business meetings."

"I'm guessing you have to go to the office."

"Yes. But I'll be back, I'm always back. MUHAHAHAHA!!!"

"I had hoped not."

"HEY! Anyway what do you have planned?"

"I have to finish some comic scripts to finish."

"For which company? Don't you freelance write now?"

"Yeah I do, and I have a script for all five companies."

"Good luck with that. Aren't you glad I'm here to earn about hmm... ninety percent of our cash."

It's my turn to "Hey!"

"Anyhow I'm gone. See ya at two." Then she finished licking the tuna can for scraps, jumped off the table and ran out the cat door. She's a good roommate... even if she eats nothing but tuna.

For the next six hours I sat and wrote, every once and a while I'd get up and, go to the bathroom, eat or drink, and watch T.V. to "Relax my mind.". Though my writing won't interest not unless you are a fan of... I don't know superheroes or manga. Currently I was writing some dragon guy Agon. So how about I tell you how Lily and I met. More interesting, huh?

To be honest with you, we were roommates in college, but we weren't really friends until the of our final years. It wasn't that we hated each other, we just didn't hit it off right away. It didn't help we had completely different majors, and only had one class together... business.

We were about to graduate and were studying for our finals. Well Lily had bitten off more than she could chew, and had too many classes, all of which she was doing well in... except business. So the night before finals I gave her my notes and she passed all her classes.

After that we became good friends and decided to continue to room together. To be honest it feels good to live with someone who doesn't want to fall in love with me. Years later she returned the favor by getting me a job. She was working at some tech support company, and to answer your question: they have a program that lets people control the computers by voice. It takes the place of a keyboard.

So I was looking for a job in comics and one of Lily's clients was Image comics. Now in fairness I had applied a week earlier, but Lily had said something to them about me and a week later BOOM! I have a job

So I sat there writing until two, when I heard the cat door slam, and Lily comes stomping in.

"Ughhhh. The people at my job are complete IDIOTS!!!" She started to, slowly, steadily, started to calm down. She, fully calm now, walked to my computer where I had thirty new files open.

"I see you have been busy."

"You know what..." I said "... why don't we sit down with big bowls of ice cream and tuna, and watch some T.V.? The tuna's for you, the ice cream for me."

"Ahhhhh." she said in disappointment.

"What?"

"I want ice cream." I roll my eyes at this.

Then we sat down and watched from 2:30 to 9:00, then we went to bed. Both knowing that we would do the whole thing again tomorrow... except maybe the guys at Lily's job won't be idiots.

EPILOGUE

So did ya like it? Did ya? Did ya? I might start a series of it. Next thing you know HOLLYWOOD HERE I COME!!! Anyway feel free to leave comments. In fact please do!

P.S. I know epilogues usually have something to do with the story, but I felt like using the space to talk some more.

P.S.S. I felt like writing this story out of no where. Which is why It isn't listed in the preview we published earlier. O.K. O.K., I'M SHUTTING UP NOW!!! JEEZE!!!