Friday, April 15, 2011

The Message

Don't dismiss this outright as the work of some raving lunatic. There's some sense to this story, if you'll just hear me out...

Look, we all wonder if time travel is possible, right? Well, let me tell you something... it is. I'm from the future, actually. It's a really great thing; getting to see the past, watching events unfold... stuff like that. We know more now than we ever would.

Behind all the fun, though,  there's a more serious aspect. We aren't supposed to go in our own lifetime, and we are NEVER allowed to contact our past selves. Let me tell you, I'm breaking that rule right now. Yes, kid, you're talking to yourself. Your future self. I'm going to be executed for this, but you know what? I accept that. I'm preventing something by talking to you that's worse than death. I can't tell you outright what to do, because filters would catch it. This is the closes I can get, trust me. I can however send a little message.

You should probably read the first word of every paragraph, now.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

The Girl in the photograph

One school day, a boy named Tom was sitting in class and doing math. It was six more minuts until after school. as he was dooing his homework, something caught his eye.

His desk was next to the window, and he turned and looked to the grass outside. It looked like a picture. When school was over, he ran to the spot where he saw it. He ran fast so that no one else could grab it.

He picked it up and smiled. It had a picture of the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She had a dress with tights on a nd red shoes, and her hand was formed into a peace sign.

She was so beautiful he wanted to meet her, so he ran all over hte school and asked everyone if they knew her or have ever seen her before. But everyone he asked said "No." He was devastated.

When he was home, he asked his older sister if she knew the girl, but unfortunately she also said "No." It was very late, so Tom walked up the stairs, placed the picture on his bedside table and went to sleep.

Int he middle of the night Tom was awakened by a tap on his window. It was like a nail tappng. He got scared. After the tapping he heard a giggle. He saw a shadow near his window, so he got out of his bed, walked toward his window,  opened it up and followed the giggling. By the time he reached it, it was gone.

The next day again he asked his neighbours if they knew her. Everybody said, "sorry, no". When his mother came home he even asked her if she knew her. She said "No." He went to his room, placed the picture on his desk and fell asleep.

Once again he was awakened by a tapping. He took the picture and followed the giggling. He walkedd across the road, when suddenly he got hit by a var. He was dead with hte picture in his hand.

The driver got out the car and tried to help him, but it was too late. Suddenly he saw the picture and picked it up.

He saw a cute girl holding up three fingers.