Once upon a time there was a boy named Bob who liked to eat potatoes. He liked potatoes so much that he wished for everything he touched to become potatoes. One day, as the boy was sleeping, a fairy godfather granted his wish. The bed upon which the boy slept was immediately transformed into a mashed potatoes, although the boy actually preferred his potatoes twice-baked and loaded with sour cream and chives. You see, he never specified how his magically formed potatoes should be prepared in the magic land of wonderment before replacing each item he touched. Unfortunately for Bob he was a very deep sleeper and suffocated in his bed of mashed potatoes. Having mercy on his poor soul, an angel transported him to a special portion of heaven in which twice-baked potatoes were served every day with an assortment of toppings available.
C'mon, I told you one last Saturday night - all about sharks and boring things like that ...
Did you respond - no! And one of the discouraging things about Saturday Night Stories is how often there is so little response to them, and I end up wondering why I bothered in the first place.
I do of course accept that for many people on the site, sharks or SAM 7 missiles are not exactly gripping subjects, but they're surely more exciting than "what are you doing this afternoon?" And, dare I say, reflect experience that most on RYL have never known ...
Tony (in a world of his own - but one in which he's privileged, and knows it).
I did read your story, Tony, but had no idea what to say as a response so kept to myself. I believe I've also read further on the thread about ships going down and sharks eating people. I was also kind of curious as to what kind of stories people would come up with if they bothered to try.
Wilbur the wombat lives in a hole, in a hill, in a forest outside of willsbrie.
He was a funny fellow always picking up objects when he was out on his walks. which was pretty much all the time as he did tend to get bored very easy laying about the barrow most Wombats just lay there and sleep but not Wilbur, Wilbur was well, weird.
one day Wilbur found the most extraordinary umm well I guess the only thing you could really call it would be a thing as there was no other name to call it or of course the thing did have a name and it was in fact something rather then just a thing but neither I nor Wilbur had the slightest idea what it was so just imagine a thing, a big thing, a big round thing although round it was a rather oddly shaped thing kind of round but not, I wouldn't how ever go as far as to call it oval shaped but it sure as **** wasn't perfectly round. kind of like it used to be perfectly round then some big fatty came along and sat on it and now it's out of shape much like the fatty that sat on it that is of course not to say all fatties are out of shape some are quiet in shape and very healthy indeed just well a fatty and just on the off chance you happen to be a bit of a fatty and take offence to this and decide to sue at least wait until the end of the story before you go running off the fight the good fight. Right now where was I… oh yes a fatty sat on it well that’s what it looks like at least.
after staring at the big round umm thing for a few hours Wilbur decided that he would try to roll thing home, not having the foggiest idea how he do so then it dawned on him and he began scouring around for a stick large enough to act as a lever.
.....this would be the start of umm i don't even know anymore but i stopped working on it and went on to other things kurt is to old to write stories for
OK, guys. If you do want stories at least give me some idea as to what they should be about? Having being doing them, on and off, for years, I can tell you that for even someone of my advanced age, you do eventually run out - a bit like life I suppose!
Tony (but do tell me what sort of stories you'd like. Sex is definitely out! I did try a couple of Christmas's ago to tell a just slightly romantic story but it certainly didn't qualify for the Booker Prize, and I think it fell slightly flat).
i could flood this thread with childrens stories however i don't own a rights to them even though i wrote them so pretty much anyone can take them for their own.
To whom I may offend,
hahahahaha
Yours faithfully the monkeys arse
