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Every Tower Needs A Princess

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All his life, Ryan had loved reading about knights, whether they were slaying dragons or going on other gallant deeds. Maybe that was why he jumped at the chance to go to the tower that his brothers said stood in the woods behind their house. They had teased him about going to rescue his princess, so he had snuck out before anyone was up. He did not know why he even believed their story about there being a tower in the woods behind their house. He must have explored every tree of them by now! He gasped as he saw the tower, literally like something out of a fairy tale. For the briefest moment, he wondered… if the tower existed, did the princess? Ryan did not even know what he would do with a princess. Sure, he had started noticing girls, but he was not old enough to get married! He dismissed the thought. It was a broken down old building, that was all. “Gonna go in?” He jumped and turned around to see his little sister standing behind him. “Where’d you come from?” She giggled. “Tho...

Get Good

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"I'm dead serious, dude. I don't cheat, I just downloaded that training thing and now I'm winning matches all the time!" Jimmy could barely believe it. Was that all it took? He almost squeaked in excitement, but quickly regained his composure. "What's it called again?" "Combat trainer or something like that. I can't really remember. It was like a month ago." "Kay. I'll try to find it." Jimmy logged off the game and went looking on the forums. Forty-five minutes later, he had had no luck. "Damn it." He muttered. "Zach was lying. He is a cheater. Knew it." Jimmy muttered. "Hey, what's this?" He saw a forum topic called Combet Traner. It was spelled wrong, but that had to be it, right? He clicked on it. "Jimmy? Time for your shower." "Mom! I don't need a reminder." He said as the trainer began to download. "Did you shower?" "No." He sighed and left ...

Bart's Bunny

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Bart sighed and pulled at the starched collar of his shirt, wishing once again that it was not so stiff. Where did Aunt Mary buy these things? As if it was not bad enough that she had bought him the Easter outfit of an oversized six year old: khaki shorts, a sky blue short sleeve dress shirt and a yellow bow tie, she also seemed to believe that he really was six and had bought him the underwear to go with. Maybe if mom had let him pack his own clothes, but no! Aunt Mary provides everything, he thought sarcastically. That was why he had pulled a pair of Spider-Man underoos. Honest to God Spider-Man underoos! Tighty whities would have been better, although only barely. “Bart, come over here. We’ll be starting the egg hunt soon.” He groaned and turned to walk as far away from the egg hunt as possible, leaving the backyard and going to the shady side of the house, the sounds of the little kids playing fading. He smiled to himself. He was practically a teenager, practically a man. He was ...