The Random non- sense of our oh so twisted minds XD

The Random non- sense of our oh so twisted minds XD

A Story by We are young.
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To my sisrendosuin chan, thanks for inspiring me and showing the light at the end of the tunnel. :)

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I awoke, the first thing I did was smile. Oh yea life was good. It was an early monday morning and I had to go to college. Ugh even over the years school still seeemed like torture. The sun broke slowly through the cloudy october sky. Yea I still lived in Washington, but everything was way better. I had my sisrendousin (Sister-friend-cousin.) Everyday, at least for now anyway, I lived with her and paid rent. I only had one year of Central left before I planned to move away. Somehow I don't think I could ever bring myself to leave though. I was happy, and that was kind of new. Lets just say High school didn't go well. Chan (my sisrendousin) Was there through it all, looking back on it it seems so long. It was great to have such a good friend.

Running through the hallway of the house I made a sharp turn into Chans bedroom and flopped onto the bed. I shook her

"Wake up! wake up!" I said in excitment.

She groaned.

"Why?" She asked.

"It's monday!" I said happily.

Seriously it wasn't much to be happy about but hey. What the hell?

"So? I take night classes." She said. Like she seriously thought I forgot.

"But I can't find the keys..." I exsplained.

Afte searching the whole house we were at loss.

"Okay, I give up I'm hungry." I said reaching for the bread to make toast.

"I seriously wonder how you got this far." Chan said with a laugh.

I through a glare at her.

"Made it how far? living with you and going to college?" I asked taking the piece of bread out of the bag.

She laughed.

I grabbed the bread and put it in the toaster, when I realized the bread wouldn't fit.

"What the heck" I thought out loud.

I took the bread out and saw a shiney key. I was about to put my hand in the toaster when Chan stopped me.

"Bree! Unplug the toaster first you'll get the shocked!" She said.

"Oh did you figure that out by putting the keys in there?" I asked.

"No I don't have any idea how they are in there." She said.

"I bet it was Andy" I said.

Chan sighed.

"Andy! get your feathery butt in here!" She screamed.

Andy waddled around the counter. He was a yellow, fluffy, baby duck. I picked him up the moment I saw him.

"I love you" I said placing the yellow fluff ball in my hand. He quacked.

Chan smiled.

"I can't belive we got a duck, I can't belive we actually have an emotional attachment to this duck either." She said with a laugh.

Yep life was everything I had ever dreamed it to be.

 

 

 

© 2009 We are young.


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I still think we should get a duck.. lol it's funny cuz its name is Andy! XD

Posted 13 Years Ago


That was a cute little story, certainly enjoyed it. Love the ending, this makes me want to have a duck :P Nice job :)

Posted 14 Years Ago


Nice bit of story making. I liked the character interactions. Once disconnect: went to shake awake roomy the reached for bread for breakfast. You didn't take your reader to the kitchen or kitchenette; unless of course where the roommate sleeps is also a pantry. :)

This was pretty good. I think you could easily dev this into something larger and fuller. It would be a fun read, IMHO.

Cheers!
Doc.

Posted 14 Years Ago


You don't ever want to have a duck in the house. There is no way to house train one and their "leftovers" are a semi-liquid, putrid mess. Try a chicken, at least their poop is drier and doesn't stink as much. There is also a lot less of it.

Hans von Lieven

Posted 15 Years Ago


YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
I wanna duck.. lets get a duck bree

Posted 15 Years Ago



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I'm not going to same I'm not average, Because I am. I dance in the rain and make sick jokes. I'm not a person who speaks out or who states her opinion. I can be the calmest person when i want to, or .. more..

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