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There once lived a small child who never laughed and never smiled. His parents, try as they may, could never elicit an emotion of happiness. Then on a non-specific day that fall the circus came to town.
Hoping their son would at last find his happiness, the family packed up into the van - that had many cup holders - and left for the evening show.
Once there, they studied the young boy's face, looking for any sign as he took in the scene around them
So far...nothing.
A moment later, they were sitting comfortably in their seats under the big top.
The boy gave no indication that he was moved.
The show began
There were clowns and horses -- feats of strength and tight ropewalkers, but nothing could make him respond.
Then the lights dimmed...only the center ring was lit
It was time for the lions, the ringleader had announced. The hopeful parents waited in heightened anticipation for the big cats to appear.
They looked toward their son to glint his reaction, but in his place was only a bag of circus peanuts and an untouched cotton candy...
In a panic, the parents searched the crown harriedly, but he was nowhere to be found
Enter drunken lion tamer...pants half zipped …not because he is drunk on booze, but b/c he is having a sordid affair with the strong man's wife, Alma - the trapeze artist.
.. In a dark, secluded corner of the tent, a large eye opens...gazing out into the action...
Hoping their son would at last find his happiness, the family packed up into the van - that had many cup holders - and left for the evening show.
Once there, they studied the young boy's face, looking for any sign as he took in the scene around them
So far...nothing.
A moment later, they were sitting comfortably in their seats under the big top.
The boy gave no indication that he was moved.
The show began
There were clowns and horses -- feats of strength and tight ropewalkers, but nothing could make him respond.
Then the lights dimmed...only the center ring was lit
It was time for the lions, the ringleader had announced. The hopeful parents waited in heightened anticipation for the big cats to appear.
They looked toward their son to glint his reaction, but in his place was only a bag of circus peanuts and an untouched cotton candy...
In a panic, the parents searched the crown harriedly, but he was nowhere to be found
Enter drunken lion tamer...pants half zipped …not because he is drunk on booze, but b/c he is having a sordid affair with the strong man's wife, Alma - the trapeze artist.
.. In a dark, secluded corner of the tent, a large eye opens...gazing out into the action...
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no takers?0
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Lots of random details in there, not sure where you're going with it. "on a non-specific day that fall"? Whut?0
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Just go with it...0
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It's not interesting.0
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Then why are you posting? Be gone with you!
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You seemed lonely.0
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Nope. Just bored.0
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A very large one eyed snake started to slither out..... One very large Gold Eye on the snake.... He starts to slither towards where the boy and his family were sitting...........0
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A very large one eyed snake started to slither out..... One very large Gold Eye on the snake.... He starts to slither towards where the boy and his family were sitting...........
YAY! Thanks for kicking things off....unlike SOME people. :grumble:0 -
The boy lost his grip on the cotton candy and peanuts.... and some spilled out onto the ground... In the meantime.. the elephants started circling the arena pretty ladies on top of them.... (Im one of those ladies :happy: ) Haaah. They were not aware of the snake that got loose.0
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The eye is the boy's. there is something very familiar about this lion tamer. he can't grasp exactly what it is, but through the drunken stupor in front of him, the boy can't shake the feeling that he knows the man.
Time passes. the boy has graduated from high school and college, even achieved a doctorate from Princeton. he has been acutely aware of his inability to be happy, and has exhausted every known option for creating joy, to no avail. Misery follows him everywhere.
he has one last hope: time travel. our boy, now a man, has avoided moving backward in time not only because that is the only option, but because being stuck in an unhappy past would offer no more hope for him.
He has no choice. His misery continues when the time machine malfunctions and he is stuck a mere 25 years prior. With no friends, no money, and no happiness, he collapses just outside the wreckage.
More time passes, the boy has found work, but is miserable. He has become an alcoholic and lost all sense of morals and direction.
Another night of work. He stumbles out onto the stage, business as usual. He happens to look to his left, and back behind the shadows he sees a little boy staring back at him.
A small but noticeable smirk lights up his face.0 -
Thats pretty deep. Is the boy also the lion tamer man ? Is the boy and the man the same person? Is it possible with the time travel aspect? Hummmm. I liked that story... I don't care if Im only one who does like it... Haaah.0
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The eye is the boy's. there is something very familiar about this lion tamer. he can't grasp exactly what it is, but through the drunken stupor in front of him, the boy can't shake the feeling that he knows the man.
Time passes. the boy has graduated from high school and college, even achieved a doctorate from Princeton. he has been acutely aware of his inability to be happy, and has exhausted every known option for creating joy, to no avail. Misery follows him everywhere.
he has one last hope: time travel. our boy, now a man, has avoided moving backward in time not only because that is the only option, but because being stuck in an unhappy past would offer no more hope for him.
He has no choice. His misery continues when the time machine malfunctions and he is stuck a mere 25 years prior. With no friends, no money, and no happiness, he collapses just outside the wreckage.
More time passes, the boy has found work, but is miserable. He has become an alcoholic and lost all sense of morals and direction.
Another night of work. He stumbles out onto the stage, business as usual. He happens to look to his left, and back behind the shadows he sees a little boy staring back at him.
A small but noticeable smirk lights up his face.
He thinks the boy is cute, hes taken aback about his feelings for the boy, he always thought he was straight but he now has this tingle in the pit of his stomach, and the boy senses it too...0 -
But after a few more moments of contemplation, he realizes that he is misinterpreting his feelings because he has never known anything like them before. He is not feeling a physical attraction toward the boy, but he is attracted to him nonetheless. He notes how the boy's eyes are at the same time familiar and strange; how the boy's facial expressions seem to forecast his own; and that the rest of the crowd has blurred into the background, distinguishing the boy further.0
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He is soo amazed how much the other boy looks like him, almost to the exact detail. This starts to frighten the boy now, his heart starts pounding, his plams sweating, then a strange but embarassing calm comes over him, when he finally realizes that he was looking into a mirror!! So embarassed by this, the boy runs off stage and...0
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Then ,with no warning,he was dead. Hard eye's glittered with joy as they looked at the lifeless body laying on the floor. Three tiny needles protruding from his forehead. The mind behind the joyful eye's recalled the intense pain caused by this monster and she felt satisfaction for the first time in years. PEANUTS!0
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....but the boy was not dead, he was just pretending because he almost died of embarassment when it was really him he saw in the mirror. He gets up and takes the three needles out of his head. Then he went back onto the stage and mooned the audience who was still laughing from earlier.0
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HE WAS DEAD:sad:0
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Whatever... He ain't dead.
To late he realized his mistake. Wht on earth had he dropped his drawers after getting shot in the head? This time it really hurt. He felt something sharp peirce his buttocks. He fell on the floor and rolled and screamed for johnny bravo to come help him. He had always been their for him before. Even resurrecting him from the dead the last time he got shot. But during his rolling and screaming he got twisted up in his M.C Hammer pants iand fell off the back of the stage right into the
Hey, OP deleted his account.0 -
...arms of splashangel, where she and the boy dropped some acid. Splashangel told the boy it would help with his wounds, but the boy stated having a bad trip and started throwing up. Then he started laughing when he started thinking about when splashangel said he was wearing MC hammer pants. He then proceeded to take off the pants while yelling "here comes the hammer" over and over again until...0
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Whatever... He ain't dead.
To late he realized his mistake. Wht on earth had he dropped his drawers after getting shot in the head? This time it really hurt. He felt something sharp peirce his buttocks. He fell on the floor and rolled and screamed for johnny bravo to come help him. He had always been their for him before. Even resurrecting him from the dead the last time he got shot. But during his rolling and screaming he got twisted up in his M.C Hammer pants iand fell off the back of the stage right into the
Hey, OP deleted his account.
Your crappy story made him delete his account. I hope you're happy!0 -
When she realized he was about to pull his pants off AGAIN, she screamed, NO,IT IS NOT HAMMER TIME YOU IDIOT and proceeded to yank his pants back up so hard that she gave him a hugh wedgie! A wedgie so serious that his pants wasn't coming off for the rest of the story. Maybe never....Then she grabbed her cell phone and called a hazordous material clean up crew to take care of the acid they dropped. It had already burned half the stage away. She then called an ambulance and explained the terrible fall he had and told them he prolly had a concussion cause he was throwing up. Meantime....0
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NUH-UH! You did it. You scared him away with all the butt bearing!:laugh:0
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... And the boy says to himself.... I was born for this... I was born to remove the scum of the earth.... I'm, a sniper! And the parents hear a shot ring out and order is restored to the family event!!!0
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NUH-UH! You did it. You scared him away with all the butt bearing!:laugh:
Well, I guess we'll never know. He'll also never know how great his story became.
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I'm sad and so I'm going to bed.:yawn:0
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Whatever... He ain't dead.
To late he realized his mistake. Wht on earth had he dropped his drawers after getting shot in the head? This time it really hurt. He felt something sharp peirce his buttocks. He fell on the floor and rolled and screamed for johnny bravo to come help him. He had always been their for him before. Even resurrecting him from the dead the last time he got shot. But during his rolling and screaming he got twisted up in his M.C Hammer pants iand fell off the back of the stage right into the
Hey, OP deleted his account.
So he mooned the audience in his MC Hammer pants... Haaaah. The OP deleted his acct???? What the heck... Oh Well... Someone else start another story... Please.... :happy:0 -
O.K Karen,
Once upon a time there was this porcupine named sit who had a pet tornado named spin. One day Sit and Spin were casually waddeling and spinning down a well known hwy somewhere near........0 -
Near Disneyland... And then...
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And then Sit decided it was time to tell Spin his long kept secret. He took a moment to gather his thoughts, took a deep breath and........0
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