Short stories by Guitar09

CHARLIE

Charlie was going to win a prize! he really hoped it would be gold, but he doubted it would. "probably silver," he thought. He was riding home on his bike to tell everybody the good news. He waved at the jackson's house as he passed by. They were old friends. They waved back. "I'm gonna win a prize!" He shouted as he sped by. He took a sharp turn right, and almost ran into a truck. "Ahhh!" He cried. He swerved to avoid the truck. He scowled over his shoulder at the driver of the truck. The driver scowled back at him. Charlie sneered over his shoulder to increase the effect. The driver didn't even look back. Charlie swerved his bike again and gave chase. Luckily, the speed limit was 15 miles per hour, so Charlie was able to catch up. He snapped a nearby limb from a tree, and bashed a hole in the truckers window. "Hey!" Said the trucker, and swerved wildly to get away from Charlie. Charlie biked home very proud of himself, and not just because he was going to win a prize. THE END.

Uncle Lard

It was our first visit to uncle lard's house. I was slightly nervous, and not because I had never seen him before. Uncle lard was--I'm sorry to say--a little bit crazy. Even his name suggests something is off. Some people say its because he liked to eat pig lard raw so much, that he changed his name to it. I never believed that, but looking at his house, which had a bunch of broken windows and a million stories. As we drove into the driveway, I was horrified when I saw a large rock come crashing through one of the few intact window. "Oh, no," remarked my Mom. "I guess its worse than I thought." The doctors had tried to figure out what was wrong with him but, as the story goes, they failed. He didn't have dementia, which was there first thought. And he didn't have anything else. So the mystery of why lard was so crazy remained unsolved. We were finally going to see Uncle Lard, after years of putting the visit off.