just type or copy and past some of your favorite stories you have made. here is one i wrote in 5th grade. it goes like.....................................
You are being burned/electrified/shot/eaten/blood sucked/choked/squashed to death at once while happy and seeing fish being cooked in fire while about to be dropped onto thin ice that will then break and you will fall into 3 giant spinning fans and then be cooked in lava only to be dragged out on a flaming rock 30 stories high and land on some death spikes in a car at a dump that is about to be compressed to a 1x1x1 cube in .5237 seconds and then going to be sent to a recycling center where you will be turned into a coke soda can. Your mouth and stomach somehow survived but are located on the inside of one of the soda cans. When the can is filled with coke, you drink all of it and later a person opens the can, finds no coke, and sues coke for 1 billion dollars and wins his case. Now donât you feel good? You just made someone rich!
owwwwww... he really did. (for people who don't believe me, he is my friend, at my house, in the same room, just in the other corner on my other computer. it hurt.)
once upon a time there was a fat guy. he said "I'm really fat!" so he thought to himself "hmmmm my body is like hell" so he became a murderer and killed 546 people before dying of heart failure.
the fat guy's brother was happy when he heard of his brother's death. Because when they were little his brother always said " YOU'RE A LOSER!!! HAHA HAHA!" so he went to the funeral and spit on the coffin but then he fell into the hole and fainted. The digging dude thought he was dead so he buried him. The brother ran out o' breath and died.
Flying, feeling the wind carrying him over the open land. He hadn't felt this good in days. Underneath him the landscape was never changing, nothing but grass and a few bushes. He looked up, seeing the limit of his flight, the dawn of day. He looped, trying to hold on to the moment, making it last a little longer. But the dawn came. A loud ringing near his ear pulled him out of the layers of the dream more effectively than anything else. A new day had begun.
