Each week there will be a Compition For all you writers to write a story and I will give you points on your story there will also be a leader board (Please write on this topic thanks)
As others have pointed out, there is already a thread like this. Official Writing Competition The irony that you are trying to host a writing competition, yet can't even properly spell the word, is rather laughable. This competition is not going to get off the ground, anyway. You didn't put any thought at all into it. Here's a few tips if you decide to try to make another competition. 1. List the rules 2. List a topic 3. Use correct grammar and spelling(Ever heard of a spellchecker?) 4. Usually, the judge(s) should be good at the competition's basis so they can properly judge 5. Use the Forum Search to make sure it hasn't been made before. There you go. This thread will probably be locked, but if you make another, good luck with that! -Moat
Once there was this fat boy. He was so fat that he made other people laugh at him. Just to look at him too, and you'd start laughing your head off! Anyways, so this fat boy was walking around and all of a sudden someone ask her where he was going!
"Hey, your ooooff the trail," moaned the talking Mamma cow, where ya gooooin?.
He din't know how to answer so he goes, "Oooooh, I din't knooooow."
It turns out that he was speaking to a talking cow! "Well, I'm a talking cooooow, so I always knooooow where I'm gooooooing!"
"Huh? Why is that?" he asked. "I mean, Hoooooow, cooooome?"
"Cuds I fooooollooooow the trail and axe durectiooooons when I get loooooost." The cow started to say something else, but then burped up some of its meal, and its lips just moved the words in a strenuous effort to speak, but it started chewing instead. It had been a long day and the cow was hungry.
The fat boy realized this was the first time that anyone ever spoke with him and didn't laugh. So he prayed to God. "God, if you make people this fat, why not just turn them into talking cows?"
All of a sudden he woke up in the middle of the pasture. The mamma cow wasn't far behind, and her cowbell was just a ringing!
The fat cow sauntered over to the mamma cow. "Mamma cooooow," the fat cow asked. "Was I ooooonce a fat little boooooy, or did I just dream that?" But since he was a cow now, all he said was, "Mmmmmooooooooahae! Gurgle gurgle, mmooooooooooo."
Then he thought, "Maybe it's gooooood to be a cooooow. At least noooo oooone is laughing at me..." and he sniffed the delicious alfalfa grass and started licking it into his mouth. Munch..munch..munch.
And he lived happily ever after.
THE END.
The moral of the story is, don't eat red meat, because maybe that steak was actually once a little fat Christian boy that turned into a cow. Ewww!
