Showing posts with label short stories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label short stories. Show all posts

Friday, January 28, 2011

Dictionary Words of the Day tWiStEd by Austin Troyer

∙ Beleaguer
∙ Daunt
∙ Gargantuan
∙ Magnanimous
∙ Wanderlust

There once was a magnanimous dwarf whose name was James Bond, of great adventures was he quite fond. His wanderlust was gargantuan. There was nothing that could daunt or beleaguer him, but one day he drowned in his pet frogs in a miniature pond. 

All Colors are Blue by Austin Troyer

All colors are not blue, unless you want me to go all poetry like and tell you they are for no particular reason. Not all colors are blue, but a lot are such as green which is a mixture of yellow and blue or purple which is a mixture of red and blue. There is also red and yellow unfortunately you cannot mix any colors to get these two, which goes the same for blue. You can, however, use red, blue, and yellow to make many other colors. Say you wanted orange you would mix red and yellow together to get that color. Orange is not blue either because it is a mixture of red and yellow. This leads back to blue not being able to make red and yellow. Then there is the controversy of whether or not white is blue because some would say that if you make blue light enough it becomes white, but to make it lighter you have to add white to it. So my conclusion is that not all colors are blue, but quite a few are.

Saturday, December 4, 2010

The Tail by Austin Troyer

The Tail

    I drove the van around the corner into the dark alleyway. My accomplice was standing in the corner waiting for me, water dripping from his hat. “Jump in,” I said as I opened the passenger door.
    “Have you found the crook yet?” asked James as he jumped in.
    “No,” I replied while backing out of the alley way. “I still can’t believe he stole it.” All of a sudden something smashed into the van. I looked into the rearview mirror. A small yellow bear with a red shirt was strapping a pack of dynamite to the rear window. Strange thing is once he jumped off he picked up a pot of honey and started walking away as if nothing had happened. All the while I didn’t realize the fuse was still burning. Luckily, James pulled me out of the car just as the dynamite started to explode. We ducked behind a garbage dumpster as debris flew all around us. “Who was that?” I asked James.
    “It was the Pooh Bear,” said James in a gravelly voice, “One of the deadliest assassins around.” He walked over to place where the car had been parked. There on the ground scratched into the pavement we found the words “Barney sends his regards”.
    “Hey do you think that the fuzzy, purple dunce cone I found the other day was actually Barney’s tail?” I asked James. "Seeing as how there was a tag on the inside that said property of the big purple dinosaur."
    “Yeah that’s probably why we were nearly killed,” he replied angrily. “Where did you find it anyways?” James asked.
    “Um, I’d prefer not to answer that,” said I. Knowing good and well James would laugh if I told him I got it from a five year old girl who convinced me that it was extremely valuable and I actually bought it from her for five sour gummy worms kids and a lollipop. I mean seriously, sour gummy worms are the bomb and I gave them away for something that nearly got me killed! What I learned that day was never trust a five year old carrying a chainsaw, even if it is plastic.