What Makes a Tragedy? (StoryADay Post)

Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends

Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

link to original story: Lies, Lies, Lies!

The police pulled the body of 16-year-old Jason Crawford from the bottom of Eckert Lake.

If that doesn’t make you sad, the story behind his death will.

Jason was responsible for exposing Ella Norris as a fraud after spending four months in English class listening to her “lies” about her “adventures in Stupidland” when she was playing in her coat closet. After Jason turned the rest of the class against her, Ella was expelled from Autryville High School.

But she wasn’t going to let that go without a fight.

While her parents demanded that the principal allow her back into the school (and the principal ordered the Norris family to send Ella to a mental hospital), Ella saw the boy who ruined her life hanging out with his friends by the lake. She felt that he did not deserve to go to school or have friends because he was “normal” and she was “retarded”. She decided to punish him for destroying her life.

Hence, her clubbing him in the back of his head and pushing him into the lake, where he drowned.

But this story isn’t over yet.

When the news about Jason’s death got out, many people in Autryville, Pennsylvania demanded that Ella be put to death for killing a boy who did nothing wrong but told her to stop playing with her imaginary friends. Ella’s parents tried to explain that Ella was “just a kid” and “she didn’t mean to kill that boy”, but no one was buying it. To the city, Ella was a selfish person who bullied the other kids for being “normal”, never had any friends, and preferred the company of imaginary friends.

After Jason’s family decided to press charges against Ella, the city geared up for the trial of the year. After a three-week trial, Ella was found guilty of murder and sentenced to life in a psychiatric hospital. Her parents were not allowed to defend her, nor could they visit her at the hospital.

So now we have the sad story about a girl who loved to play in the coat closet but is now in solitary confinement in a psychiatric hospital because she committed an unnecessary murder of an innocent boy who told her to stop talking to her imaginary friends. As this story ends, you should pay attention to it and if possible, rethink your life.

Ok, Who Gave You Permission to Write This Story? (StoryADay Post)

In another universe, Michael Lowery, Sadie Green, Isaac Hammond, Paul Turner, and Thomas Stone were hanging out at Jack’s Clubhouse when the Norse god Loki showed up.

“Who are you?” said Isaac as he stared at the god.

“He’s Loki,” said Michael. “Don’t you know who he is?”

“Don’t tell me, it’s Loki from those “Thor” movies,” said Sadie.

“So does that mean we’re going to get Loki?” said Paul.

“Not if you want him to trick you,” said Michael. “He’s a trickster God, after all.”

“You’re quite right,” said Loki.

“Let me guess: you’re going to play a trick on someone?” said Thomas.

“Well, I have someone who owes me something, and they didn’t pay up,” said Loki.

“And who owes you something and they didn’t pay you back?” said Thomas.

“Someone by the name George Stewart and Samuel Burton,” said Loki. “They had the nerve to make a demand that I couldn’t meet, and they owe me for that last trick they did with your friend Tyler Dawson and Lucas Nelson…”

“Oh no, they killed them, didn’t they?” said Sadie.

“Nope,” said Loki. “I just sent them to Disneyland. They tried to get me to do the same thing to your friend Thomas, but I knew Thor was going to find out if I was involved in yet another disappearance. So I told them no.”

“They’re not going to like that,” said Michael.

“Then they’re not going to love what I’m doing to do to them,” sad Loki.

To make this long story short, so she ended up torturing Mr. Stewart and Mr. Burton until they admitted to the police that they organized the kidnapping of Tyler Dawson and Lucas Nelson. Of course, they claim that the god Loki made them do it, but nobody believed them.

“Never thought this would happen,” said Sadie as the group celebrated their friends’ safe return. “Who knows what would have happened if Loki hadn’t showed up when he did.”

“Who cares?” I said Thomas. “We got our friends back, Mr. Stewart and Mr. Burton are in jail, and everything’s going our way. What could possibly go wrong?”

Unfortunately, the kids forgot that Loki was still around causing nothing but trouble for the city of Harrison Creek, Oregon

Capturing the Stranger (Genderflipped edition) (StoryADay Post)

Pretty Little Liars (book)

Pretty Little Liars (book) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

“I can’t believe this happened,” said Sadie as the kids watched Mr. Stewart being arrested by the police. “How were we to know that Terry’s dad was the Stranger?”

“I don’t know,” said Michael, “but there had to be a reason why he did whatever it was that he did.”

“I hope so,” said Isaac. “He wouldn’t have kidnapped Tom and hampered all efforts to find him without a motivation.”

The trio stood and watched as Shane and Paul, along with Terry and Louie, came toward them. “Guys, what happened here?” Shane cried out. “I could hear police sirens from a mile away.”

Sadie said, “Well, it’s kind of a funny story…”

TWO HOURS EARLIER…

“I can’t believe you chose to do this instead of going to the movies,” said Sadie as she, Isaac, and Michael drove away from the theater and went to the neighborhood where the old Mycroft house was located. “What could be more important than a movie?” They were sure that someone living in the house had something to do with the Thomas Stone debacle.

“Well, I know that Terry didn’t have anything to do with Tom’s disappearance and Tiffany and Torvald aren’t involved with Tom either,” said Michael. “So it has to be one of his parents.”

“Why is it always adults that do that kind of thing?” said Isaac.

“Because whenever Thomas Stone is brought up, our trust in our parents and other adults decreases,” said Sadie. “Soon, I fear that the FBI will step in and take us from our families like what happened when Mimi Johnson was murdered years ago.”

“Let’s make sure that this doesn’t happen to us,” said Michael.

They made their way to the house and found a secret passage that led to a part of the house which contained an office full of computers, tablets, cell phones, and hidden video cameras.

“What is this place?” Michael cried out.

“It must be where the Stranger lives,” said Sadie.

“No doubt about it,” said Michael. “He must have been tacking our movements and everything we do or say.”

“Just like in “Pretty Little Liars“,” said Isaac as everyone glared at him. “I’ve read those books. I know what’s going on. I bet their story applies to us.”

“But unlike the girls, I know how to end this story,” said Sadie as she whipped out her cell phone. “The police routinely watch social media websites to weed out criminals. We need to report this now while no one can stop us.”

She took pictures of the computers and tablets and everything on them, beginning with summer 2005, when the trouble with Tom began to summer 2010, when the horror truly began. The boys walked around the place, searching for clues that would lead them to Tom and his killer, but instead found fake documents and scho

ol records belonging to a boy named James Osborn.

“Ok, now who the heck is James?” Michael snapped as he read the papers.

“I don’t know,” said Isaac, “but something tells me that we’re soon going to find out.”

“What are you children doing in my office?” A voice cut into the air. Michael and Isaac quickly pulled the door shut, locked it, and set a bar across the door as well as a heavy steel cabinet.

“You might want to call the police,” said Isaac as Michael gathered the papers. “We have a problem.”

“Why?” said Sadie. “We’re already having a hard time trusting adults as it is, so why should we ask them for help?”

“Because they’re the only thing between us and whoever’s out there,” said Michael. “Now hurry up, we don’t have much time!”

As Sadie called the police, the boys cringed as they heard the Stranger on the other end pounding on the door. They knew that the next few minutes could mean life or death…

TWO HOURS LATER…

“So that’s where you were while we were at the movies,” said Shane. “You were snooping around the Old Mycroft place.”

“Not just snooping,” said Sadie. “The Stranger has their office here.” They all watched as the police hauled papers, computers, tablets, and cell phones from a large office.

“Ok, that’s all fine and dandy,” said Paul, “but who is the Stranger?”

They all watched as Mr. Stewart was hauled away in handcuffs. The man cursed and screamed as the police were taking him away.

“Well, what a great plot twist,” said Louie. “Terry’s dad was the Stranger all along. How did no one but us see that?”

“I’m sure that this will be all over the news once that story gets out,” said Terry. “But still, I can’t believe that my own dad had a hand in the entire Thomas Stone thing. How did I not foresee this?”

“None of us did,” said Michael.

“Now what do we do since there is no Stranger for us to deal with?” said Sadie.

The kids knew that within a few days, people would be talking about the arrest of Gregory Stewart for cyberstalking and harassing several children under the age of 18. No one would believe that the victims of the crime had somehow gotten the power to turn the tables on their tormentor.

But that’s for another story.

Original Post: https://storiesin5minutes.wordpress.com/2015/05/29/capturing-the-stranger-part-2-storyaday-post/

Don’t Open the Box (StoryADay Post)

“Huh!” He said. “I never would have thought that would fit in there.”

“You think?” She snapped.

“Yeah. I thought this key wouldn’t fit in the lock. But it did.”

“I see. Now let’s see if we could unlock the lock.”

He turned the key and sure enough, the lock opened and fell off. “Well, that’s interesting.”

“Let’s see what’s inside,” she said as she opened what appeared to be a treasure box.

But they never should have opened the box at all because the moment they did, a green light came out and sucked out their souls, trapping them inside the box. The lock was put back on and the key hidden.

Until the next pair of suckers who decided to open the box, that was.

A Trip to the Beach (StoryADay Post)

A Charlie Bone/Children of the Red King fan fiction

It was now summertime and as such, there was no school during the summer. This made Charlie Bone happy, as he didn’t want to face another week at Bloor’s Academy. He looked forward to lazy days at the house watching TV and hanging out with his friends. He didn’t want to give a single thought to the children of the red king, especially Manfred Bloor, who he completely disliked.

That was, until…

“Charlie, we have to get going!” Billy raven knocked on the door to his room. Charlie frowned, as he had been dreaming of a lazy day at the park. He was most certainly NOT interested in whatever shenanigans Manfred had planed for him.

“What is it?” he cried out. “Can’t you see I’m staying at home today?”

Nope,” said Billy. “Manfred says that all children of the red king are going to the beach today, and he’s not taking no for an answer.”

“Crap!” Charlie yelled as he kicked off the covers to his bed and ran around the room, grabbing whatever he could find, and stuffing them into a small bag. He clearly did NOT want to spend his free time with the head boy; he had already seen enough of him at the school as it were.

When he was ready, he and Billy got into Manfred’s van. They noticed that their friends Lysander, Tancred, Emma, Olivia, and Gabriel were also in the van. “He made you guys come too?” said Charlie.

“Yeah,” said Olivia. “I envy Fidelio. His family is going to Italy to see that special concert and we’re all stuck here with boring old Manfred.”

“I can’t stand him,” said Emma.

“I heard that!” said Manfred. “Now shut up! We’re going to the beach whether you like it or not!”

As Charlie and Billy climbed into their seats, Lysander said, “How’s about we cut this trip short?”

“Like how?” said Billy. “Manfred will know if we’re up to something.”

“I could always make it rain,” said Tancred.

“Good idea,” said Charlie. “I’ve had it with Manfred and his idiotic schemes.”

Manfred began to drive the car as a huge storm loomed overhead. Soon, the storm broke and it began to rain. There was no way the kids were going to the beach in this storm.

“Drat!” said Manfred. “Looks like our beach trip has been canceled!”

Charlie let out a huge sigh of relief; he didn’t have to deal with Manfred today. “Thanks for getting us out of that, Tanc.”

“No problem,” said Tancred.

Lost (StoryADay)

Goldilocks and the Three Bears (Faerie Tale Th...

Goldilocks and the Three Bears (Faerie Tale Theatre) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

You think you know the story about Goldilocks and the Three Bears, but that’s not all there is to the story.

As you can see, Goldilocks got lost in the woods after wolves attacked her traveling caravan and killed her family. She ran away to avoid the wolves and got lost.

At the same time, the three bears left their home to go to market, with baby bear not behaving himself. Mama Bear was at her wits’ end and papa bear was the same. They wondered if they could send baby bear to school, maybe he wouldn’t cause so much trouble.

Goldilocks reached the house where the three bears and ran inside, hoping that the wolves wouldn’t find her. She was safe…for now.

She looked around the place and saw three bowls on the kitchen table. The first bowl was too hot and the second bowl was too cold, but the third bowl was just right, so she ate the porridge all up.

After eating, Goldilocks wanted to sit in the chairs. The first chair was too hard and the second chair was too soft. But when she sat in the third chair, it broke. (Baby Bear kicked over the chair during one of his tantrums.)

Shaking her head, Goldilocks was tired and wanted to go to bed. The first bed was too had and the second bed was too soft. But as soon as she found the third bed, she fell asleep.

When the bears got back home, they found out that someone had been in their house. Their food was eaten and the chairs were disturbed. But it was their beds that suffered the most.

“Well, this is interesting,” said Papa Bear as he noticed that someone was in Baby Bear’s bed.

“Interesting indeed,” said Mama Bear. “How did a human girl get into our house?”

Goldilocks woke up and saw the bears. She screamed as she curled up in a ball, crying out, “Don’t eat me!”

“Why would we want to eat you?” said Baby Bear. “Humans don’t taste very good.”

“And why are you here?” said Papa Bear.

“The wolves attacked my caravan and killed my family,” said Goldilocks. “They’re going to eat me too.”

“Not on our watch,” said Papa Bear. “Don’t worry, we’ll keep you safe.”

As this story goes, Goldilocks ended up staying with the three bears. The wolves came to the house several times asking for Goldilocks, but the bears chased them off every time. Goldilocks was happy that she got a new family to protect her from danger.

So the next time someone asks you if you know the story about Goldilocks and the Three Bears, you can tell them this one.

At the Diner (StoryADay)

Serenity, 1957

Something told Seamus LeSouse Rowes that this wasn’t right.

He kept eyeing the woman across the diner with her boyfriend, or who he assumed was her girlfriend. She didn’t look comfortable sitting next to him, not when the man in question came off as boring, predictable, and headache-inducing.

“Seamus, dear, stop staring at that woman; you know women are just no good,” said Alan Martin as he tried to direct Seamus’s attention to the food before them. “Need I remind you of what happened to the last woman who wanted to hook up with you?”

“I would be careful not to mention Carolyn Woodard if I want to keep my head,” said Seamus. “Besides, her father is a rich man. You’re lucky he didn’t have you tied up and thrown into the ocean for insulting his daughter like that.

“Oh Seamus, you know yourself,” said Alan. “You’re a gay man and that’s all you’re going to be. You don’t need a wife or children, not when you have me.”

Seamus rolled his eyes as he stared at the jukebox in front of him. The songs on the jukebox played love songs between men and women. There were no love songs between two men; that wasn’t how things were done.

He turned to stare at the woman again; she appeared to have a huge headache, mainly in the form of her lazy, good-for-nothing boyfriend. Seamus saw her getting up from the table and leaving the diner as the man and several of his friends began a round of poker.

It was at that point Seamus realized that he too had a headache, one that needed to be cured immediately. That headache was known as Alan Martin. The sooner he got rid of him, the better.

Before he could stop himself, Seamus left the diner and chased after the woman. He had to know her name.

There’s a Woman in the Men’s Bathroom (StoryADay post)

Sean Michael Rowes and Maverick Mobley knew that things were going downhill after gay marriage was legalized, yet they had no idea that the depravity of human life was about to take another turn…

At the restroom at a local restaurant, Sean frowned as he waited for Mobley to finish washing his hands. He had a bad feeling that something bad was going to happen.

Sure enough, something did.

“Daddy?” said a young boy, “there’s a woman in here.”

The boy’s father gasped and went the stall to guard his son as several other men gathered around. This could get interesting, Sean thought to himself as Mobley ran into a nearby stall.

The woman in question said, “Look, I’m a man like every one of you. Why is this a big deal?”

“Look, we don’t want no trouble,” said a man.

“You don’t want no trouble?” said the woman. “So why won’t you let me in here?”

“Plain and simple,” said another man. “You’re a woman. Women don’t belong in the men’s bathrooms as men shouldn’t go into the women’s bathrooms.”

“What’s wrong with that?” said the woman. “Are you all a bunch of trans-phobic bastards or something like that?”

“It’s the principle of the matter,” said a third man. “If you were born as a man, you go into the men’s bathroom, and if you were born as a woman, you go into the woman’s bathroom. You can’t argue with that.”

Sean rolled his eyes, wondering how long would it take for the woman to see the error of her ways. But the longer she stood there, facing a group of angry men who didn’t want her in their bathroom, the more he knew that this would not end well.

So he said, “Why do you think you’re a man when you’re clearly a woman?”

The woman didn’t miss a beat. “Oh, so the evil news reporter is going to jump into the fray, isn’t he? Well, I’m a man and you better step aside and let me use the bathroom or else you’ll be in big trouble.”

“Your threats don’t scare me,” said Sean as he pushed a call button, “but I hope you like being kicked out of the restaurant, as you’re making everyone else uncomfortable with your stupidity.”

The woman snarled in anger, but two security guards came into the room and apprehended her. After she was gone, Sean said, “That is THE last straw! I don’t know about you, but I’m saying that enough is enough! We shouldn’t have allowed this to happen! Now look at us! I will no longer stand here and allow the wicked few to continue destroying our world!”

As the men stared at him, Sean knew that the time had come for all decent people to put their foor down and demand an end to the moral decay of their world.

Short & Harsh (StoryADay)

I move to Oregon. A girl goes missing. I meet her friends while the town ignores the missing girl. I realize that only they could find her.

The Other Side of Depression Alley (StoryADay Post)

The orderly stared at the frightened girl in the room. She had heard the girl had been through a lot in her short life. She had been bullied, kidnapped, abused, and generally had a terrible life. No one bothered to help her or anything like that.

Well, enough was enough. The girl needed some help and ignoring the problem wasn’t going to solve it. The orderly had to see to her needs, no matter what they were.

“Do you need anything?” She asked the girl, who sat on the bed. The girl nodded, but she didn’t say anything. The orderly knew that the girl had a long way to go before she could recover.

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