im gonna post a story every time i think of a new one... other than that, here is my new one.
The ripping wind ripped at the tent staked into the ground. I looked up, and suddenly saw the stars displayed before me. I grabbed at the tent, but the fast wind didnt let me get a hold on it. My phone was laying open in front of me, for my pet platypus, Billy, had stubbed his toe on my 5lb block of silver, and i called the ambulance. I looked to my right, and saw nothing. But i should have seen my silver Volvo parked by an oak tree. The freakishly large star, i think its called 'the sun' was for some reason, rising in the sky. I looked at my son, sleeping inside the Volvo. Wait, my Volvo is gone, therefore, my son is gone too! I looked, and looked, but for naught. The Volvo was not found by me. Until 3 minutes later, i happend to stub my toe on the tire. I looked down, and saw my son. I sighed, and walked away. As i walked away though, i heard a whistling noise. I looked up, and saw a nuke coming down. 'darn' i said, i had a good life. Wait, no i had'nt. Anyways, i tried digging a 54ft deep hole in the ground while i saw the nuke, i jumped into the hole, and i didnt die. The Volvo was unscathed also, i could'nt climb out of the hole. i dug to the side, and found a deposit of diamond. I was somewhat happy, except that i could not get out of the hole. I died. Now that i am dead, i shall go see my pet platypus, for his stubbed toe got infected by Lou Gherrigs disease. And he died. My son lived. He started driving home, but a hulking black shape loomed in the distance.
