Fictional Stories

One Little Pig in a Tree

Larry was a pig. One day he heard the story of the Three Little Pigs; it inspired him. He wanted to build a house of his own. He couldn’t find any bricks so he had to figure out a different way to protect himself from the wolf. He had a lot of sticks to build with, but he knew the wolf would only blow it apart. Then Larry had an idea. He found a tall tree that couldn’t be climbed and made plans to build a tree-house in it. How did he get up the tree in the first place? He built a hang glider and took it to a hill near the tree. He strapped a long rope and a bucket to his waist and took off. He flew to the tree and landed in the highest branches. Then Larry tied the rope to a nice large branch and lowered himself down in his bucket. Using the bucket, he hauled up all his lumber and built a tree-house.

Being so high he was soon spotted by the wolf. Wolf came over and watched as Larry came and went using the bucket. Wolf soon hatched a plan. He waited until Larry came down to get food. Then, when Larry was out of sight, he pulled himself up in the bucket and hid in the tree-house. He made sure to leave the bucket exactly as he found it so that the pig wouldn’t suspect anything.

Larry soon returned and pulled himself up with his groceries. To his high-pitched horror he found the wolf waiting in his kitchen boiling water and cutting carrots! The wolf cut the rope and chased Larry around the deck until Larry finally made it to his hang glider and escaped.

The wolf was stuck. On the bright side, the house was very well-built and had an extensive food supply. So the wolf lived comfortably, though confined, for many days.

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The Upstairs Window

Once upon a time there was a boy, named Will, who lived in a small English town. There was a girl that he liked very much, so being a very impetuous character he did things to get her attention. He would carry things that were big, but not too heavy, to look strong like large sacks full of wool. He befriended Bruce Mason, the local bully and staged a fight where he won. She noticed him plenty but didn’t want to let him know. She thought he was very impressive indeed.
Finally he decided to cut right to the root. He went to her house and threw a rock at the upstairs window, where he believed her room was. It happened to be her parent’s room, and he shattered the window. He was sure that his hopes of being with her were just as broken as the window pane. He decided that he would fix the window before her parents got back. They were on the town council and there was a meeting that morning.
Will abandoned all discretion and pounded on the door. Sue, for so she was named, came out and he explained the situation. She felt somewhat responsible because she had purposely ignored him to see how far he would go, and agreed to help him fix the window. They went up to the room and cleaned up all the glass. Neither of them knew how to go about fixing it so they went to a shop that sold windows and asked the man how much it would cost to replace. They didn’t have enough money. Sue was anxious. Will though hard. After all, this was another opportunity to show off. They went to the store next door and asked for work to make enough money. The store manager was skeptical about how useful a small boy would be. Sue told the manager how she had seen Will carrying 50 pound sacks of grain and how he had beat up Bruce Mason. Will was astonished to hear from her own mouth that she had watched him. He was also a bit anxious about how much she was talking him up. The manager agreed to put him to work. He had just happened to have a large pallet of grain and needed it unloaded. He said he would pay them what they needed if they unloaded the pallet, and went back to his accounting. Will tried to carry one of the 50 pound bags, but it merely dragged him down to the floor. He had to admit to Sue that he had filled those sacks with wool instead of grain. So they both carried the sacks, one by one. An hour later they had finished. The manager was satisfied and gave them the money.
Will and Sue ran back to the window shop and bought the window. It was heavy, but they made it back to Sue’s house. They realized that they had a new problem. They didn’t know how to replace the window.
Will remembered that Bruce worked summers at the window shop. Now Will had to reveal to Sue, his friendship with Bruce. Dramatic dialog was exchanged. They got Bruce and the three of them put in the new window. Will realized that all of his lies had backfired on him and now wanted to be completely honest.

Soon Sue’s parents came back, not a trace remained of the day’s events. They did find a note on their bedroom door. “I broke your window, but fixed it. Will Sue.

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I sat down on the couch, placed my textbook down on the coffee table. The evening was quiet except for the crackle of the fake fire and the tunes from my laptop. In the soft lighting I rested my body and worked my mind ’til drowsiness caught hold of me. It would have been easy to lay back and nod off into the blissful quiet, but the sudden ring of the phone hurt the atmosphere and raised my stress level a few noticeable notches. Answering the phone was at the bottom of my to do list, but after all, the squeaky wheel gets the grease. So I heaved myself up and grabbed the offending piece. I briefly contemplated whether throwing it would cost more exertion than answering it.
“hello?” I said, my voice automatically going an octave lower.
“Hello. Is Garret around?” it was a female voice, sweet as a peach.
“Sorry he’s not here right now, can I give him a message?” I dropped another octave.
“Is this his father?” said the peach.
“Uh, no. I’m his room mate. He is at the orientation deal on campus. I could have him call you back when he gets here. What’s your number?” I searched frantically for a pen.
“OK, well I might just see him at the activities then. Thanks, bye.” And with that she was gone.
“Uh, goodbye…” I said. I still had the phone up to my ear as my mind caught up with the times. The indicators added up to about twenty-one years of brunette and one of blond. I was wishing she would have left a number.
Back on the couch I divided my attention between the dulcet voice and my impending exam.

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