Richard Peck's Stories

HOW DO I GET TO HOLD HER HAND!!!! I need both teen guy and girl advice!!!!!!!!

2008-02-17T03:32:02Z

ok, so I asked this girl to the movies. We went to homecoming together, and she has asked me to go to the movies with her along with her sister and sisters boy frend, and we did.

now, i have asked her to the movies, and this time, when we settle into our seats, i want to hold her hand. I know it sounds stuiped and dumb and everything, but i never held a girls hand at a movie before.

im 16 and she is 15, iv been told by her best friend and her sister, and her sisters best friend that she likes me, but we have not really established the “I like you and you like me and we both know that…” kind of thing yet.

so, how do i get to hold her hand?

here are 2 situations i could use advice on…

I park the car, we get out, and start walking side by side towards the doors. how do i get to hold her hand?

we are sitting in our theatre seats, we have been talking a little, and the lights go down and the previews start. how do i get to hold her hand?

_!FICLETS!_>/THE MUSICAL\< song. 2

2008-01-03T11:40:33Z

...Ahhhh, this is nice, all set up here on Ficlets, lets see what we can do! hmmmm… ah yes, here we are…

right… WRITE !
time for me to write!
time for me to write my way into the NIIIIIIGHT !

Shall I tell of the story of old Mr. Woo?
well im not really sure how it goes…

I could type up a ficlet
about my good friend piglet
well that one, everyone KNOWS !

What to do what to do
my minds in a mess
maybe im not ready to go…

This ficlet thing has come really fast
so what do I write? I dont know!!!!

That featured story is really quite good
how could I ever compare?!

Maybe one day
that will be me!
When Im typeing ficlets without care!

Well here I go
my first couple words,
the counter is starting to count

a man with a gun
now this should be fun
the tension is starting to mount…

My story comes to an end
the robbers been shot
a heroic cop sings his song!

I look down below,
my heart fills with woe,

My ficlets two hundred too long!!!!!!!!

_!FICLETS!_ >/THE MUSICAL\

2008-01-03T02:38:58Z

Hi, my name is Richard Peck, or, at least thats my pen name…

...and I am an immortal king who is seeking this really cute girl in my biology class who seems to have a huge crush on this monster in my basement that has eaten my cat for the last time…

all these thoughts in my head
as i lay there in bed
of storys that need to be told!

about shoes that keep walking
or dogs that start talking
or thoughts of myself when im old!

I need a place to get these off my chest
but in what way can I do this the best?—

a pen and a piece of lined paper gets old
and typeing them down on word? Now that’s bold
so i turn to the last place i have not checked yet
and my heart starts to pound

IT’S THE IN- ~~TER~~ -NEEEEEEEEET“

I pull up google and type in my wish
and to my surprise a page about fish
now this is unique but not my cup of tea
i type in the box

“GOTTA SHARE A STORY !!!”

now here is a list of what im trying to get
no, next, not this, hey whats a ficlet?....

Monty Hall Problem

2008-01-03T02:38:57Z

there are 3 doors. behind 2 of them are goats, and behind the other is 1 hundred million dollars. You, get to choose a door.

say you chose door 1. before the host opens the door, he opens door 3. revealing a goat.

now, before he shows you what is behind the door you chose, he gives you the oportunity to switch.

do you switch?

This is the monty hall problem. for some reason, the best ansewer is to switch. what do you think, im lost on all this.

Van Mantras Target.

2008-01-03T01:41:07Z

For the secound time in a week, Van Mantra had a gun thrust at his head.

“You are one of them?!”

Cried Stephen, alerting his crew to the situation. They who had them drew guns at their captains target.

“Look,” started Van. “They chose me, they came to me. I dont, know exactly what they did to me… but my dreams… sometimes they are more than dreams. Listen, its hard to explain.”

“Well you better start. God knows how many millions have died already, and your involved!”

“I am involded Stephen, and its up to me! Its up to me if this race that has contacted me destorys this planet, or saves it!”

Stephan lowered his gun. His eyes were wide and a solemn expression took over the crew.

“Ok then, so, your on there side? So where are they? How long are they going to let us die?”

“This force here on earth, has set up some kind of jamming device on the galaxy. Our forces would be lost in space if they traveled in here. The device is in the mainland, thats all i know. It must be destroyed.

Van Mantra, the Spy

2008-01-02T22:22:02Z

“Earth has been chosen as a base in a war of universal proportions. Soon, it will become a battle field and-”

“Look at this Van, we must be miles from the shore, look at the smoke! You dont call this a battle field?!”

“You have no idea Stephen, they are just preparing us, this planet, for war. By now, they most likely know we stand no chance against them”

For the past 2 days, Van Mantra and the crew of the yacht whatched as giant metal globes defied gravity as they rose above the water and into the destroyed city. The massive pods were greeted by the smaller walking shperes, which franticaly tore them apart to get at the materials inside.

“And those? What are they doing?”

“Weapons. They are setting up weapons here. They are going to attract alot of attention here soon, especially when they start fireing.”

“Van, how do you know all this?”

“Stephan, there are 2 sides, as in every war. This side, has found Earth and is turning it into a weapon, the other has its spies.”

Homecoming Conclusion

2007-10-03T20:48:58Z

What just happened!?!?!!?!?!?

It is all such a blur as i sit in the safety of my home, but i think it went like this.

Putting our saxophones away, I ask her, through a shaking jaw,

“Hey #&$(#$$, are you going to homecoming with anyone?”

And I think I said it really fast, but she stood up and looked at me.

“No…”

And this part is particularly foggy, but i remember my voice was a little trembly.

“Well, um, do you, uh, wanna’go with me?”

With a smile on her face, she replied,

“Oh I suppose so!”

After that, i think i said cool, as i slowly out on my backack with shaking hands and left.

my currnent thoughts…

AHHHHHHHH !!!!!! What dose that mean?!!? Was she just kidding, did she think I was just joking? Or did she…

Just got a txt from her, and its a yes! thanks for listening I’m really happy, i can just reply to my stalker with a friendly note saying im already taken and WOOOOOOT time to dance!

Homecoming Horror

2007-10-03T19:59:49Z

yesterday…

So we talk, about me, about the girl i want to go with, and about the girl who wants to go with me. I hold the multicolored note limply in my hand and smile at my situation which has begun to look dismal.

Meanwhile, my friends, between scoops of salsa into their mouths on the nacho chips, plan my day. They say things like,

“If you don’t want to go with her (< stalker) then just polietly tell her you’d rather not!”

“Hey, i have a friend whos really good at hooking people up. You want me to call her?

And then, one of my friends, who had been quiet the entire time spoke up.

“You have to ask $&#($#@ tomarrow…”

This was met with my surprise, and horror, as the rest of the table began gasping and saying “Yep, you’ll ask the her (< the girl i like) tomarrow!”

today…

Every time i see any of my friends they say, “ask her!” as i move through the halls avoiding my stalker who still awaits my reply.

Last class, band, i sit nervously next to her. the bells rings. I ask…....

Homecoming Hustle

2007-10-03T19:44:33Z

Oooo the headaches that come with a highschool romance!

Well since sept. 30th (the date of “Homecoming Madness”), life has gotten a lot harder in terms of my predicament.

First off, my stalker, has been approaching me constently, and has even gone as far as pinning me between a piano and a wall. Fortunatly for me, i had an inside lady to whom the stalker told everything, so when i was told that she had written a note, including “Homecoming” and “Will you go with me”, i was ready to take evasive action, and told my inside lady to tell my stalker that i liked someone else.

Next, I heard from an unreliable source, (but a source none the less) that the girl i wanted to go with might want to go with someone else.

So needless to say, I’ve been in haveing headaches, and as my ideal plan of asking her friday seems years away, it becomes highlighted as my stalker splaps a tightly folded note to my chest.

It says exactly what you think it would, and in my sorrow, i’m taken to dinner by some good friends.

Homecoming Madness

2007-09-30T23:39:30Z

AHH !! Time is running out so fast I can smell it! Such a pretty girl won’t be free for long, and the problem is, I don’t want to ask her until this Firday, and it’s Sunday!!! I’ve never asked a girl to homecoming before, and asking her has been the only thing on my mind. Dose she like me enough to go with me? Dose she want to go with someone else? Will it be akward if she says no? AHH !! Friday would be the perfect time!

On top of all this, another girl who quite frankly isen’t my type is stalking me. She’s haveing her friends ask if i’m going with anyone, and she’s always staring at me, trying to catch me alone, and setting up all the signs that say she’s bound to ask me.

I just wish I had the courage to ask the girl I want to go with. She’s perfect. Pretty, smart, funny, interesting, talented, and to be absolutely honest, saying “Oh, I’m actually going with someone else,” is probably easier than saying, “I don’t think we would have a good time together.”

”@#$ ^x%x @, will you go to homecoming with me?”

Oh the Bleachers!

2007-09-16T01:45:35Z

Ok, so we play the pre-game show, then slowly make our way into the bleachers to watch the game. I slip through the crowd and find my usual seat. All the way on the edge and up against the fence, so I can look out over the crowd by the food stand from 30 feet up, but this year, my eyes are on the band members fileing in. There they are, my 2 freshmen, carring tenor saxes like myself. They spot me and make there way up to our section. I’d like to think her unnecessarily quick leaps up the bleachers were because she wanted to sit by me instead of lettign the spot go to the other tenor, but she was in track, an ex-cheer leader, and the other tenor must weigh over 230, but as she plops down next to me on a cold friday night, I like to pretend she beat him to the spot on purpose. Ah, it could never work, she’s a freshman, I’m a sophmore. She’s in my rank! If we ever broke up, I’d have to sit akwardly next to her beautiful figure for the next 3 years!

Hmmm… This always seems the case…

I Own a Spaceship

2007-09-10T23:54:30Z

The small cockpit vibrated as the multi-engine drive pushed the shuttle upwards. Through the plumes of grey dust, heavey red beams of light could be traced from the blackness of space, down to the trembling planet. Richard flicked on the auto-pilot and wheeled his chair over to Sarah, who was crying hystericaly on the steel cargo bin. Putting his hand on her trembling shoulder, he juggled his words in his head.

“We, we did what we had to, and-”

“WE? Richard, we are two people, there are at least two billion down there.”

Richard rolled his eyes. They had evacuated just in time. Any longer and the shuttle would have been ruined in the earth quakes.

“Honey, we didn’t have time to save any one.”

“Richard! You know there are people down there who desreve life. What makes them different than you?!”

She wase’nt making sense anymore. Richard precariously gave her a hug and wheeled back to the controls.

“I own a spaceship…”

The Post - Mortem High School Defense Squad 2

2007-09-03T20:35:11Z

Rich and Croy were quickly rushed from the class room and into the empty hall, The door locked behind them. they stared down the hall, watching the rest of the classrooms doors close, and the lights in the windows flicked off. The only illumination came from the dirty tube lights on the ceiling, giving the stretch of gray tiles a yellowish tint. Croy began to repeat swear words under his breath as they quickly made there way to their lockers.

“Where are they!? Where’s Andrea?!” Panicked Croy.

“Calm down man, this is it, this is why we are here, we can do this.”

They were now half way down the hallway and in front of the only modern technology in the school. They put there thumbs on the scanners and the steel lockers popped open, revealing 2 belts equipped with pistols and clips of ammo. They clipped on the adjusted belts.

“Lets wait here for Andrea,” said Rich.

Croy nodded in agreement as he lodged a clip into his pistol. Quick footsteps echoed down the hall, and they turned to see Andrea.

The Post - Mortem High School Defence Squad

2007-09-03T20:11:21Z

Rich walked into home room just before the bell. It was the 2nd week of his sophmore year at Price Fields High School, and the excitment of a new school year was dead and buried. Upon plopping down in his desk, Rich recieved a quick tap on his shoulder.

“Hey, that geometry test isn’t today is it?”

Rich turned to face Croy and ansewerd.

“Lemme guess, you didn’t study?”

“Dangit man! I have got to do good this year or they’ll kick me off the squad!”

“Croy-” Rich began in a whisper, ”- don’t talk about it! Besides, you have the best aim out of the 3 of us.”

“Well, I can’t argue with that!” Replied Croy, settleing back into his desk.

The 2 friends met again in 3rd period geometry, Croy reciteing last Friday’s equations. Mrs. Hall began to pass out the tests when she was interupted by the loud speaker.

“At this time we are experiancing a code 6”

Mrs. Hall rushed to lock the door, as Rich and Croy stood up on shakey legs. Mrs. Hall quickly unlocked the door and motioned for them to go.

The Man in Black

2007-08-24T12:56:03Z

The man in the corner was now sober and fumbling in his under sized chair, the smell of gun powder still emitting form the barrel of the black shotgun under his nose. The wielder spoke in a calm and raspy voice.

“I see your drinking problem has once agian betrayed you by bringing you out of hiding.”

A secound gun shot resounded in the bar and the man in black’s left arm now sported a small hole. The bartender behind the counter had retrived a gun and shot, but with his right arm lying on the floor, he missed.

In the time it took for the injured intruder to swing the heavy shotgun into the bartender’s skull, the large man in corner chucked the beer bottle at his head and dove at his knees, sending the man in black to the ground. Next, with agility not expected for his size, he dived over the counter, crushing a stand of expansive liquor.

By the time they were both standing, they each had a weapon. The man in black a shotgun, and the larger man the bartenders revolver, both aimed to kill.