Vertically Challenged's Stories

The Name's Kya - Part Three

2008-03-16T00:35:03Z

Bits of paper fluttered out of Kya’s hand as she approached a door at the end of a dark alleyway.
“Good-bye directions, hello cheerful…” Kya muttered sarcastically under her breath. She walked toward the metal door and tugged on the handle. It yielded easily, with only a soft squeaking noise.
A man cloaked in white stood in the center of the bare and metal room.
“Professor H.B.?” Kya asked loudly.
“Hush up!” Professor H.B. retorted sharply, “We don’t want anyone to hear about this.”
The professor paced back and forth, “This is a top secret mission.”
Kya pulled out a small notepad.
“Okay, I’m listening.”
“Some one is trying to inject a drug into the world’s population claiming to vaccinate them of all diseases, but instead reduces their IQ until they turn into, well, mentally retarded.”
“Which causes…?”
“Well, they will manipulate the intelligent deprived humans into doing what ever they wish, therefore, taking over the world.”
“Well, that’s pretty grim,” Kya mused.

The Name's Kya - Part Two

2008-03-14T18:05:26Z

“Agent Kya,” The man in the monitor boomed, “We have a new mission for you. Unfortunately, this mission could change the world as we know it if you fail.”
“Talk about pressure…” Kya whispered to herself.
“Go and find Professor H.B. He will tell you the details of the mission. And hurry!” he boomed again.
Before the man had finished his last sentence, Kya had flipped and cartwheeled out the metal sliding doors.

The Name's Kya - Part One

2008-03-14T17:47:28Z

Kya entered the room. It was filled with blinking lights, whirring machines and a giant monitor with a black leather seat in front of it. Yes, this was a secret agent headquarters, and yes, Kya was a secret agent. However, she did not look the part. Kya was a sixteen year old girl with dark brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. The most of her worries seemed to be passing her driving exam, but this girl was not all that met the eye.

Monkeys

2008-03-14T17:35:26Z

Monkeys make horrible spouses.
...
Unless you’re a monkey, of course.

Wondering Why

2008-03-14T17:32:45Z

I always wonder why we are human. I mean I know are human, but I always wonder, what does it feel like to be nothing? Why were we chosen to be human when we could be a fly, a dog, a cat, or even nothing? It still confuses me. Why was I chosen to be a human. Why not my dog or my fish? And do I believe in reincarnation? I’ve decided that I can’t believe reincarnation until I die and become some one else.

And I wonder something else. If corn oil is made from corn, what is baby oil made from?

Awesome is Awesome Which is Awesome

2008-03-12T22:12:42Z

Will groaned.
“How do you open this stupid door, Cliff?” Will asked.
“Um… use the key?” Will answered semi-sarcastically.
“Oh come on, if there was a key I would—” Will pulled a silver key from his pocket, “Oh. My bad.”
Cliff smacked his head against the wall multiple times.

“Okay, now that I’m taken care of, let’s open that door.” Cliff said, rubbing his forehead.
Will unlocked the door and walked inside. Inside, there was a wall with ‘AWESOME!!!’ painted in black on it.
“Um, what does that mean?” Cliff asked, confused.
“You know, awesome.” Will said. Cliff was still confused.
“Awesome is awesome which is awesome!” Will shouted!
Cliff looked around for another wall to smack his head on.

A Vertically Challenged Challenge! O.o

2008-03-08T19:55:02Z

TA DA ! It’s a Vertically Challenged Challenge! Okay, first it does not mean that this is a short challenge. My challenge is for YOU , yes, you, to make a ficlet concerning:

_cowsbubble baths
_{peanut butter}mouse pads
~underwear

You heard me right, CONCERNING . So no just slapping underwear into a random sentence. It has to fit in with the story.
MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA !!!!

Oh, by the way, the deadline is March 31, so get writing!

Half-Drowned (Almost Died!)

2008-03-08T00:04:11Z

I was swimming in my YMCA ’s pool. I was 10 and my sister was 7. We were swimming with my sister’s two friends. So one of the friends who just so happened to be taller than me piggy-backed my sister to a deeper spot in the shallow end, 4 1/2 feet, I think it was. I was worried about my sister’s friend, so I told my sister that she should get off soon. And then she did something stupid. I mean really stupid. Firstly, I was four feet tall, so I had to use a noodle to get out there in the first place. So my sister jumped on the noodle, but it couldn’t support both our weight so we sank. I could swim, but come on it’s kinda hard to swim with some one thrashing next to you. I pulled her under, and then she pulled me under. This happened over and over again until I was finally able to swim to the shallow area and my sister’s friend took her back to the shallows. It doesn’t sound that scary, but it was when you think about it. For me, my worst way to die is by drowning or hanging.

Recipe For Disaster

2008-03-06T01:08:15Z

Today Julie decided to bake a cake for mom’s birthday. What could go wrong you ask? _pause Everything.

“Acorns,” Julie called out.
“Acorns,” I replied, “But who puts acorns in a birthday cake?”
“Well mom says she loves corn, but I couldn’t find any.”
I cringed. Corn in cake? Ew.
Julie continued, “Now hand me that peanut butter.”
I knew better than to ask and handed her the peanut butter.
“Now open the oven,” Julie commanded.
I glanced around nervously around the ocean wallpapered room and opened the oven.
Julie stuck a broken thermometer into the cake and glanced at the analog clock hanging on the wall.
“You can go out now.” she said.
I left. An hour later, I came back into the kitchen. Glass shards were everywhere and so was the cake.
Oh. My. GOODNESS !

Don't Blame The Lemons

2008-03-06T00:54:12Z

It’s not the lemons’ fault they’re sour. God made them that way. And they’re still happy.
So give a lemon aid and don’t make it into lemonade.

Our World

2008-03-06T00:36:53Z

Our world is precious because there is only one.
So why are we letting it slip between our fingers?
Our world is like glass; strong, but not strong enough.
So why are we abusing and polluting it?
Our world is rolling away like a marble on a ramp.
So why are we just watching and complaining?
Our world should be our home for many more generations.
So do something.

Houdini (I Miss You)

2008-03-06T00:27:39Z

He was just a little turtle. He didn’t do anything wrong. He was a good little turtle. I don’t really know what happened, but he wasn’t a very strong little turtle. He brought me joy every single day when I saw his little shell and his head poke out. We still have his tank in the garage and I always have this sinking feeling in my stomach every time I walk past it. My reading teacher recently read a story about a turtle just like Houdini who died, except he didn’t really die. Even though this happened more than a year ago, I still shed a tear for Houdini every time I think about him, even now. May Houdini rest in peace.

(And yes, this is very much a true story)

Helen Roseberry (Perfection Contest)

2008-03-04T23:16:24Z

Helen Roseberry was perfect in every way. She had perfect baby blue eyes that sparkled and shined. Helen possessed silky smooth, waist-length blond hair. She was shaped like a Roman goddess, the perfect form. Helen had no need to be anorexic, she was already the perfect weight. She did not stick out of the crowd, for Helen was of the average height; not to short and not to tall. Her skin was blemish-free, no freckles, zits, or pimples of any kind. Her hands, along with her skin, were as smooth as glass, and seemed as delicate as it too. Her feet were also smooth, not calloused. Helen was always dressed perfectly and all the boys wanted to date her. She also played the piano and she never made mistakes, ever. Even Helen’s piano teacher admired her. She never said a bad thing about anyone in her life and prayed for God and Jesus every night and never took their names in vain. She always made A’s on her papers and never bragged or boasted, not ask to see anyone else’s grades. This was why Helen was perfect.

Smiling Sun

2008-03-03T00:26:46Z

The sun is smiling. So why aren’t you?

Smile with me and the sun. It feels better than being sad.

Creepy Eyes

2008-03-01T22:49:13Z

Have you ever gotten the feeling that something is watching you? O.o