Splaur

My dad doesn't like reading much, which is probably why he is an engineer and not a writer. When we were kids instead of reading us a story he would tell us a story. Here is one: Suzy Maguzy was the most popular girl in school. Everyone wanted to be like her. So one day Suzy worn her hair in a pony tail to school. All of the girls told her how lovely she looked. The next day when Suzy went to school all of the girls had their hair in pony tails. Suzy went home that evening and found herself a head band in the bathroom. The next day she wore it, and yet again all of the girls liked her hair-do. The next day when she got to school everyone was wearing head bands, including the guys. She was just that cool. This happened for many days and everyone would copy cat her. So finally one day in pure frustration, Suzy exclaimed. "Tomorrow I am going to have a shaved head." The next day Suzy wore her hair in a pony tail, and everyone else had shaved their heads. THE END Yep, th

My sister has always--in my eyes--been the family story teller. She knows how to slowly weave through a narrative so that by the end the pieces all fit together into a perfect tapestry. I love listening to her build because I know that the funny part is just around the corner. Through her stories she made me believe she was a changeling for an entire afternoon. I think it was one of the best afternoons I had as a kid. However, it is because of times like these that I wonder: how many of her stories are fact and how many are fiction? Let me paraphrase one of my favorite stories from my sister for you. One day I was walking down the hallway [in middle school], and I saw this girl wearing a candy necklace. It looked so good that I couldn't believe the girl hadn't eaten it. As she was passing by I couldn't resist. I extend my head out [mimicking actions] and try to snag a piece of candy off her necklace. I am sure my response was something like "What?!?" probably

I just recently finished reading Dracula by Bram Stoker, and lets just say it put me in a "horror" mood. When my teacher asked us in our English class to write about things in an elevator. All I could think about was finding a note like this: If you are finding this note, and the elevator has stopped, then you will not make it out alive. Dracula was an extremely good book, which I highly recommend. However, I shouldn't read too many more horror stories--I don't seem to escape them very well.