Monday, 16 February 2009

Welcome

Welcome to the Gift factory, a blog of different stories, given by you, and reconstructed by me.

Now that you are here, you can:

Write a story, a story about any thing that has happened in your life. It must:

  • Be non-fictional.
  • Be about you or at least you're strongly involved in the story.
  • Be as personal as you like, or as little personal as you like.
  • Be as interesting or as uninteresting as you like (I'll try to make my best with either).
You can also, if you want, tell me what emotion you want the drawing or song to carry, e.g, frustration, joy, etc, but this isn't needed. Request in the comments.
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6 comments:

  1. Tom Bown23 February 2009 at 03:24

    This one time, I punched a woman in the face and said "LOOK AT IT".

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  2. Dom24 February 2009 at 03:16

    This one time, I was killing ants with a basketball, and mum told me that my friend's dad had cancer. But because I was somehow thinking of Bugs Bunny, I laughed. And got in trouble.

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  3. Anonymous24 February 2009 at 03:27

    this one time, i threw this really nerdy kid's (same age as me, 6 or 7 odd) lunchbox on top of the cricket nets at our school, and he cried and dobbed on me, to which point one of the school prefects corners me in an intimidating fashion at the end of the cricket nets and says 'youre going straight to the planning room (kinda like detention but you have to explain to the teacher what you did wrong, bad consequences blah blah blah, basically detention + guilt trip)'.

    this kid had also been picked on by my brother and his friends in the past, when he was in year 6 and this kid was in in kindergarten, my brother had chucked his lego man up into these big trees in the school back fields, and he never came down and the dude cried.

    i am actually also somewhat still friends with this nerdy kid to this very day.

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  4. Anonymous24 February 2009 at 03:29

    When I was small, I used to bang my stick at my cats to make them run away. I was a jerk.

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  5. Anonymous26 February 2009 at 17:03

    One time I was in the playground, this guy at the fence took a picture of me to test out his new camera. He said I knew him and was my doctor. Then I realised I didn't know him.

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  6. Dom11 March 2009 at 05:46

    HAHAHA @ Anthony's story.

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