A hilarious story that my friend Lexie wrote :D:

Once upon a blustery day, in a zoo in never-never land, there lived an elephant names Reanna. She was a very gargantuan elephant. She was also very upset. She was grey like all the other elephants. She wants to be a different color. So, one day, she talked to the zoo keeper.

"SNBort zzokjasefmn" She said.

"Hey Eddies" Said the zookeeper to the boss, "I think the elephant is trying to talk to us!"

He took out his guide to elephant reading for dummies.

"She wants a pink shemon lemon flop....er....she wants to paint her nails pink....er.....NO, WAIT, she wants to be painted pink!"

He looked at his boss, his brow furrowed like the fields that farmers had.

"Should we paint her?"

The boss, names Ytsen said, "Yes, Ill call up my good buddy Ziggy!"

So Ytsen called up Ziggy and Ziggy came to the zoo.

"where's the elephant!" He said gruffly

"There!" said the zookeeper.

"Ok, let me put this nozzle on this one and..AAAAA" Ziggy screamed. He had accidentally sprayed his hair pink.

"Grr, *mumble*" He kind of said.

He put the nozzle on properly and smiled at the elephant.

"OK, ONE...TWO....THREE!!!"

On three he sprayed the elephant. So the elephant was then pink. She smiled at her reflection in the monstrous mirror. She looked fabulous! THE END!

Story by Rachel, a tragedy, with a happy ending :D:

Paul was a young, lonely, greedy giraffe. Paul was lonely because he was greedy and he was greedy because he was soo young he didn't know any better. His mother told him to behave. And his father said be nice. But soon all the little giraffes didn't want to play with paul. And decided to be mean to him. They teased him and ganged up on him and stole his food. One day the zoo keeper(for he lived in a zoo) saw he was thin and got him some extra food. The zoo was out of young giraffe food so the man filled the dish with treats instead. When the other giraffes saw that he had all these treats to himself they ran over and grabbed the dish and then ran away. Paul was very lonely and very hungry he saw a palm tree, and thought very sad thoughts. the tree was taller than he was and there was a boulder beneath it. He looked around. The other little giraffes were quarreling over the last treat and the parents were napping or talking quietly over by the palm grove. This tree was perfect. Now if only I had some rope he said. I wouldn't need food or friends. But giraffes don't ussually own rope and all the vines were kept in the next door monkey enclosesure. Paul was now very sad. No food. No friends. No rope. He wandered over to the other little giraffes and asked if he could play. They were just starting a game of tag.

"If you're it!" replied Fred, the biggest one.

"Ok" said Paul, willing to do anything to play. He played and caught one of the older ones, Bob. Bob caught Fred and the game went on. Paul was so fast that he wasn't 'it' again. And they all got a good dinner that night.

THE END

A tragedy of the worst sort...

The colors from the projected images reflected the room dimly. The world was out of focus, with a lack of corrective lenses, adding to the confusion of the setting. Where were the bands? Where was the uplifting music? Where were the people I knew? And why was everyone I saw over the age of 40? I could see heads turning, and I realized that I was silhouetted in the doorway. I moved to a corner of the room, and tried to establish what was happening. There was cake, and there were tables covered with elegant white tablecloths. It seemed remarkably similar to a wedding reception, but the lack of a large white dress put that notion out of my mind. In any case, it clearly was not Living Worship. I saw the green shirt, and hope crept back into my mind...who else would wear a green shirt in a formal setting? There were whispers among the tables, and he turned around, and saw me standing there. I tried to look casual.

"What are you doing here?"

This was like a nightmare...I checked that I was wearing my pants.

"Uhm...isn't this supposed to be Living Worship?"

He looked at me in that trying-to-mask-confusion way.

"No....that's somewhere else...this is my parent's anniversary dinner."

I remembered, now...I felt the blood tingling in my cheeks. I was glad it was dark.

"That's weird...Uhm...is there a phone around?"

I phoned home. My parents said half-an-hour. I sat beside him, and sang some songs...until game time. The lights were up, and I was clearly underdressed, with a hoodie and jeans. In the end, however, the game was slightly enjoyable, and it helped me relax slightly, discovering that I actually knew half of the peoplethere. And there was cake...lemon raspberry, which was absolutely delicious. I think, in baked goods, lemon and raspberry are my two favourite flavors. His cousin's were fun to be around, and it was good times from there...my parents came an hour later...

It's growing...

Happy :).

What would I do without love? Aghh...

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Thank you :). But...

She walked a narrow line. There were many of them...but none of them could be. It was a delicate balance...the reward would be immense. Some of them pulled at her, trying to make her fall. Some of them pushed her away, and the effect was worse. Step by step. Day after day. It seemed unending. If she touched them, they went insane. What happens if one goes over the top? Will she be able to go on? There was nothing behind her...it faded away as she passed, and all that was left was the memory of fear. No one to steady her, to tell her where to place her feet. She was alone in a crowd. Too close...never again would she hold onto that person. Is there anyone for her to hold on to? Why must it be so difficult? One step closer, one step into uncertainty. Despair lurked behind ever corner, in ever crevice. Is there anyone that could seal the cracks, look around the corners? Could it be...

Don't you hate it when things don't work. I mean, I was all set for a big explosion, but do you think that happens? Nooo, absolutely nothing happens. Thanks a lot Mr. Rocket-Engine-filled-with-gunpowder-that-looks-like-a-good-time. See if I ever disobey the instruction sheet again. I mean, come on, you'd think if they put a big warning label on the side that says: "Do not burn or incinerate", something interesting would happen if you did. Nooppee. And check this out: "Class 7 2 3 FIREWORK". Wow, talk about looking dangerous. Hah, that's not happening.

Subdivision 3 of Division 2 fireworks comprises model rocket engines (toy propellant devices) containing a propellant the total impulse of which does not exceed 80 Newton-seconds (17.92 pound-seconds) and does not exceed a net propellant weight of 125 grams (approximately four ounces).

A net propellant weight of 125 grams? Wow, I'm feeling crushed already. That blast might even shift a few hairs around. I wouldn't want anything to ruin my finely-tuned hairstyle.

Bitterness...