The Story Nook

As the title suggests, this is a place where you can tell and read stories. Sad stories, funny stories, stories off the top of your head, just about any kind of story. Please keep the forum rules in mind. Feel free to make your own stories and tell other storytellers what you think of their content. Stories of all shape size and colour are welcome.

Edit : I am wanting to hear some stories! Please post your stories below!

My next story will be posted on Saturday

 

(I was seven or eight at the time of this story)

It was September or October, my best friend D (Not her real name) and I had just gotten to the after school program that our parents made us go to, and we were out on the dingey old playground. There was a road outside the playground that cars frequently drove on and we decided that we were going to play a game. The game consisted of us taking turns throwing pinecones on the road when there were no cars and trying to get the cars to run them over. What we didn't realize was that cars could swerve around the pinecones. Someone driving their car saw us and decided to call the office to tell on us. The staff member outside at the time didn't care that we were doing it. The manager (who was really scary) came to lecture me about how throwing pinecones at cars was "dangerous" and how I was being "soooooo bad." She wouldn't let me speak when I was trying to tell her that I wasn't trying to throw them at cars. She said she was going to tell my mom. I was so terrified of what my mom would say but when she came to pick me up two and a half hours later, she didn't care that the manager said I threw pinecones at cars. She believed that I was playing the road game.

Two and a half hours of terror for nothing.

I wish I knew that I didn't have to listen to the staff when I went to the after school program. I would have made the place chaos with D.

 

I don't really have any sad stories since in an emotional rock soooo

Back in the good 'ol days of my 7th grade (2 years ago since this post), during lunch, me and a group of other kids dared a kid, lets call him Paul (that is not his name), to drink the dipping broth (that wasn't broth at all) that was server with the Philly cheese steak (which didn't have steak or cheese), Paul said no, until a kid said "Ill give you 10 bucks if you drink it" "Me to" "Ill even give a jolly rancher". Paul drank it, then shot started to get interesting. He said that it was salty then started to feel sick after a few sips. He threw up on himself and on his food... "Ill give you 20 dollars if you drink the broth MIXED WITH the puke" says another kid. I had this fantastic idea to mix ketchup and pour some kids ice cream and milk into the broth-puke mix. We mixed the potion with a stale fry and forced him to drink it. He drank the whole thing then puked again, and made him drink another broth mix. He drank half of it then puked again. He felt sick for a couple of days, and he never got his money :)

Oh yeah and a friend was walk g home and told about a story of the week before. We wernt walking together that last week since he had to take a different route home. So my friend was walking home from school till he found a drunk highschooler strolling by saying that she wanted her hole to be filled (for anyone that didn't get it she's
reffering to sex)

And there was that time I almost got killed by a handicapped student in the 2nd grade...
So me and my other friend were playing infection on the school playground, one of the mentally handicapped students wanted to join a I said "sure why not". And ohhhj boy I would regret that. The handicapped student was staring out as the infected, till Jo PULLED OUT A FUCKING KNIFE AND STARTS CHASING ME AND MY FRIEND. We ran for our god damn lives towards a staff, and then guess what. She said that we should have tools her eariler, and the kid wasn't even suspended or got his knife taken away.

And the there was the heritage band festival...

It was a long ass and pretty nice trip so I wont talk about it again