Tell me a short story about yourself, true or not true and make me believe it?

Tell me a short story about yourself, true or not true and make me believe it. I would rather it be true, but it is up to you. Asked by LglSec 49 months ago Similar questions: short story true make Arts > Writing.

I'm a.... highschool dropout with no GED, a BA in Speech Communications and a Masters in English lit! Believe it or not! Sources: Personal experience Google Map View Larger Map I went to college here...

Travels with my family When I was a boy, my family used to love to travel. We never had a ton of money, so my parents would save up all year, then they'd take 3 weeks and hit the road by car, we'd bring a pull behind camper and/or a tent, and we'd stay at the cheapest places we could find. Travelling in this way, I was able to see the lower 48 states.

I'm told that on my first family vacation from North Dakota to Florida, when I was 3 years old, I refused to use the rest room for 5 days driving because at home we had a purple toilet, and I refused to sit on any other color toilet. Then, as luck would have it, we pulled into a gas station in Georgia that had a purple toilet. Aparently once I got my way one time, it wasn't a problem.

Also on this trip, I had a teddy bear with me that I'd had my whole life, and I left it behind at a rest area and it was 80 miles down the road before I realized it, no one was willing to turn around obviously, so my uncle who was travelling with us decided to end my whining, and not yet being a parent, he just made matters worse by telling me an aligator had probably eaten it by now. Thus began my long and illustrious history of travel with my parents. I have many "fond" memories such as: - The time my parents were getting gas in the middle of Utah, I got out of the car to get a snack and when I came out, I saw them driving away, having not realized I'd gotten out of the car (or so they claim).

- The time I bought this giant Sugar Daddy...this was a 10 inch by 4 inch rectangle of caramel on a stick. We were in southern California and I set it on the brown vinyl seat where it blended in, so I sat on it, and over the course of a few hours driving, I pretty much fused to the seat, and did not realize it until the next time I tried to get up. - The time we went to an amusement park in Ohio and I picked the space needle as my first ride, and it got stuck at the top...for 45 minutes.

- That same trip when we spent 6 days driving from Minnesota to Maine...it was raining when we left and the rain followed us the entire way then stopped for about half an hour, until a hurricane came from the other direction right when we reached the coastal states. - That same trip, when I actually arrived in Maine, I was sleeping in an attic, it was extremely hot so we had the window open, then the wind started to whip up, so I got up and closed the window...come to find out I should have stayed put because that was a tornado I had come eye to eye with. - The time in Pennsylvania when wwe were camping most nights, we set up camp and I got my first view of what they call "slugs" in that area...snails without their shells...gold slimy things with antennae...they were crawling all over everything and I insisted on pulling up the tent and getting a hotel.

- The time in Minnesota whene we got a cabin and as part of the festivities, we decided we were going to take a 50 mile bike ride along a bike trail. Well, the day we planned it, there were 3 things going on...one I had a urinary tract infection, two it was 110 degrees in the shade and three, my ten speed was stuck in high gear. - And last but not least when my wife got to enjoy a family vacation with my parents.

We went to Vegas with them, but found out an hour after we got there that the offer we'd put in on our house had been accepted, so my wife decided she didn't want to spend any money on gambling. Then my parents who talked about doing all tehse other things besides gambling wouldn't leave the slots except to go to the buffet. For five days we bumbled around Vegas.

I ordered a hot dog at 2 am because I wanted a small snack, and got this monstrosity the size of my arm. They imploded the Sands while we were there and we didn't even know it beause we were too busysigning up for coupon books at all the casinos because my mom aparently could never have too many decks of cards with a hole punched through the center. We did hear it, but we were driving around in a parking ramp, lost.

We had thanksgiving dinner at a casino which was depressing enough, but it was all worth it when on the last day, we were actually getting out of town with the rental car that had pretty much been a paperweight for 4 days. And my mom had just realized that rather than decline the insurance on the rental car which is what they agreed to do because they had coverage on their credit cards...he had signed for it and cost them quite a bit of money they didn't need to spend. So my mom was at my dad's throat all day, my wife and I were sitting in the backseat, just about ready to split their skulls open with a hatchet, and my mom pipes up to my dad, "Slow down Mario!

You're gonna blow up the engine. About the only damn thing you don't have insured. " My wife and I lost it, we started to laugh so hard we could barely breathe.So, my parents fostered in me a lifelong love of travel.

I just have no desire to do much of it with them.

Hmm....a short story. I'll make one real and one fake. Please keep in mind I've been in a sour mood lately.

Story #1: Two years ago I had to go to the doctour's. I'd been having all sorts of problems, mainly, horrible cramping and headaches. My back was always sore, and it almost felt like my appendix was inflamed.

I was worried, because I didn't have health insurance at the time... I went to the Dr's anyhow, and they took some x-rays, etc. Now, keep in mind that my dad was a twin, and my mum was one of triplets (she would've been the Gerber baby with her sisters if the others hadn't died because they were a bit premature). At any rate, my dad had always wanted three kids, but my mum was afraid of going from 2 to 4, so she made him get a vasectomy. Turns out I was a twin after all.

I had a little lump in my abdomen that, after x-rays and surgery, the Dr. found out was a little skull. The skull would occasionally be pushed up against my spinal chord, so much so that they said I am lucky to still be walking today. Luckily, Dr. Beckenwith got published in several medical journals, and arranged funding to pay for my bills.

It not for him I'd probably be a freak, but his compassion and help were wonderful. He was completely opposite compared to a lot of the "pay up now!" pill-pushing Dr.'s I've had before and since! I told my mum, and we decided to name the baby "Sam", after the imaginary friend I used to have as a kid that I had been *convinced* was real when I was 5.

Story #2: When I was 13 my dad started acting weird. He would spend more time in the bathroom, and it would smell HORRIBLE afterward. When I was 14 my mum took my brother and I out to get a little treat for getting good grades and good reports at the parent-teacher conferences.

We came home and my dad's car was parked horribly in the garage, the door was open, and he was slumped against the seat. We found him, got him in the house. He'd been drinking and had a roach clip with him, although I didn't know what it was at the time.

The next day he was found dead by the police in our bathroom. Our neighbours were nice enough to clean the room for us, but it still stunk for a month afterwards. It was horrible.

Sources: imagination! Bowienut's Recommendations A Million Little Pieces Amazon List Price: $14.95 Used from: $0.01 Average Customer Rating: 3.5 out of 5 (based on 1799 reviews) Sometimes the most outrageous things are the most falsified. However, the truth often seems to be stranger than fiction!

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In many of my stories, I'm not actually the main character. I shall put forth special effort for you. Here's a fun, short story from last night.It's about how something that looks like bad luck can prove to be good luck later.

I take belly-dancing lessons on Tuesday nights at a place that is obnoxiously far away (not walking distance) from my apartment. I have to take the bus and the entire trip home usually takes about 40 minutes. Fortunately, we get out at 7:10pm, so I can catch the 7:20pm bus home and walk into my apartment right on time to hear Teardrop by Massive Attack being beautifully mangled into the theme song for House, MD (or as I've been calling it more recently Survivor: House).

Last night, however, I was chatting away with someone new to the class as I walked out - she's never taken belly-dancing before and missed the first two classes. A few of us have taken it before with the same teacher so we're settling into the dance pretty easily. A few of us haven't, but they hit the first two classes.

So she was understandably behind and getting corrected a lot. She had a very upbeat attitude about it all and took it with good grace, but to some extent I still felt bad for her because its tough to come into a new class like that. I got so caught up in chatting with her that I realized right when I hit the bus stop, that I'd left my work pants in the classroom, so I had to run back to get them.

When I left the building again, my bus was zipping by. So instead of catching my bus, I had to wait 30 minutes for the next one which put me getting home 30 minutes into House. See my sad face?

I was torn between sticking it out and watching anyway and catching it on USA next weekend, when the phone rang. It was my dear friend with whom I had not spoken in a few weeks. Suddenly I was quite pleased I'd gotten home late because I wasn't all caught up in House and didn't get annoyed that I was missing the best part of the show to talk to a friend.

It was good times all around. I'm so happy that I missed my bus, now, because it means I got to have a really lovely, wonderful conversation with someone awesome. I love it when things work out that way (and they usually do).

1 When I was a junior in HS, my Dad looked at the schedule for my senior year, and asked if I really wanted to stay in HS. At the time, graduation took 22 HS hours, but admission to college only took 18, and I had the 18. He enrolled me in English Comp 1 over the summer, and I passed it with an A, and never went back to HS.

When I was a junior in HS, my Dad looked at the schedule for my senior year, and asked if I really wanted to stay in HS. At the time, graduation took 22 HS hours, but admission to college only took 18, and I had the 18. He enrolled me in English Comp 1 over the summer, and I passed it with an A, and never went back to HS.

It's been a while since we tried writing a story as a group. Let's start another one:" "can you tell me the name of a short story from a description of the ending? " "Were can I find a freelance writing job that will pay me good money for writing my short stories?" "What is a good theme for a short story?

" "does anyone know any short story audiobooks in mp3" "can you writea short story using these words:" "Have you ever thought of writing your life's story? If so, why? If not, why not?

" "Can you write a short story using these words? " "What would you write after this sentence if you were writing a story: "She is only there for a second and then she's" "What is the name of this poem/short story?

It's been a while since we tried writing a story as a group. Let's start another one.

Does anyone know any short story audiobooks in mp3.

Can you writea short story using these words.

What would you write after this sentence if you were writing a story: "She is only there for a second and then she's.

I cant really gove you an answer,but what I can give you is a way to a solution, that is you have to find the anglde that you relate to or peaks your interest. A good paper is one that people get drawn into because it reaches them ln some way.As for me WW11 to me, I think of the holocaust and the effect it had on the survivors, their families and those who stood by and did nothing until it was too late.