by | Nov 28, 2012 | Book Theater, MS Paint
Day 2 Smith walked amid the bushes. Suddenly, his foot caught on a small rock. “What’s this?,” he questioned. Upon closer inspection, it was a pebble of a minute size. Grabbing it from Smith for my own analysis, I realized that the object was, in...
by | Nov 10, 2012 | MS Paint, Urban Legends
Cranshaw stood. He stood at the side of the road. Who knew how long he stood there. For all the boys knew, he was standing there all his life. It got on their nerves. Pestered them. Until they finally came up with a solution… They were going to knock over...
by | Nov 9, 2012 | MS Paint
“Psst, hey buddy, over here!” I heard a tiny voice say. I glanced over from the park bench I was sitting on, but all I saw was a ragged-feathered bird. I returned to reading my paper, but after a brief moment, I heard the voice again. “Hey buddy, I...
by | Nov 6, 2012 | MS Paint
There’s a story I’ma tell you, about Blainard on the phone. That crazy, nutty-man Blainard, he was all alone. Talkin’ on his phoooooooooo-ohhhhh-ohhhne. Blainard, Blainard, Blainard, he was standin’ in the street. Talkin’ on his iPhone 5,...
by | Nov 3, 2012 | MS Paint
Story Number X: Shaggy’s Nice, Hot, Rib By: Frantic Alan Bad Illustrated By: Bueno Azz Sore Shaggy woke up. “Man, am I hungry!” Scooby agreed. Beeeeeep. Scooby suggested ribs. Shaggy said, “Yoinks! I sure love ribs!” Beeeeeep. Shaggy and...
