Short Story

Write a short story, Holla Forums. Can be about anything, as long as it fits within 1 post. I'll start.

In my senior year of high school I bought a cheap old laptop from some guy off of Craigslist. It was on like $200 and wasn’t very good, but it met my needs. It was obviously broken because on the top there was this green light that wouldn’t turn off. I paid it no mind. I did school work on it at home but never took it anywhere. It remained open in my room for weeks when my dad walked in on me doing homework to ask me where I wanted to go for dinner. As he was leaving he said “You know that your webcam is on, right?” Confused, I replied “What? What do you mean?” He walked closer to my laptop and pointed to the light and said “That light means the webcam is on.”

Then, for the first time, the light turned off

GG. holy shit. i aint writing you shit, but i enjoyed your story.

Spooky. I pray you didn't undress in front of it? I would have been mortified.

I got one for you. My old friends were assholes. They would not lay off, ever. One day they caught me reading Two Hearts, and they mocked me relentlessly. They say shit like, "No wonder user likes unicorns, user is a virgin!"

To them it was playful, but it hurt. I felt like a immature loser. My birthday comes, and my best friend buys me a gift. I never got a gift from her before, so I was really excited. I opened the gift bag, and it was a My Little Pony coloring book. I secretly like it, but I could never tell her that. I love My Little Pony, and painting, but ouch. I started crying. She freaks out at the sight of my tears. "It's just a joke, user! OMG I am so sorry! Just open it, you turd!" she says. So I do.

Inside, every page, already badly colored and signed by my friends, my professors, and my family. It was really sweet. I wipe away my tears and started laughing with her.

tfw I opened that coloring book years later, and see it. A stick figure of a pony and a signature. I never noticed it before because it was done in pencil, hidden underneath someone else's shading. That bitch signed it too.

I find it ironic how manchildren whine about that liking FiM gets them ridicule while for women admitting to liking it (or earlier gens) is probably a death sentence in terms of social interaction.

alright, i got one for you
hadn't smoked weed too much and still needed a calm environment to not have a panic attack

I'm glad you all liked my story. Here's another. This one is pure fiction, and I wrote it in the 10th grade. The names and places are made up entirely.

His cell door opened, with a chilling creak. "My time to shine?" He said, not making eye contact with the guards. "And not a moment too soon, Drake." They cuffed him and chained his ankles, then led him down the hall.

Cameron Drake was a serial killer that had plagued the city of Tom Key, Rhode Island. He had tortured and murdered 34 victims before turning himself in. His last victim, Lindsay Hunt, was chained up in his basement and cut hundreds of times all over her body, as well as beaten worse than any individual the responding officers had ever seen. Over the course of 3 days she bled out with no food or water.

He was forced to sit down before me. Two guards restrained him while two more stood by, with their 12 gauges ready. I put my hand on the lever. "Any last words, Mr. Drake?" I asked him. He spat at my feet, "I laughed while she died." I pulled the switch, and his body convulsed by the electricity coursing through his muscles. When I turned the chair off, he laid limp with his eyes open, smiling as if he had won

I also have another one I wrote around the same time, but this one is significantly longer. If anybody cares enough to read it I'll type it out, but it may take time since I have to re-type it from memory

I'll read it fampai

Typing it out in a microsoft word document now, would you be willing to wait a bit?

Sure thing. I'll actually be heading out in just a little bit, so I will probably be gone for a few hours, then read it when I get back