I was teaching my dog to unshell peanuts because I think its too time consuming to do it myself, and he tried to convince me to put my toiled paper so it unrolls from underneath instead of over the top. I don't have a dog anymore.

I love how potato is winning the poll.

A true story is that I would probably never play this game and only use it for the cards. The end.

A story where little boy understood that by his each birthday he is closer to death and through 2 centuries nobody will remember about him. Sad reality.

potato

Once when I was fishing with my dad and I caught this tiny fish. When I pulled up (I was gonna take it off the hook and throw it back in the water) a scorpion fish jumped after! I think it may have been after the fish I caught.
And this is the story of how I almost caught a scorpionfish by accident.

I'll tell you about the future, when technology will be so unstoppable it will take over the world as a whole.

Nothing will escape technology, you'll never hide from it, and the only way to get rid of it, is by making technology assimilate you.

As of now, it's inevitable, the first steps for technology takeover are already happening:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fc1P-AEaEp8

Oh my god! Have mercy on our souls!

I really can't think of a good story but I am a leech so..

I moved from India to Bangladesh and my English was very weak. I was studying in an International school so nearly everyone spoke English. So one day I had a really bad stomachache and I went to the reception and asked the receptionist to let me call my mom so she could pick me up. She asked me what was wrong and I said, "I have pain in my stomach", She corrected me and said, "Oh, so you have a stomachache!". Now, I had never heard that word before in my life and had no idea what it meant. So I broke the words and guessed that she said "stomach cake". I remember thing to myself, "What an odd thing to ask. Why would she thing I have a cake made of stomach with me." I answered, "No I do not have a stomach cake, but my tummy is hurting." She got confused and asked, "So do you have a stomachache, or do you not?". I got angry and yelled, "No I do not have a stomach cake! My stomach is hurting really bad!" But now she was super confused and she just let me call my mom.

Yeah that's all I got! Well there was that one time that I went to school just in my underwear in grade 6, but that is a story for another time!

I wrote it as an exercise, to train ABCDE structure, not that entertaining)

Rain drummed against the glass, its monotony enhancing Gerald’s obsession, even now all he can think is his dream. Ever since his family lost their house, due to his father’s card debts, he dreamed to get a house of his own. He remembered the image of his mother hiding her face from him and from the curious glances of the neighbors. He had always thought she just didn’t want to upset him, but now doubts troubles him, maybe she was ashamed, just like him since the last doctor’s visit 5 minutes ago. It wasn’t just a routine visit, doctor told that Gerald’s liver is failing and they got 24 hours for find a donor. Shouldn’t he be devastated and not just ashamed? But he couldn’t force himself neither feel anything else, nor took the eyes off the window.

Brown wrinkled leaf hit the glass and sticks to it, wind and rain couldn’t move it an inch. Falling leafs always made Gerald think about fleeting nature of the life. When he was a little kid, his mother saw him weeping in the pile of fronds. “Why are you crying?” she asked. “Leafs are dying!” said Gerald through the tears. “Oh, it’s okay, sweetie, they are dying to give the birth next spring, to nourish the soil, so new plants could grow. They did their part.” Touched by sincere and naive compassion only child could show, his mother dried his tears with hanky, which was smell like vanilla and apples. This smell is the only vivid thing he could remember about her; every time he passed the bakery on the corner it always brought unclear, but warm memories.

Gerald lost a track of time, straying memory lane. His son Erik sat quietly in the dark corner of the room, that it was hard to notice him. Even in his late 20s he felt like a little boy being face to face with his father, he didn’t know what to say, Gerald didn’t bother listening. Gerald loved his sons, but has never learned how to express it, he tried to be a strong male role-model to him and he was. Opened door broke the viscousness of the time; it was a doctor bringing good news. Gerald already made his mind, he knew they cannot afford operation, all he ever wanted was his own house, all he wanted his son to have his own house, he wanted to do his part.

I went to class drunk and my teacher was talking about doing skype calls with different schools taking Africa as an example, my friend said if they turned on the camera we'd see everything black and only white dots, the eyes.
I only remember myself on the floor laughing and crying.
Gr8 day m8.

Once upon a time, little boy saved for the new processor. But one fine day, when he had earned enough, he learned that one little girl who allways help others, terminally ill and she needed an operation. This boy gave that money to her. The end.)

Well, there is still one key! Whoever guesses the number can win too! number from 0 to 100.

42?

I couldn`t walk for a week, because lego luke skywalker