A short story
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Foreword: This story was inspired by a little game session we had in English class in college on 7th June 07. The concept of the game was for the class to create a story, each person contributing one line at a time. The only clause was that the first sentence should begin with the alphabet "A" and the next sentence with the alphabet "B" and so on and so forth. Yours truly was asked to begin, and the idea that followed, is in story format below.
Given the limitations, please do excuse the grammatical correctness of this story. I've done my best to make it and continuous and interesting as possible.
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A few hundred years ago, Sir Isaac Newton, a great English mathematician and physicist, sat under an apple tree in his garden, when a bright green apple, fell on his head.Being hit by it, he looked at it and wondered why the apple had fallen on him. Carefully, he picked up the apple and ate it up. Digestion soon became a cause of worry for Newton. Even though his stomach ached terribly, he climbed the tree and ate more apples. Full up with apples and suffering from a severe stomach ache, he decided to pay a visit to the doctor. Going to the doctor, shouldn't have been a problem, except that on the way, he spotted his dream girl sitting on a bus. Hurriedly, he ran and caught the bus and sat in the vacant seat next to her.
" I love you, and I want to marry you," he said turning to her after a while. Just as soon as he said that,his heart was pounding and he didn't know what to do. "Kiss her," his heart urged him, and doing exactly that, he got slapped by the girl.
"Leave me alone!" she screamed, as she got off the bus in disgust. Most men, at this juncture, would've been heart-broken, but not Newton.Newton, au contraire, was still smiling.
"Oh, what the hell man! Women, women, women;I better go to the doctor now," he thought to himself. Promptly getting off the bus, he was about to enter his doctor's clinic, when unanticipatedly his stomach ache vanished. Queer he thought, and decide he'd go home. Reaching home, he went straight to the kitchen to get a glass of water, when the sight of an apple in his fruit basket got him thinking. Suddenly, his thoughts were shortstopped by a sound. The doorbell had rung.
Unwillingly he walked up to the door deliberating about who it could be. Vexed, he opened the door ,to find a salesman smiling at him.
"What do you want?" barked Newton.
"Xylophone for sale, sir. Would you like to buy one?" enquired the salesman,
"You idiot, I'm a scientist, not a musician!" scream Newton and slamming the door on the salesman's face went back to sit on his chair and ponder over the apple.
Zip , Zap, zooooooooooooommmmmmmmm; the next thing we know, we're in Physics class, learning about gravity and the rest of the story is lost.
Foreword: This story was inspired by a little game session we had in English class in college on 7th June 07. The concept of the game was for the class to create a story, each person contributing one line at a time. The only clause was that the first sentence should begin with the alphabet "A" and the next sentence with the alphabet "B" and so on and so forth. Yours truly was asked to begin, and the idea that followed, is in story format below.
Given the limitations, please do excuse the grammatical correctness of this story. I've done my best to make it and continuous and interesting as possible.
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A few hundred years ago, Sir Isaac Newton, a great English mathematician and physicist, sat under an apple tree in his garden, when a bright green apple, fell on his head.Being hit by it, he looked at it and wondered why the apple had fallen on him. Carefully, he picked up the apple and ate it up. Digestion soon became a cause of worry for Newton. Even though his stomach ached terribly, he climbed the tree and ate more apples. Full up with apples and suffering from a severe stomach ache, he decided to pay a visit to the doctor. Going to the doctor, shouldn't have been a problem, except that on the way, he spotted his dream girl sitting on a bus. Hurriedly, he ran and caught the bus and sat in the vacant seat next to her.
" I love you, and I want to marry you," he said turning to her after a while. Just as soon as he said that,his heart was pounding and he didn't know what to do. "Kiss her," his heart urged him, and doing exactly that, he got slapped by the girl.
"Leave me alone!" she screamed, as she got off the bus in disgust. Most men, at this juncture, would've been heart-broken, but not Newton.Newton, au contraire, was still smiling.
"Oh, what the hell man! Women, women, women;I better go to the doctor now," he thought to himself. Promptly getting off the bus, he was about to enter his doctor's clinic, when unanticipatedly his stomach ache vanished. Queer he thought, and decide he'd go home. Reaching home, he went straight to the kitchen to get a glass of water, when the sight of an apple in his fruit basket got him thinking. Suddenly, his thoughts were shortstopped by a sound. The doorbell had rung.
Unwillingly he walked up to the door deliberating about who it could be. Vexed, he opened the door ,to find a salesman smiling at him.
"What do you want?" barked Newton.
"Xylophone for sale, sir. Would you like to buy one?" enquired the salesman,
"You idiot, I'm a scientist, not a musician!" scream Newton and slamming the door on the salesman's face went back to sit on his chair and ponder over the apple.
Zip , Zap, zooooooooooooommmmmmmmm; the next thing we know, we're in Physics class, learning about gravity and the rest of the story is lost.
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