Here are the rules:
Come up with as many quips, idioms, and weird sayings as you can think of. Comb your (or someone’s) memory or the Internet for old or new; or, make up your own!
Weave them into any kind of story – fiction, non-fiction, humorous, serious, thoughtful, or fluff – to post on your blog.
Tag whoever you want to. Notify your tag
Thanks Stu for nominating me for this rather fun idea and tag.
Henry(short story by MwsR <3)
A penny for your thought, or make a long story short? Seems like a piece of cake, right? Well, maybe not.
Henry’s teacher was asking the class to write about their feelings on the Holidays, or at least something pertaining to the holidays. Henry was struggling on what or how to go about writing. He was basically, sitting on the fence and did not want to decided.
For Henry, Holidays were not that great. He had thought of putting the wool over someone’s eyes and making a story of the best Holiday ever but he was not sure if he could get away with it. Because he had never really enjoyed the Holidays, since his mom passed away on Thanksgiving day, he was certain that he could not even “milk it” for one second. His hurt had been so deep that his “heart-felt like it would burst” Perhaps the teacher would give him the benefit of a doubt, but he was afraid to risk it.
As Henry walked home he tried desperately to think of a way to get out of doing that Holiday paper. It was possible that whoever read what he wrote would also be able to READ him to fifth degree. He was not going to be able to fool anyone it appeared so he might as well “hop to it”. He was simply going to shoot for the stars. After all what else could he loose. He had done lost his mother, the one person who meant the world to him. Perhaps, it wasn’t bad to write a paper that might honor that, honor her memory in his own He was going to write and write his paper as sickening, as he could!
When Henry arrived home, he sat down at his desk and started to remember all the things about his mother that he loved. He let himself remember all the holidays when she and him were together. It is like the words just started to flow onto the paper. When he paused, he noticed he had written the most he had ever wrote, he had three whole pages. He asked his brother to look over his paper and proofread it. He then packed it into his notebook, proud of his accomplishment.
The next day at school when others were being asked to go to the front of the class and read off their papers, he volunteered which was a total shock to his teacher. She nodded at him with a rather wide smile as he approached the front. His paper’s title was. “Holidays My Mom Gave Me”. He read all three pages and when he was finished you could hear pin drop. Henry was about to take his seat when the children started clapping and some of the children were wiping tears away from their eyes. It was great. Henry had never been so proud of himself in all his life. He knew his mother was too.
After all Holidays are more than trimmings and things under the tree, they are about those we love and care about and what that means.