Because he couldn’t go to camp like all his other friends he was alone for the entire summer vacation, today he decided to play outside with his sister, whom for that special occasion rescheduled her biweekly tea party with Mr. Brownie and Sir Bunny Wobbles.
She dressed herself up as the only type of indian she knew, big feather strapped around her head, warpaint stripes on her cheeks and beige clothes.
He only wore a cowboy hat and had a plastic revolver tucked behind his belt buckle.
He decided that they would play the game with a little twist, “So, you take your Sally doll, and you have to protect her, while I have to capture her and take her back to my camp to be un-indianized.”, He said while taping a feather on the doll’s forehead and using a red marker to paint stripes on it’s cheeks.
“That’s not a word.”, She exclaimed after saving her doll from being marked for life.
“So you go hide while I count to a hundred.”, He said and started counting right away while covering his eyes.
She ran as fast as her tiny legs allowed and hid her baby inside a big empty flower pot in the back of the yard, she then hid behind a big tree nearby.
“99, 100!” Her brother yelled, he ran back and forth through the yard, “I’m here to take your child!”
There weren’t a lot of places to hide a doll in the back yard so it didn’t take him long to look in the empty pot.
He grabbed the doll by it’s foot and began to run as his sister chased him.
The doll was swinging back and forth with her dress covering her face.
“Let her go!” She screamed,“Piew!”, His little sister yelled.
He then collapsed pretending to have been hit, much like professional soccer players do.
The imaginary pain was unbearable until he figured out something was off, “You shot me?” He asked.
“Piew—piew.”, She continued to shoot him while he was laying confused on the grass.
“Indians don’t have guns.”, he said while getting up again, “And your axe can’t fire bullets, it can only chop.”
She held the axe much like a gun and pointed it at his face, “No, it also shoots lasers!”
“But you’re an indian!” He yelled.
“It’s 2010, indians can have guns too you know.”, She said with one arm on her waist.
“Then why don’t I have a machine gun, or a bazooka!” He exclaimed.
“Because I’m an indian that came from the future to save the last indian princess.”, She explained.
He was getting upset because he technically lost to his little sister, “Princess? It’s a doll!”
“Yes, and by capturing you I have won the century long war between the indians and cowboys.” She explains.
“Well.. Then.. I.. I will self destruct! And take you down with me!” He yelled throwing himself on the grass field squirming around.
“I will scalp you and it as a coaster for me tea kettle.” She said before hitting him on the head with the plastic axe.
She grabbed the droll from his hand and went back inside the house, leaving him behind, defeated.

The following transcript has been bowdlerized by a mysterious group of which the name can not be mentioned in this story, but the group was founded by Oprah Winfrey and Will Smith in 1923.
One of their rituals involve ritually slaughtering a white bunny, a polar bear and a white whale, to use their blood to make finger paintings of things they saw in their dreams.

“Afro-American please!” She yelled still having a full bite of chicken left in her mouth.
The chair she was sitting on was almost groaning as she moved back and forth, which was most likely because of poor manufacturing.
Her boyfriend stuffed his mouth full of chicken with grace and said, “Baby, you got it all wrong. My eyes are on you, all the time.”
“I saw how you were looking at that lady that presumably sells her body for money.”, She said ripping the flesh of the chicken wing in her hand, “Looking at her behind. Intercourse! That’s the only thing you ever think about!”
One of the waiters walked up to their table, a young man with an apron around his middle, “Would any of you like some ice water?”
Clearly the waiter was a racist, suggesting that Afro-Americans don’t have enough taste buds, so anything other than tasteless water would be a waste if served to them.
Her boyfriend got up and began making clear he was unhappy by the way they were threaten, and to ask where his forth bucket of chicken wings was.
“Negro, sit your butt down!” She yelled, sending bits of chicken across the table.
He sat back down and the waiter cleaned his face with his apron, and got the gentleman his order.
They eat all their buckets of chicken wings and finished their cokes and went home to watch Larry King Live.

We the group that can not be mentioned, hope you enjoyed this story to it’s fullest potential.

The weather report predicted today would be a windy day, with gusty winds up to 50 mph.
Amanda had watched the news that morning and came prepared, she had tied a rope around her waist and was making her way to school.
She walked into the hard wind that tried it’s best to pick sweep her off her feet, tying the other end of the rope to each sturdy object she encountered.
From lamppost to lamppost, trees to mailboxes, parking meter to bike racks and so forth.
The winds were so bad she had trouble staying on the ground and was holding onto a tree, scared she might get blown away and the rope would break under such pressure.

		“Are you okay?” Someone behind her asked.

She looked behind her and saw a boy wearing the same school uniform as she did, but she didn’t recognize him.
He looked out of breath, the wind blew her words away, but thankfully in the right direction,

					“I got to the same school as you!”

He has holding onto his backpack, that when he came closer, looked really heavy.

			“Rocks.” He yelled into the wind.

She looked at him confused, frowning right before the wind blew her hair into her face.
He went on and said,

	“That’s what keeping me on the ground, but my shoulders are killing me.”

He looked at her waist and saw the rope, came closer and nodded, she understood what he meant and she untied to rope and handed it to him, he then tied it to his own waist and the walked the rest of the street.
It began to rain and besides almost being swooped away by the wind they were now becoming soaking wet.
Paper and trash was flying everywhere, and a second grader was stuck in a small tornado and his parents were running after it trying to catch their son.

		“Simon!”			“Simon!!”

Together they crossed the street, the wind started blowing harder then it had been that morning and when they were about half way across, the straps of his backpack broken and his backpack fell onto the street, rocks rolled out.
The wind blew through the streets, and headed towards them like a tidal wave.
They looked at each other and grabbed each other’s hands.
‘Swooosh’, went the wind and picked them off their feet.

	And for a short..
					Moment..
							They were..
										Gliding..

A young nun recently started helping out at a small and old hospital somewhere in Spain, taking care of the sick and poor the best she could.
She was an adventurous person, and one day she took a detour from the route she was assigned to and walked down a poorly lid hallway.
Most of the rooms were vacant, when she was about to turn back around she walked by a room that had it’s door wide open.
She looked inside and saw a man sitting in a chair, missing one of his legs and an arm.
Parts of his face were missing and were covered in bandages, his nose seemed to be gone too.
She walked on over to him and sat down next to him on the edge of his stretcher, “You poor soul, you must be in terrible agony. Is there anything I can do to help you? Anything at all.”, She said in a shaky voice, “Did you get into some kind of accident?”, She asked.
The man freed his lips from the bandages around his chin, the open spaces between the bandages revealed enough of the wretched look on his face.
“No, ma’am. I was cleaning my son’s hamster cage and left it unlocked, when I came back it jumped me.”, he said with tears running down his cheeks, “It went completely berserk!”

Every night Nelson snuck out of his bedroom window and climbed on the small roof above his room to watch the stars above his house.
Sitting there in his space mission pajamas with his head tipped back he dreams of being way out there.
Far away from fighting parents, mean sisters and bullies into the black abyss surrounded by nothing but silence.
He was very careful not to get busted, so he knew when he heard the porch door slam shut his mother had walked outside so secretly smoke a cigarette, doing her best to hid it from his father.
He peeked down to see if it was really her and made his way back to his room
During the day on his way and coming from school he tried finding the stars from the night before again, but the sun made sure he couldn’t see the stars above, like a giant bully in the sky the sun stared and laughed at him.
Nelson got bullied at school today like all other days, but today was different, today while he flew for a brief moment when he got pushed off a set of stairs he had an idea.
Time seemed to move so slow it was as if gravity took a break and gave him time to think of a plan to get out of this place.
He would build a rocket that would take him to the moon and beyond!
As he lands on the tile floor, with his backpack breaking his fall, he keeps a big smile on his face.
When he got home, he ran upstairs to his room, swiped his desk clean in one motion and threw down some paper and started drawing some blueprints for his spacecraft.
After completing his design he marked the last day of school on his calendar and promised himself he would take off on the first day of summer.
After dinner he went into the backyard and opened up the small shed next to the back porch and began to collect materials and tools he’d need to build his rocket.
Nelson was a quite boy and his parents knew nothing about him, and they were too busy arguing with each other to even go see what he was up too.
He worked until his small limbs ached to the bone and blisters popped up in the palm of his hands like daisies in a field.
It took him a couple of weeks to finish all the parts, and had collected fuel from numerous places, which he stored in empty soda bottles in the shed.
Things were heating up at home and at night while he was lying in bed he could hear his parents fight and threatened to divorce, on those nights he snuck up onto the roof to gaze at the stars, who would never leave him.
The next day was his last day of school and after getting picked on for the last time that semester he went back to his backyard and attached all the pieces of his rocket.
When he was done with that he hoisted it up so it faced the sky and stepped back and admired his hard work.
His parents called him inside and took him into the living room, when his mother said they had to talk to him about something very serious and he saw his older sister in tears, he already knew what was going to be said, so he blocked out the world as they talked for a very long time.
He was drifting through space,waving at the satellites and seeing the most beautiful sights one could ever see, from the many planets this galaxy has to flying stars and nebulas.
The words ‘we are getting a divorce’ entered his universe he got pulled into a black hole and found himself in tears on the couch.
He was used to living in a nice family until his parents started fighting and his sister rebelled against him saying it was all his fault.
He ran upstairs and locked himself in his room and his parents tried to get him out but he refused to talk.
After the sun had set and the stars were looking back down at him, he climbed out of his window wearing the spaceman halloween costume he wore every year. And instead of going up onto the roof he climbed down into the front yard and walked around the house to where his rocket was, opened the shed as quietly as he could and picked up some of the bottles of fuel. And as he came out of the shed he heard the porch door slam shut and dropped some of the bottles, his mother heard and called out his name, Nelson is that you?
He held onto two bottles and ran to his rocket and locked himself inside.
His mother came after him and threw her just lit cigarette away, it landed right in front of the shed.
It laid there glowing until the liquid fuel he sucked out of the lawnmower with a long rubber tube, got in contact with the cigarette set the shed on fire.
His mother noticed and screamed liked crazy when the flames went over to the house.
He crawled out of his rocket and saw the enormous flames eating up their home.
His mother called the fire department on her cell and dragged him to the front of the house, she fell on her knees screaming his father’s name and calling out to his sister.
Her face was covered in tears and he hugged her tightly, his father barged out of the front door carrying his sister, fire trucks pulled up behind them.
His father had some slight burns and the paramedics took care of him, after the flames were extinguished they went to their grandmothers house for a while.
It was a small home but everyone was more at ease and during the summer his parents fell back in love as the fire
The fire did more than burn down your home, his grandmother said, it also reignited their passion.
He had no idea what she was on about, and walked outside.
His sister pushed him over and said it was all his fault.
All his fault they were a happy family again, and reached out and helped him back up again.

Starla finds herself lying face down on the asphalt street, with no idea on how she got there.
Confused by her sudden awakening, she gets up and looks around to see a massive amount of people walking towards her, they stared at her like a pack of zombies.
They walk by her without giving her a single look, she turns around and sees even more people walking towards her.
She grabbed the man that was approaching her by the arm and asked, “Where you going?”
“I don’t know, I’m just following everyone else, this aught to be good.”, The man replied and continued to follow the herd.
She stood there for a while trying to remember how she got to be in the middle of the streets but failed to remember.
She sat down on the curb and watched as hundred of people walked into the same direction, towards the position of the sun.
Someone sat down next to her on the curb, she looked over and saw it was a guy about her age, with curly hair that were in dire need of a haircut and was wearing spectacles.
“Hey, are you ok?” He asked.
She smiled and said, “I’m fine.”
“Are you waiting for someone?” He asked while looking at the ground.
She fixed a rebellious string of hair back into the bundle on her head, “No, why?”
“Everyone is in a hurry to get to whatever is so amazing, that they dropped everything and just started walking to it.” He said brushing some dirt of his sneakers.
“I woke up in the middle of the streets. And can’t remember how I got there.” She explained, looking at a wet spot on the asphalt, presumably a puddle of her drool.
He reminded her a lot like a psychiatrist when he asked, “So you’re not ok? You just said you were.”
“And I am, just a little confused.” She added.
“Some guy on twitter said there was a giant spacecraft waiting to take us all to a new world. But I doubt that was true.” He said.
She stretched her legs and said, “Yeah, sounds hard to believe. But then what else is going on?”
“There isn’t even anything on TV right now, all the reporters and news teams have gone there too but wont be reporting about it.” He explained.
They watch people of all ages and sizes pass by them for a while until he begins to talk again, “What if we keep on sitting here and don’t go see what’s up. What if they are all walking into a trap set by aliens? And we end up being the only one’s left behind?”
“Are you asking me if I want to repopulate the Earth with you?” She asked moving her eyebrows upwards.
He quickly got up and tripped over the curb and knocks his head against the shop window behind her, “I.. No.. That’s not what I was asking.”
She laughed slightly and says, “Boys.”
He dashed back over to her, dropped on his knees, placed his palm on her cheek and kissed her with as much passion as he could muster.
A man walked by them while they were still kissing, wearing nothing but the hair on his body and yelled, “Hey! Cut that out, you should follow me to the biggest parteh ever!”
They stopped kissing and followed the white butt cheeks of the hippie all the way to the other side of town.
They arrived at a big crowd that was made out up of all the people that lived in town or near it.
“That’s one crazy dude.” She says as the hippie climbed his way down to the front of the crowd, hitting people in the face with his hairy balls.
He was looking around at the big number of people in front of them, “Reminds me of my dad.”
“Was he crazy?” She asks.
He looks over to her and has to squint his eyes because of the direct sunlight, “No, a nudist. Or well, some would say he was crazy for being one..”
“Do you like to get nude too? Like father, like son.” She asks with a shade of red on her cheeks.
It made him instantly nervous, “Is that important right now? The world could come to an end and you’re thinking about sex?” He faltered.
He looked at her as serious as possible but was failing, “But to answer your question. Hell yeah!”
They started to undress and make out at the feet of strangers who didn’t give them a second of their gaze.
And the hippie had finally made his way to the front of the crowd, leaving behind a trail of faces covered in his sweat.
Covered in sweat he took a breather and look in front of him.
Tears started to run down his face, and made him think about how he got there.
Hours before he arrived here he was taking a shower after a night shift and heard there was something was happening across town, and went straight there without getting dressed.
He continued crying as he saw a little girl in a tutu dress walk onto the stage and walked up to the microphone.
She tiptoed and began talking, “Thank you all for coming to my ballet recital, the dodo lake.”
She bowed and classical music began to play and she danced on stage.
People were in tears, as she danced an alternative version of the swan lake, portrayed the final moments of the last dodo on Earth.

Music is blasting through the stereo in his dusty bedroom.
The secret cult of collectibles scattered on bookshelves stare at him as he cries into a pillow because another girl had rejected him.
Melodies attempt to hush his mother’s high pitched voice that rumbles through his mind.
The words that are screaming out of the speakers melt his high school worries like a ice cube left in the sun.