The story of nothing…
It begins….
It slithers up from my legs to my arms I cry in complete and utter agony and pain, as it bites me. Its poison courses through me. I try to hold on to truth and light, but it only makes the poison course through me faster. The tears flow down my face, caressing it, my only comfort. I’m dieing. I cry out “why wont you save me?!” 
There is no answer. I writhe as the pain increases. My tears dry, my comfort gone. I have nothing now, but the darkness. It is coming back. I beg it to just kill me and let it be done and over with. It smiles and slithers away. I scream, my throat is dry and my voce cracked.  

It ends…
I am lying on the ground. I have no strength to scream for help. No strength to move. To breathe. I smile. There is no one for me. And then I die. 

i was really happy when i wrote this * dripping with sarcasm* not really, obviously. 

ive decided that i may be best suited with serious or other stories instead of funny. so ya.... :\

Elvis clone's taking over the world!!!!
On June 5th , 2045, we witnessed as Elvis came back into style. Everyone wanted to be him. Everyone wanted to listen to him and look like him. And then we watched as the trend turned into something more. Soon there were religions, cults, and even gangs all about how everyone should look and act like Elvis. We then witnessed people being murdered because they did not go to the national church of Elvis Presley. And then we saw the massacres. Countless of men woman and children died at the hands of not the followers of      Elvis, but his clones. And now we look at now, as we are now ruled over these Elvis clones. In Elvis Presley we trust I bid you goodbye.
“What a load of crap.” A man said as he crumpled up the newspaper and threw it on the ground. He breathed in the cigarette smoke and let it slowly flow out of his mouth. The man watched as the smoke floated into the air, and then it was stirred around by the movement from the hover cars.  The man then, started walking to MC’ PRESLEY. The man was unlike the rest of the people in this city. Unlike them he did not go to that stupid Elvis church, nor did he dress like him. He just slept most of the day away, he wore a long dark leather trench coat, and a beaten up bowler hat. The man stomped on his cigarette and started to start a new one when he saw something in the alley. He shrugged and walked away smoking his cigarette. Not many people wanted to resist because they felt as if they had no other choice. The man shook his head shamefully and blew out the smoke. He didn’t understand why they were afraid of a bunch of clones though.  He started to walk when he felt like someone was following him. He walked a little faster and then turned into the next alleyway. The man turned and saw his stalker. He immediately got his gun out.
“I am not becoming one of you freaks.” The man said plainly as he stared down at the Elvis clone. The clone didn’t respond, he merely pointed a laser at the man and started shooting. The man dodged the shots, jumping against the brick walls and kicking the garbage into the clones face. The clone brushed the garbage away and kept shooting. The man then started shooting the clone and running head on to it. Just as the clone was about to shoot the man square in the face the man punched him in the face, with such strength and speed, that it smashed in the clone’s head. He stood up straight and smiled down at the smashed up clone. He lighted another cigarette and walked out of the alley way and back to MC' Presley. The man walked on and smiled to himself when he realized more clones were following him.
"Well this is going to be fun." 

i tried and failed to understand this. i had to do this earlier this year for creative writing and the prompt was elvis clones taking over the world... i tried to do something else but kate(teacher) is heartless. :(   anyways, i couldve discribed the fighting scene a little better and the guys surrondings but im just too lazy for that :D

I looked around nervously trying not to cry. Its ok… daddy will come and find me… he will! I felt the tear’s stream down knowing that I was just lying to myself. My name is Nadine. Nadine willows. I’m currently 6 years old. I know I’m pretty old to cry like this but I can’t help it. My daddy told me that he was going to talk to some people and then come back and that we would go for ice cream, but told me I had to wait in the conference room. He had even given me a red balloon, and most importantly he let me sit in the big spinney chair!
But….
That was five hours ago. I really badly had to go pee and I was thirsty. I wiggled around making the chair spin slightly. I looked out the window and saw that all the people who had been there before…. Were gone. I saw out, that window a door to the bathroom. I slid out of the chair and walked slowly toward the door. I opened the door and looked to the sides to see if there was anyone around. Nope! I walked quickly into the bathroom and peed. I then tried to wash my hands, but the sink was too high. I then heard some people talking. I was scared that they might be mad at me, so I hid under the sink, where there was a little cupboard, and stayed there. I then heard some loud sharp booms fill the air. I put my face in my knees and wrapped my hand tightly around my legs shaking. I then heard the screams. I shook harder. What was going on?
….
I stared silently at the ground. It had been 5 weeks since the terriost attack. The police, the doctors, the nurses, even my teacher had told me that my father was a diplomat and that it wasn’t my fault and that I didn’t have to be afraid to cry. But I couldn’t cry. No matter how hard I tried she couldn’t. I sighed and kicked a pebble making it bounce up ahead. As I watched the pebble go I saw a pair of shoes come into my view. I looked up to find Lucas staring snidely at me. What did he want?
“ ’Oh boo hoo look at me I have no family what am I ever going to do?’” he said to me mockingly. He glared at me and suddenly grabbed my blonde ponytail. I cried out, as he pulled hard. “ It’s you’re own fault you know. First you had to be born and kill your mother and then you had to go and kill your daddy.” I yanked away from him falling on the ground. I looked up and said angrily, “ I didn’t kill my daddy! He was killed by a bunch of mean people!” he laughed and leaned in closely to me. “ Is that what you think? The police didn’t tell you the truth then did they? Your daddy wasn’t killed by terriost’s. He was killed because you weren’t good enough.”
“Stop it…” I said silently.
“ Because you killed your own mother…”
“ Stop it.” I said a little louder. I was starting to shake.
“ Because you are a spoiled brat and…” he leaned in and whispered silently in my ear,
“ he said himself this part… ‘ I wish she was never born. She isn’t pretty enough to be my daughter and I hate her...’” I stopped shaking and stared in horror at the ground. Daddy would never say that! Daddy loves me! What if it’s true? Am I really not that pretty? What am I going to do? WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?!
I heard a whistle and turned to see the recess teacher coming over, asking what we were doing. Lucas smiled and stared down at me. He then yelled “ we were just playing a little game…” he smiled and waved goodbye to me.
….
I shook not from the cold rain falling down on me, but because I was scared. Scared that what Lucas said was true. Scared that I was a killer. Scared of the fact I was alone. I was in a very thin shirt and shorts with flip-flops. It had been such a pretty day. I shook harder and stared down at my father’s grave. I had ran away from my aunts to see his grave, I missed him so much… I looked at the grave next to his, knowing I would find my mothers. Her name was lily willows. She was 25 when she gave birth to me, and had died that age. I never knew her, but I loved her. My daddy had told me that I had her sapphire eyes and her honey blonde hair. I think where the comparison stopped. She had thinner lips then my thick ones and she had dimples, while I had none. She had a long pretty face while I had a round ugly face. I looked silently at the two and closed my eyes.
Am I really alone?
The thought had never really gotten to me until Lucas had told me. What now that I thought about it…
I felt something hot and wet roll down my cheek. I was shocked to realize they were tears. I hadn’t cried since I was in the conference room. I wrapped my arms around my legs putting them tightly around my body. I felt my sobs shack me. I winced as I heard my stomach growl. How long have I been here? And to think no one was looking for me just made me sob harder. Gosh I was such a baby. But then…
“ You ok?” I looked up to find a man with a black umbrella and a long black trench coat. He had big kind brown eyes and black hair that almost hid them. As I started looking at him more, I realized that he was not a man but a teenager. I looked quickly down, trying not to let him see how un-ok I was. My stomach decided then to gurgle. I clenched my tummy angry at it deceiving me. He then started laughing and took of his jacket. I stared wondering what he was doing when he put it over me. “ Don’t want you to catch a cold now.” He said smiling. I looked up at him questionably and then looked down. Why is he being so nice?
I heard at him get up, and I looked up and the words slipped out before I could do anything.
“Don’t leave me!” he looked at me surprisingly, suddenly noticing the graves. He looked sad and then smiled. “I’ll make a deal,” he said squatting, looking me eye to eye,” if you come with me and eat some food, I wont leave you ok?” he smiled and opened his hand out to me. I stared at it and smiled. I nodded and grabbed his hand. 

(for those who are scared to death for poor nadine dont worry the dude is her brother.... uncle... cousin... i dont know. anyways im not going to torture her anymore   ...  this may or may not turn into a full out story....)