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Be Nice to Your Brother
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Be Nice to Your Brother
Beginning of the story:
“Be nice,” my father said. “After all, he’s your brother.”
“Be nice,” my father said. “After all, he’s your brother.” I didn’t want to be nice to my brother. Ian was an idiot. I stomped up to my room and slammed the door.
Ian’s voice rang through the hall, “Riiiiichaaaaaarrddd! Do you wanna build a snowmaaaaan?” I groaned.
“Shut up, Ian! I don’t wanna build a stupid snowman!”
“Come on, let’s go and plaaaaay!”
“Go away, Ian!”
“I never see you anymore!”
“Good.”
“Come out the door!”
“No.”
“It’s like you’ve gone awaaaaaaay!”
“Shut up!”
“We used to be best buddies, and now we’re not. I wish you would tell me whyyyyyyyy!”
“Because I hate you! Go away!” I yelled at my idiot brother.
Be nice,” my father repeated. “After all, he’s your brother.” My dad sounded like a broken record. “
“Fine, fine. I’ll go play with Ian. Geez.” I opened the door to reveal my hopeful looking, grinning brother. “I’m only going to play with for five minutes, though.”
“Be nice. After all, he’s your-“
“I get it, I get it!” I screamed, which landed me ten minutes in the time-out chair.
“What the heck? There isn’t even any snow outside!” I yelled.
“Yeah, there is! Right here!” He yelled back, pointing at his milk.
“That’s not snow, those are ice cubes! And what are they doing in your milk?”
“It is too snow, and it makes the milk taste better! See?” He hollered, taking a huge gulp
of the milk, before promptly throwing up all over the lawn. He started crying.
“Clean up your puke! “ I yelled at him angrily. “Mom will get upset!”
“I- I d-don’t think I can c-clean it up by myself!” He sobbed.
My dad said loudly, across the lawn, “Be nice. After all, he’s your brother.”
After I reluctantly had helped Ian clean up his puke, he stopped crying. I went up to my room, furious. After five minutes, I heard his annoying yell.
“Richard, do you wanna build a snowman?” I opened my door and punched him, before slamming the door back in his face.
I groaned as I heard, “Be nice. After all, he’s your brother.”
The End
Be Nice to Your Brother
Beginning of the story:
“Be nice,” my father said. “After all, he’s your brother.”
“Be nice,” my father said. “After all, he’s your brother.” I didn’t want to be nice to my brother. Ian was an idiot. I stomped up to my room and slammed the door.
Ian’s voice rang through the hall, “Riiiiichaaaaaarrddd! Do you wanna build a snowmaaaaan?” I groaned.
“Shut up, Ian! I don’t wanna build a stupid snowman!”
“Come on, let’s go and plaaaaay!”
“Go away, Ian!”
“I never see you anymore!”
“Good.”
“Come out the door!”
“No.”
“It’s like you’ve gone awaaaaaaay!”
“Shut up!”
“We used to be best buddies, and now we’re not. I wish you would tell me whyyyyyyyy!”
“Because I hate you! Go away!” I yelled at my idiot brother.
Be nice,” my father repeated. “After all, he’s your brother.” My dad sounded like a broken record. “
“Fine, fine. I’ll go play with Ian. Geez.” I opened the door to reveal my hopeful looking, grinning brother. “I’m only going to play with for five minutes, though.”
“Be nice. After all, he’s your-“
“I get it, I get it!” I screamed, which landed me ten minutes in the time-out chair.
“What the heck? There isn’t even any snow outside!” I yelled.
“Yeah, there is! Right here!” He yelled back, pointing at his milk.
“That’s not snow, those are ice cubes! And what are they doing in your milk?”
“It is too snow, and it makes the milk taste better! See?” He hollered, taking a huge gulp
of the milk, before promptly throwing up all over the lawn. He started crying.
“Clean up your puke! “ I yelled at him angrily. “Mom will get upset!”
“I- I d-don’t think I can c-clean it up by myself!” He sobbed.
My dad said loudly, across the lawn, “Be nice. After all, he’s your brother.”
After I reluctantly had helped Ian clean up his puke, he stopped crying. I went up to my room, furious. After five minutes, I heard his annoying yell.
“Richard, do you wanna build a snowman?” I opened my door and punched him, before slamming the door back in his face.
I groaned as I heard, “Be nice. After all, he’s your brother.”
The End
Well, here's my first submission to DevianARt since joining June 11th, in 2013. That's almost 1 year and 6 months that I've done just about nothing.
I'm so inexperienced that the best comment I can give to anyone is "Nice!" or "Keep up the good work!" or "I really like this!".
I hope to become a better writer and.. and... maybe even give people compliments that aren't incredibly vague!
Anyway, I'll be submitting a number of these through DeviantART whenever I have free time.
I've made eight of these, and will be submitting one each week until I run out of them. I'll make more in the summer.
You may hate them, you may love them.
It would probably make me look cooler if I said, "I don't care what you think- I'm just writing from my soul, and if you don't like my soul, then I couldn't care less." or something, but to be honest... I would be REALLY happy if you enjoyed this.
The most beautiful thing on Earth is a smile. I want to make more of those in the world.
I hope to make you smile as you read what I write. HOWEVER, criticism is welcomed. You may be brutally honest, here.
This, as well as the eight other short stories I've written so far, have been inspired by the book "Writing Magic". It's basically a writing book. The writing prompt I used is mentioned at the very beginning of the story, in bold.
... Okay, that's enough talking. Time to submit this thing.
Wait! there's one more thing I'd like to say. (Sorry, I like to talk. A lot.) If you want to submit this work somewhere else and claim it as your own, I would be flattered- honestly, I would, but please, don't. My work is my work. Thank you.
I'm so inexperienced that the best comment I can give to anyone is "Nice!" or "Keep up the good work!" or "I really like this!".
I hope to become a better writer and.. and... maybe even give people compliments that aren't incredibly vague!
Anyway, I'll be submitting a number of these through DeviantART whenever I have free time.
I've made eight of these, and will be submitting one each week until I run out of them. I'll make more in the summer.
You may hate them, you may love them.
It would probably make me look cooler if I said, "I don't care what you think- I'm just writing from my soul, and if you don't like my soul, then I couldn't care less." or something, but to be honest... I would be REALLY happy if you enjoyed this.
The most beautiful thing on Earth is a smile. I want to make more of those in the world.
I hope to make you smile as you read what I write. HOWEVER, criticism is welcomed. You may be brutally honest, here.
This, as well as the eight other short stories I've written so far, have been inspired by the book "Writing Magic". It's basically a writing book. The writing prompt I used is mentioned at the very beginning of the story, in bold.
... Okay, that's enough talking. Time to submit this thing.
Wait! there's one more thing I'd like to say. (Sorry, I like to talk. A lot.) If you want to submit this work somewhere else and claim it as your own, I would be flattered- honestly, I would, but please, don't. My work is my work. Thank you.
© 2014 - 2024 Phoenix8640
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Your good, I hope your writing skill's strengthen over time. Mine are still blah. And is kinda, Shwumpy. But this is good. I can't wait for the next seven. I think that's the amount.
Any way have a good day.
Any way have a good day.