Author: WriterofWays PM
Just some short stories, a new character/s every chapter! Read and Review! 'I guess I'm kind of an artist. My only tool is Tiphanie, my blue device of amazingness! (A.K.A, my camera). And before you accuse me of being nosy, just remember. I'm doing this for the people.'Rated: Fiction T - English - Words: 1,037 - Published: 02-16-13 - id: 3101492
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Hello writers! I was just browsing the internet, when I came across this cool character generator! Anyways, I decided to make a story out of it. Once a week, I'll hit randomize, and write a mini story on that character. If you want, you can guess what the sheet said. It's like this-
Your Character is (Enter gender)
One of your character's cardinal traits is (Enter trait here)
The character's greatest weakness is (Enter weekness here)
The character's most prized possession is (Enter possesion here)
And next time I upload a chapter, I'll anounce the winner for that round! Anyways, this is the website, if you are interested.
Hello World! The name's Josie, and I run The Weekly Whisper. The most amazing blog in the world! I've always been interested in uncovering the truth, and I feel people have the right to know what goes on around them. I guess I'm kind of an artist. My only tool is Tiphanie, my blue device of amazingness! (A.K.A, my camera). And before you accuse me of being nosy, just remember. I'm doing this for the people. Take last week's blog post for example; Jay's boyfriend was cheating on her with Becca (A.K.A, Queen of the Ditz). Anywho, I helped Jay! Without my amazing skills, Andy would still be snogging the life out of Becca, while Jay just sits there, wondering what the heck her supposed 'Boyfriend' is up to. I make peoples life better. And before Weekly Whisper was invented, I had no life! I just sat around and took pictures of nature. Ugh. I wonder how other people live without blogging! It's a great life experience!
"Josefina Quartez. You come down right now!" I snapped out of my thoughts, and looked around. Oh right. I'm in my bedroom. My boring, plain bedroom. Dang.
"I coming mom! Just getting ready!" I yelled, slipping out of my PJ's, and into an aqua T-shirt, washed out jeans, black converse, and my light blue scarf. I quickly ran to the bathroom and fumbled for my brush.
"Josefina!" My mother screeched yet again.
"One minute!" I yelled, scraping my dark brown wavy hair into a high ponytail.
I ran down stairs, and slid into the kitchen.
"Mornin' mom." I greeted, sitting down and grabbing some toast. Mom rolled her eyes.
"If you keep this up, you're gonna be late again. I tell you over and over! The computer can wait for later!" She lectured, hands on her hips.
I grinned. And not helping myself, I cheekily responded. "But my followers can't."
And with that, I grabbed my backpack, slung it over my back, and headed for the front door.
The wind greeted me with a blast of freshness. I inhaled the sweet smell of spring, and danced along the sidewalk.
"Hey Josie! Wait up! I spun around, and was greeted by Martina, the most amazing person on this whole planet.
"Martie! I thought you started spring break early! Shouldn't you be in D.C.?" I questioned, giving her a half hug.
"Dad had some unexpected work. We had to cancel." Martie replied, shoulders slumping.
"Oh well. Looks like you'll have to suffer through the last week of school with the rest of us dorks." I replied, swinging my arm around her, continuing my walk to school.
She sighed. "And I didn't finish my history paper. I was planning on doing it the last day of spring break."
"Procrastinator." I teased.
"Hypocrite." Martie shot back.
"True, very true." Reflecting back on last week, when I didn't finish my french homework, and Madame Laurise blew up. I'm pretty sure I'm her least favorite student.
After a long refreshing walk, Martie and I made our way through the hallways. We chatted aimlessly, until we reached my locker.
"See ya third period." I waved lazily, and threw my stuff in, grabbing my Biology book. I slammed my locker shut, and trotted along to Bio. Right before I was going to enter class, I heard a voice that made me stop in my tracks.
"Diane! What were you thinking!"
"I'm sorry Lisa, I thought that's what we planned!"
"No, you dimwit! You were supposed to slowly walk by his locker, watch for his combo, then deliver then deliver those three numbers to me!"
I grinned, grabbed my camera, and then snapped a quick picture of the two.
"Why do you even need the combo?" Diane questioned, looking down at her shoes.
I silently grabbed my tape recorder, and clicked.
"Remember last week? Zack stole my make-up back, dumped out all the stuff into the mud, then filled it with worms? I need payback!" I guess I have tomorrows blog! Lisl pinched the bridge of her nose. "Just go get it after lunch. Alright?"
Diane grinned. "You got it! And this time, I won't ask him for the combo. I'll watch."
The two girls walked away, as I clicked end. I love my job.
After lunch, I caught up with Martie, and showed her my findings. Martie just rolled her eyes.
"Don't you think you're just a little too obsessed with this?" She asked, looking at me with an, 'I know all look.'
I smiled. "Nope! Not a bit.' And I took a bit of my lunch.
I ran into the house, greeted my mom, ran upstairs, and jumped onto my computer. My fingers glided across the keyboard, typing away, until my little sister interrupted me.
"Josieeeeee! I need someone to play Ms. Teddybear.
"Not right now Hailey. I'm writing." I replied eyes glued to the screen.
She pouted. "You're no fun. I'll just ask Nico." And she ran out of the room, and skipped down the hall to my older brother Nico's room.
After a few more minutes of typing, my blog post was almost complete.
'And that, my fellow whisperers, is todays update on what's going on right now! Toodles!
I did a once-over, then hit the send button, with a big flourish
"And done!" I grinned a satisfied grin. I loved my job.
I hope you enjoyed it! Remember, I've never really written a story before, so if you thought it was a bit choppy, please tell me! I just want to get better!