random stories thread

Once upon a time, not long ago
Where people wore pajamas and lived life slow
Where laws were stern and justice stood
And people were behavin' like they ought to good

There lived a little boy who was misled
By another little boy and this is what he said
Me and you Tike, we're gonna make some cash
Robbin' old folks and makin' the dash

They did the job, money came with ease
But one couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease
He robbed another and another and a sister and a brother
Tried to rob a man who was a D.T. undercover

The cop grabbed his arm, he started actin' erratic
He said, "Keep still boy, no need for static"
Punched him in his belly and gave him a slap
But little did he know, the little boy was strapped

The kid pulled outta gun, he said, "Why'd you hit me?"
The barrel was set straight for the cop's kidney
The cop got scared, the kid, he starts to figure
I'll do years if I pull this trigger

So he cold dashed and ran around the block
Cop radios in to another lady cop
He ran by a tree, there he saw the sister
Shot for the head, he shot back but he missed her

Looked 'round good and from expectations
He decided he'd head for the subway stations
But she was coming and he made a left
He was running top speed till he was out of breath

Knocked and old man down and swore he killed him
Then he made his move to an abandoned building
Ran up the stairs up to the top floor
Opened up a door, there guess who he saw

Dave, the dope fiend shootin' dope
Who don't know the meaning of water nor soap?
He said, "I need bullets, hurry up, run"
The dope fiend rolled back a spankin' shot gun

He went outside but there were cops all over
Then he dipped into a car, a stolen Nova
Raced up the block doin' 83
Crashed into a tree, near university

Escaped alive, though the car was battered
Rat-a-tat-tatered and all the cops scattered
Ran out of bullets and he still had static
Grabbed the pregnant lady and pulled out the automatic

Point it at her head, he said the gun was full of lead
He told the cops, "Back off or honey here's dead"
Deep in his heart he knew he was wrong
So he let the lady go and he starts to run on

Sirens sounded, he seemed astounded
And before long the boy got surrounded
He dropped his gun so went the glory
And this is the way I have to end this story

He was only one teen in a madman's dream
The cops shot the kid, I still here him scream
This ain't funny, so don't ya dare laugh
Just another case about the wrong path
Straight and narrow or your soul gets cast
Goodnight

Random Thoughts wrote: 3/10 on gif usage.

It was like 11 pm and some crackheads knocked on my door asking to use my phone. I don't know why but I dialed 911 and handed her the phone through my iron door. She then gets on the phone and tells the 911 person: Yeah Re-Re hit me again! RE-RE! Yeah! I am......
Me: You are at 1529...
Her back to 911: Yeah, I am at 1529...

So, she gives the phone back and then sits on my steps with his other cracked out dude
I turn off all my lights and put on the dead bolts and wait for the cops to show up. I peak out the window and wait like a damn hour for the cops to show up. They talk to her and then leave. She still sitting my steps talking to this dude. I get pissed so tell them to get the off my stairs. They leave.

One day, a scorpion looked around at the mountain where he lived and decided that he wanted a change. So he set out on a journey through the forests and hills. He climbed over rocks and under vines and kept going until he reached a river.
The river was wide and swift, and the scorpion stopped to reconsider the situation. He couldn't see any way across. So he ran upriver and then checked downriver, all the while thinking that he might have to turn back.

Suddenly, he saw a frog sitting in the rushes by the bank of the stream on the other side of the river. He decided to ask the frog for help getting across the stream.

"Hellooo Mr. Frog!" called the scorpion across the water, "Would you be so kind as to give me a ride on your back across the river?"

"Well now, Mr. Scorpion! How do I know that if I try to help you, you wont try to kill me?" asked the frog hesitantly.

"Because," the scorpion replied, "If I try to kill you, then I would die too, for you see I cannot swim!"

Now this seemed to make sense to the frog. But he asked. "What about when I get close to the bank? You could still try to kill me and get back to the shore!"

"This is true," agreed the scorpion, "But then I wouldn't be able to get to the other side of the river!"

"Alright then...how do I know you wont just wait till we get to the other side and THEN kill me?" said the frog.

"Ahh...," crooned the scorpion, "Because you see, once you've taken me to the other side of this river, I will be so grateful for your help, that it would hardly be fair to reward you with death, now would it?!"

So the frog agreed to take the scorpion across the river. He swam over to the bank and settled himself near the mud to pick up his passenger. The scorpion crawled onto the frog's back, his sharp claws prickling into the frog's soft hide, and the frog slid into the river. The muddy water swirled around them, but the frog stayed near the surface so the scorpion would not drown. He kicked strongly through the first half of the stream, his flippers paddling wildly against the current.

Halfway across the river, the scorpion was suddenly adrift and, out of the corner of his eye, saw the frog swimming away. A deadening numbness began to creep into his limbs as he struggled for air.

"You thug!" the scorpion managed to utter, "Why on earth did you do that?"

The frog stopped swimming, and turned to stare at the scorpion.

"Get out."

Then the scorpion finally was pulled away by the waters of the swiftly flowing river.