Okay, this is about the most stupid, walang tiyak na layunin story that you'd ever hear!
Me and random9747649 were chatting over IM. I felt like being random, so I yelled I SAWS A PICKLE!
after that, we started talking about what the heck? What pickle? So! I made this story! I've added things from the original story which I had copied and pasted into my journal. I will give you this story, with added things, then I will tumawid a line, and paste the original one :D
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I was walking down the sidewalk of the Ulysses S. Grant park near the pato pond. The sun was coming to a set, it was beautiful. Then, as I looked at the duckpond to the right of me, I saw it! I green, bumpy, deal pickle, just walking around, nervously, like it was looking out for people. It didn't see me, I was behind some bushes. It stopped, and looked at the ducks, admiring the beautiful patterns on their feathers. It started walking along the ridge of the pond, so I started to follow it, being careful to stay behind the bushes. And then, I had tripped, over a large branch. It heard me. And when it saw me, it jumped into the pond and attempted to swim to the other side. But - The ducks were hungry and hadn't gotten feeden..So, on that day, I saw a atsara die...
I called 911. I found out information on the atsara after the ambulansya had taken away what was rest of him. That pickle, it was young. At only 28. He'd just gotten a job interview, and was expecting to get the job. He had his whole life ahead of him. A few days later, I had gotten an invitation to a funeral, the pickle's funeral. As I walked to the funeral Parlor, I realized that it was my fault that he had died..
I saw his wife, well, his almost wife. He and her were going to get married a buwan from then, but of course, he didn't make it to see his wedding day. According to the information, They were close, their pag-ibig would probably last a lifetime. I saw his mother, crying into her purse. Every time she stopped crying, she just started crying again. I saw his father, stern, but holding back tears...then I wondered just how many people..or pickles that I had hurt..not physically, but emotionally...
On that day, The funeral for Eric, the atsara - closed castcic. On that day, I was murderer.
Or was I....
As I walked out of the funeral parlor, I knew that I would face a brighter araw tomorrow..
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It was walking down the sidewalk of the Ulysses S. Grant park near the pato pond. I saw it, and when it saw me, it jumped into the pond and attemped to swim to the other side! But - The ducks were hungrey and hadn't gotten feeden..So, on that day, I saw a atsara die...
That pickle, it was young. At only 28! He'd just gotten a job interview, and was expecting to get the job. He had his whole life ahead of him! and as i walked to the funneral, I realized that it was my fault that he had died..
I saw his wife, well, his almost wife. he and her were going to get married a buwan from then, but of corse, he didn't make it to see his wedding day. I saw his mother, crying into her purse, I saw his father, stern, but holding back tears...then I wondered just how many people..or pickles that i had hurt..not phisically, but emotionally...