Big Nate by Lincoln Peirce for November 04, 2012
November 03, 2012
November 05, 2012
Transcript:
NATE: Artur! Wanna play table football? It's fun! ARTUR: Oh ho! football! Or as you Americans are call it: Soccer! NATE: No, not soccer! Football! USA style! ARTUR: Hokay so outside we should go then. NATE: No no! We play right here! ARTUR: But how we play with no ball? NATE: We've got a ball! Look! ARTUR: Nate. Stop joking. That is a paper triangle only. NATE: No duh, Artur! It's a substitute ball! ARTUR: Ha! But you cannot throw or kick such a ball so little and pointy! NATE: We don't throw it, Artur! We don't kick it! It's table football! We play on the table! ARTUR: Ah, hokay! Hikes! NATE: I can't take it.
S.O.S. Save Or Sink. Another short story by James aka ‘FMC’
The foamy wave crashed. Another day at the beach. We were on holiday. I ran into the waves. The wet splash tickled my chest and tummy. It was cold, but as it was a hot day, you had to be a complete fool not to go in and have a swim. My mother yelled to me, “Don’t forget your sunblock and your cap!” My mother is always nagging me to put my safety first before fun. I groaned. I wanted to splash around.
I supplied my sunblock and pulled my cap on tight. I wasn’t going to need it since I was going to go under the waves to get wet, but there was no use arguing. I went under the wave and screamed. A rotten and dead fish floated past me. It looked gross, it smelt foul. The smell reeked. I swam back to the surface, out of breath. I choked. All the water was making me gag. Thank god, I surfaced.
I looked around. Everyone was screaming. “JAMES!” My mother and father screamed.“BEHIND YOU!” I span around in horror. A shark! I screamed. I wish I didn’t because all that would do is show the shark I’m an easy target! I’ve always been a wuss! Then I relised, what ressembled a shark behind me, was actually a DOLPHIN! An easy mistake to make! It was grey and had a fin just like a shark, but it was only a playful dolphin!
“Everyone! It’s just a dolphin!” I yelled. Everyone ran back onto the beach. Even the ice cream man who sells ice cream by the car park came to see the dolphin. The dolphin titted. It was so close to me. I stroked it. gently and delicately. Then it swam off in the wind and ocean, it’s family behind it. I got out the ocean and dried myself. If only it happened next year!