Topic: Autistic kid story
+Anonymous A — 12 years ago #36,955
When I was taking a walk on the sidewalk the other day, I saw a mother and her autistic boy approaching me. I cut between them. Knowing the kinds of obsession these kids usually have, the kid, careful to not step on the lines between the sidewalk tiles, tried to run back in front of me, to cancel my cutting between them, so he and his mother would not be forever separated. As the kid tried to did this, I sped up. As he was sprinting ahead, I looped around the kid, effectively cutting the space between him and his mother a second time. The kid, who now started crying, tried even more desperately to circle around me in the opposite direction.I approached the road, leaving the kid no option but to run out into road in order to correct this perceived error in the universe. Just as the kid ran out into the street, a garbage truck came rushing forward, running over the kid. The driver, terrified, hit the brakes. He managed to stop the truck exactly so that one of the rear wheel rested on top of the kid's body, which was now completely crushed. All that was now left of this worthless eater was a pool of blood. When the paramedics arrived, they declared him dead on the spot. His mother yelled at me for causing his son's death, and explained that even if he was a bit strange, he was a math genius who was going to be the next Albert Einstein. I smirked at her and said "yeah right", and left the scene. This had been a good day.
(Edited 56 seconds later.)
+Anonymous B — 12 years ago, 1 hour later[T] [B] #417,364
Okay.
+Anonymous C — 12 years ago, 57 minutes later, 2 hours after the original post[T] [B] #417,368
+Anonymous D — 12 years ago, 1 hour later, 3 hours after the original post[T] [B] #417,371
Hello beautiful and witty women of tinychan,
Weekends typically mean working outside, doing projects around the house or in the yard. I figure this might be a fun premise for some inspiring prose. Allow me to start with what I normally do, and you can help complete the story.
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It's 9am and the sun is already burning the morning dew from the grass. The air is humid with spring air and a a perpetual chance of afternoon rain.
Company will be in town next weekend so I want to make the house look nice. I've taken care of cleaning everything inside but work still needs to be done outside.
I look at the screen enclosing the pool. It's slight green tinge screams for a cleaning. This will be hard and tidings labour.
I change into something a little more appropriate. A shitty pair of old cut off swim trunks and that's it. There is no need for a shirt or underwear when doing this kind of work.
The hot morning sun immediately greets me as I step outside. The warm indicates there will be plenty of heat and sunny rays today.
The pressure washer is hooked up an I get to work. The fast spray goes to work on the grime. Meanwhile, a combination of sweat and water slowly cover my body. I begin to glow as the sun toasts my muscular shoulders, chest, and back. The work causes strain as it lasts for hours. I begin to grow tired and seek brief refuge in the shade.
The fridge holds a case of icey cold beer. I treat myself to the cold brew despite it being 11am. After, it's a beautiful Sunday and so far I've earned it. As I bend up from the small fridge and close the door, I look up and you're standing there.
You reach forward, placing your hand on my sweaty chest reddened by the sun. You pull me close and give me a soft kiss on the side of my neck an whisper.....
Weekends typically mean working outside, doing projects around the house or in the yard. I figure this might be a fun premise for some inspiring prose. Allow me to start with what I normally do, and you can help complete the story.
,,,,,,,,,,
It's 9am and the sun is already burning the morning dew from the grass. The air is humid with spring air and a a perpetual chance of afternoon rain.
Company will be in town next weekend so I want to make the house look nice. I've taken care of cleaning everything inside but work still needs to be done outside.
I look at the screen enclosing the pool. It's slight green tinge screams for a cleaning. This will be hard and tidings labour.
I change into something a little more appropriate. A shitty pair of old cut off swim trunks and that's it. There is no need for a shirt or underwear when doing this kind of work.
The hot morning sun immediately greets me as I step outside. The warm indicates there will be plenty of heat and sunny rays today.
The pressure washer is hooked up an I get to work. The fast spray goes to work on the grime. Meanwhile, a combination of sweat and water slowly cover my body. I begin to glow as the sun toasts my muscular shoulders, chest, and back. The work causes strain as it lasts for hours. I begin to grow tired and seek brief refuge in the shade.
The fridge holds a case of icey cold beer. I treat myself to the cold brew despite it being 11am. After, it's a beautiful Sunday and so far I've earned it. As I bend up from the small fridge and close the door, I look up and you're standing there.
You reach forward, placing your hand on my sweaty chest reddened by the sun. You pull me close and give me a soft kiss on the side of my neck an whisper.....
·Anonymous B — 12 years ago, 8 minutes later, 3 hours after the original post[T] [B] #417,374
+Anonymous E — 12 years ago, 1 hour later, 4 hours after the original post[T] [B] #417,383
+Anonymous F — 12 years ago, 1 hour later, 5 hours after the original post[T] [B] #417,399
More bert stories, please.
·Anonymous A (OP) — 12 years ago, 43 minutes later, 6 hours after the original post[T] [B] #417,408
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