As I walked through a large smokey valley I gazed upon a large hippo. He was golden brown and smelled of aged roses. I tried to speak to him but my tongue was paralyzed in fear, fear given from the old stokeson trees in the valley. The stokeson trees are mean creatures, everyone of them viscous and vial as the next. They smell like old ciggarettes and leak whisky from there roots. That's why you always see scavanging wolves wobbling around the forest mistakingly eating the roots and being hit by a train of alcohol.


Ok well now I have writers block. LOL

im gunna start another one:


i was running throught he fields of nebraska as a small indian asked me if i wanted to take a ride on a magical carpet, i said yes small indian. and as i turned my head to watch a bird fly away a flash appeared in the corners of my eye. the indian boy was gone and i smelled of horse stool. ive been bamboozled by those pesky little imps and there stinky poop throwing ways. i decided to get back at the imps. ive had enough of there crap.(literally) so i put on my nike boots and stomped the little S-O-B's town into the mud like it was a peice of trash. i was feelin fine and i just conquered with devine. devine power that is. Anyways, to make a long story short, i got arrested 20 minutes later in an ally way with a small women that looked like Christine. she was lookin fine, and the cops bought the "shes an old friend" story. oh those were the good days.


and another:


i was flying my mecha goat through time square ...ok thats stupid


and another:


as i put on the sparkling pants that jesus wore while eating the time sandwich with zelda, i urinated a small bit and it started to spot. that spot stained and he was totally p-o'ed LOL


and another:

me and my favorite woman christine were walking through a small mall in the metropaliton of new jersey, and we saw a new panty store. and we just had to go there. so we hit the ATM up and got around 4 million dollars to spend on new panties with lil duckiez on em! OOO! so then we got arrested for public urination again. so it was a normal day for me and my fav lady. YEP!
FIN

and another:

This is the story of Christines shotgun. Christines shotgun was originally made by an old blacksmith in 1706 in scottland. the gun was then sold to a poor boy wanting to restore his families honor by killing the loch ness monster. the boy ventured into the lake (after carefully waterproofing the gun.) he swam deep dow, around 300 miles below sea level. (hes a great swimmer!) and he saw nessy, so he then rose the shotgun, shaking and scared for his life, ness then looked into the boys eyes, the boy sees that nessy is harmless and drop the shotgun and it is washed away. after the gun is gone nessy tell the boy how his father drowned shortly after he fell off his old fishing boat. and nessy also said that she had picked up his fathers soul, and the body (she ziplocked it dont worry) and she took the body and the soul and gave the father his life back and the boy his happiness. and by this time the shotgun crafted by the old blacksmithed washed into a space time continium and was sent to a world called menewsha. the shotgun fell into a house with two loving parents and a baby girl. the baby girls name was Christine. (named after a dragon in colorado!) the baby was raised with this shotgun and became to love it. and after her parents had left to make cats for santa in the north pole, the shotgun has never left the side of Christine. and will forever be in her hands.

JUST FOR CHRISTINE :)


and another:

one day when i was running through an allyway in manhatten, a small gopher asked me if i wanted a logical answer to why his pants dont fit me anymore, i replied: yes gopher please tell me about the hat. the gopher then sent me a trunk of letters about how his hat doesnt fit in his pants. i said wait what? and he said idk, but i did put a lot of drugs in your drink at that bar 15 minutes ago. then i remember waking up with a woman that had hair similar to kakashi and smelled like an old bowl of fig newtons. yep, it happened again.
end.

and another:

when i sold my new cars at the cup store i glanced to the left and saw a huge monitar car window in the ceiling of a beat down 69 chevy. i said what am i talking about? and walked down the street to wal mart and bought 5 pounds of used toilet paper and ice cream, i was gunna have a good night tonight.

Notice: if you would like to help with the story, you can. But, do not steal my story. ( this wasn't edited onto the first post because they would probly not read it if it was up there ^^^)

one day me and my dog leroy were walking down the street. it was cold and we both had fleas at the time. so we went down to tupac house to ask him for some popaglock flea removal gel. so we went to ask him but he wasnt home, he must of been somewhere with his homies. so we went to snoops house and got some doggy fresh flea removal and it gave us even more fleas! we were like...wait....fleas are nice people and should be treated equally. and then barny came out of no where and said:

IM AN ALCOHOLIC AND IM PROUD!

the end.

one day, my dog pendling and i were running through the forest, trying out our new nike boots. they were working fine until pendling stumbled and blew out one of the motors in the right boot. so we took the boot to an old lady named ms. gregory and she gave the boot a new motor that worked twice as fast as the other! so pendling was happy!! but not as happy as me, because i was the one getting to watch him running in a small circle due to the ford f150 motor in the right boot.

one day me and my grandmother, ruth ann were going to the liquor store to buy some gin and juice. she was an old woman, smelled of flowers and that smell...(you know..the old smell) but its just dandy because i like the smell. so we hopped into the nearest car (not mine!) and we started to head to the store. i could already tell she was gunna be happy today because she found some of grandpas old cough medicine and drank a couple pints! so she was pretty happy go lucky by then! (but not a good driver) but eventually, we did make it to the liquor store. and when we got there we got the masks and guns out and got ready for the party, but suddenly a glowing creature came down from the sky! it was a doe! the doe pranced around the parking lot for about two hours or so, and finally stopped dead in its tracks..turned its head toward me...and said...oh hai!...and dissapeared!! and by that time the store was closed and grandma was asleep. so i just used my super powers to fly her back home and get her in her nice golden water bed.

FIN~

Once upon a time, there was a kid named casey. he was raised in a small town in ohio. the kid was playful yet quite shy at times. he loved to draw and play videogames. he also would go outside everyday to stay look fine! (lol.) but the boy he once was, was gone and he was now a young adult. at the age of 15 casey was an experienced anime artist and quite a story writer if i do say so myself. he has his priorities set and is ready for life to come his way. hes going to get out of school soon and go into college for an art degree, soo after that hes going to look for a job as an animator. and after that, its just how it goes. have to go with the flow and roll witht he punches. hes set and ready.

one day me and my cat fred were running through the forest and we were running for local triathalon.(spelling?lol) me and fred have trained hard for years to win this father cat triathalon.so as we were running through the forest he suddenly stopped.he then pulled some medically enchancing drugs from him nap sack. i said what are you doing?!?! you cant take steroids!!!! he said orly? why? i said, because there illegal!!! he replied, and... i replied back loud and clear, DONT DO DRUGS!

( i really cant find anything to end this with, this will be finished another time..blah, writers block)

UPDATE!!!!!~~~~~~~~~


LETTING ANYONE WHO READS THIS KNOW, I MIGHT BE ILLUSTARTING SOME OF THE THINGS GOING ON IN MY STORIES AND AUCTIONING THEM OFF IN THE ART AUCTIONS~YOU CAN ASK FOR ME TO ILLUSTRATE ANY OF MY STORIES FOR YOU~

One day when I woke up I was reeling sick to my stomach. I felt achey and my mouth tasted of old grapes, yuk! So as I walked downstairs to get some medicine from my mother. My mother is a wise old shampn from the middle east. She gave me some vodka to take the cold away. I drank about three gallons and forgot how to remember my name. But after I threw up a couple times I felt like a mystical dragon from California. Yep, I have a good mommy

whenever you buy an old lady a flower, you have to give it to her in style. now this is the story of the flower giver. he ws very stylish with his flower giving techniques. he would come out of nowhere randomly and flower that grandma like there was no tommorow. oh what a great flower giver he is. congratulations my friend. congratulations.

one day when me and my mom were driving to get some groceries, a small cow flew down to my window and asked me if i wanted to but some ciggerettes. i said no you silly cow! now get out of here!!!!!!!! he said, whatev you lil looser weiner face. and i was like, mom. did you hear that cow? and she said..you are freaking out..man. and i said wait what? and then we flew off a cliff into a pond and drowned, but we got rezzed by a night elf mowhawk. DUN DUN DUNNN! end.