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#AStoryADay: story 21. nancy the pig and bobby the turtle try to be friends

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#AStoryADay: story 21. nancy the pig and bobby the turtle try to be friends

to celebrate national novel writing month (or the unfortunately nicknamed "NaNoWriMo") this year i will spare myself the white-hair-inducing effects of writing 50,000 words in the month of November by writing a story a day.

these stories will be of any length and veer into any territory i wish. the idea is for me to write one a day for every day of november. these will be first drafts with minimal editing.

if you are into any of it. please comment below! perhaps you can help me figure out if there's ANYthing in these stories worth adapting or polishing into something awesome.

story 21. nancy the pig and bobby the turtle try to be friends (by jenny yang. sunday, november 24, 2013)

nancy the pig really loves bobby the turtle.  bobby the turtle is super friendly!  he smiles at nancy all the time. they have such a great time in the pond together - mostly bobby playing in the pond and nancy watching on the side. nancy doesn’t do well in the water.  secretly, nancy wants bobby the turtle to be her boyfriend.  bobby told nancy it’s not possible.  nancy said okay, but continues to play with bobby.  this is fun for nancy but every time they play, she still wants to be in love with bobby and it hurts her a little in her heart every time.

one day, a wise wise swan swam over to nancy, after watching nancy and bobby play in the pond for many weeks.

“sweet, sweet pig. what is your name?” said the swan.

“me?  you are a swan and you are talking to me? my name is nancy. what is your name?” said nancy.

“my name is Cindy. i’ve been in this pond for many, many years and I just wanted to say hello. i also noticed how good you are with bobby the turtle?” said cindy the swan.

“yes. we are dear, dear friends.” said nancy, with a hint of sadness....

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#AStoryADay: story 20.  the friend of my friend is not my friend

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#AStoryADay: story 20. the friend of my friend is not my friend

to celebrate national novel writing month (or the unfortunately nicknamed "NaNoWriMo") this year i will spare myself the white-hair-inducing effects of writing 50,000 words in the month of November by writing a story a day.

these stories will be of any length and veer into any territory i wish. the idea is for me to write one a day for every day of november. these will be first drafts with minimal editing.

if you are into any of it. please comment below! perhaps you can help me figure out if there's ANYthing in these stories worth adapting or polishing into something awesome.

story 20.  the friend of my friend is not my friend  (by jenny yang. saturday, november 23, 2013)

“i’m an essential oils kinda gal. it is just so, so good for you. oregano for a stuffy nose...eucalyptus oil for mental fatigue...peppermint oil for a tension headache...jasmine for a mood boost…oh i could go on…”

please don’t.

cara twirled herself into a huge plop in the middle of the quadruple pillow top bed. she chirped on like she was a cheerleader for aromatherapy. or some hippie dimension snow white who called in nature to do her work like the animals of the enchanted forest. the word “so” seems to be her favorite word.

it was bachelorette weekend for our mutual friend tracey and i got the luck of the room sharing draw.

“well i hope you don’t mind the scent of eucalyptus because i simply must have it everywhere i sleep. it just does not feel like home without it.” she started to dab her neck and spray into the bathroom.

“here’s the thing, cara.” i had to say something. “come.” i waved her over to sit down facing me in the narrow aisle between our beds....

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#AStoryADay: story 19.  young christian fruit

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#AStoryADay: story 19. young christian fruit

to celebrate national novel writing month (or the unfortunately nicknamed "NaNoWriMo") this year i will spare myself the white-hair-inducing effects of writing 50,000 words in the month of November by writing a story a day.

these stories will be of any length and veer into any territory i wish. the idea is for me to write one a day for every day of november. these will be first drafts with minimal editing.

if you are into any of it. please comment below! perhaps you can help me figure out if there's ANYthing in these stories worth adapting or polishing into something awesome.

story 19.  young christian fruit. (by jenny yang. friday, november 22, 2013)

my only regret in life is i did not exploit the weaknesses of shallow young women. i spent too much time occupied with god. god. the ultimate cockblock.

i was a smart kid but i missed that old adage oh, what was it again? if you don’t start a band to get girls, then you’re dumb as shit?  granted, it was for god in the first place that my buddy rob and i started our band. i got out my rock n roll by night while i played king of the band nerds in orchestra by day.  the suburb of pasadena was not a hub of counter-culture so a christian band of an asian guy and some white dudes felt about right.  

our set lists included original masterpieces that praised the lord and some covers that were favorites with the church set. it was u2 and the police on our walkmans but they were not godly enough for public consumption. we didn’t have the right hair length or smoldering anger anyway....

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