Extremely long stories!!!!

Question

Write EXTREMELY long stories. There will be no maximums, the longer the bettter.This challenge will be over after about 3 weeks. Good luck!

Answer 1

The Storage Room

 

Why was life so boring when my sister was alive. I mean, Its was always about the boring usual. Now that I think about it, I pity her now that shes dead. Here was her story:

Its was the most exciting day of my life. Something was going to happen today that would change my life forever. Forever I waited for this day. It was the day I would be getting babtised. It was with this man named Chever Omark. He was very unusal. I was very catious about everything. I mean, He had a gray shirt that had a drunk stay on it the day I met him. I would never go talking to him again, after the batisim. But I dought he would do anything. I was dressed in a beautiful gown. My sister was in a t- shirt, but that was her best style she told me. I suggested she should wear something nicer since were praising the lord today but she resisted.

For a little flash back, My sister was eight years old. She was a very unusual child, alot like our father. She would never wear something nice.

Back to the story. When we got down to the guys old shead, I saw something. I couldnt quite devine it but I think the lord was giving me a singnal to leave. I let that out of my mind though cause my parents would think Im crazy.

Well my sister insisted of going first so I gave up and let her. For some weird reason, My fist was tight and I had an erge to go and grab my sister and run to the car, but I held my erge.

The guy silently dipped her in the bucket, but he held her in there for a long time. Suddenly my parents and I knew she was dead. He let go and I ran to the car. But as I did that, I saw a gun in his garage. I quickly grabbed the gun and I shot the man, Chever Omark.

My parents and I didnt hold a ceremony with alot of people. It was a silent ceremony. We were in a depression for a really long time.

That was her story. If only I would have stopped her. Well minuets after telling the story of Marie Aldashio, I went to the lake. But suddenly, I saw something that looked like a body. Well I got the body out and it was Marie. She started to coff and I jumped.

"Your alive???" I said with complete shock.

"God spared me. And I saw him. I saw his castle and his children." She said catching her breath. She stood up and grabbed my hands. I was crying alot at that time. But I knew my sister wasnt lying. And my family and I were not in our depression

Comments

I'll seperate this in two parts:
1.The story was a little bit blurry. I did not understand it quite well. 2.Spelling: The rest is ok, but some other words you spelled it wrong.
Please take it as a friendly nudge to the right path. :)

Answer 2

HUMOR:  OBSERVATIONS FROM A BORED HOUSEHOLD

 It is very difficult for me to just throw something away. If I took the time to analyze my behavior, I could probably come up with some sort of explanation tied to my childhood experiences. (My mother knew more ways to use day-old bread than there were meals in a week. Apparently that gene gets passed along from mother to daughter.)

I have a collection of plastic bowls that would make my mother proud. Small oleo tubs work just fine to store paper clips and rubber bands, and they fit nicely in my computer desk drawers. There are bigger ones to be used for leftover stew, little ones to store that last dab of mashed potatoes, and large ice cream containers for storing everything from walnuts, to birdseed, to skeins of embroidery thread.

I know . . . everyone saves plastic bowls. But I have a special system for stacking the different sizes on a designated shelf, with the appropriate lids filed upright - from the smallest to the largest - in an old dish drying rack. Nothing is more frustrating than finding just the right size bowl and discovering that there is not a single lid that fits!

If certain foods don't fit easily into one of my collection of bowls, then I have a stack of reusable plastic bags that I am sure will work. Why spend all that money to buy  those little bags that close with a zip touch and throw them away after just one use? They wash up easily, and the other day I even saw a cute little drying rack at the dollar store where you can hang the bags on gaily-colored wooden tulips until the moisture inside evaporates. (Sure wish I'd invented that one!)

All sorts of places send me things in the mail that I cannot bear to throw away, even if I didn't order them. You wouldn't believe how many cute little address labels I have! Of course, I don't feel right about using them unless I send in a small donation to the charity in question, an act which usually results in more address labels. I now have a lifetime supply of free labels. Knowing my aversion to waste, I probably will never sell this house. I would be stuck with a bunch of labels decorated with kittens, flags, and Christmas trees that I would no longer be able to use. Even thoughts of eternal northeast winters cannot override my need to save what I might someday be able to use, as long as I overcome that idea of moving south.

 All this really just scratches the surface of my collections. My attic is full of boxes of every size, shape, and color. Once again, they are all neatly stacked by type. You just never know when you are going to need to mail something. Some of my favorites - the decorated ones - have been up there for years. It's hard to give them away to just anyone, you understand.

Some items have a shorter "shelf life" than others. I do manage to recycle plain glass jars and empty cereal boxes without too much rationalization. Every few weeks I can bring myself to throw out old magazines (or give them to my manicurist for her waiting area). And the other day I found myself sorting out some old costume jewelry that had seen better days, so maybe there is hope for me yet. Except that I ended up putting it all in the attic.

Answer 3

I wanted to share a story and get your feedback and this was the challenge it fit into. I know it's quite long and I hope it's interesting enough for you to read. I'm interested in what you think about the whole story, but especially about the ending. 

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I am alone.

Ever since I started my little experiment, I've been growing further and further apart from other people, changing to the point where I was no longer... human.

I've never had the need to ask myself what it is that makes us human. Is it our body? Our mind? Our personality? Our environment? Our culture? Our DNA?

If it is all of those things then I am human by at least one account. I'm not quite sure about the rest. Except for my body. That, by now, is nearly 100% machine.

 

I started out by testing one of the virtual reality modules that I helped create. Instead of a more traditional helmet or goggles, we were creating a whole new concept, one that would change humanity.

At the time i had no clue how deep the change would be. That is, if I ever decide to publish my research. Maybe I'll leave them as my legacy. Yeah, that's what I'll do, I'll diligently keep notes about my progress, but I'll hide them for as long as I'm alive. That way I'll keep them off my case and they can find them only when I die.

When I die. I've been thinking a lot about dying lately. What does it take for someone like me to die? Empty batteries? Mechanical failure? Or will my brain outlive all that? Perhaps it will be my brain that shuts off first. Yes, i still have a brain. It's immersed in a fluid rich in nutrients and electrolytes. In addition, the fluid also doubles as a shock absorber, protecting the precious organ. My skull is replaced by a box made of an inert polymer and sealed tightly to prevent infection. The only thing that can pass through the box are wires that connect it to the sensors and mechanics and a special tube with a built-in sterile filter through which i inject a new dose of fluid each month.

The brain is the only organ that we have not been able to properly substitute. And it was the only one I considered crucial to the survival of Me.

My voice is synthetic, but incredibly realistic. I borrowed the algorithm that was used in our VR module. I can easily change it whenever I please, sounding like a woman or a child.

My eyes are replaced by two cameras, which allow me to see UV and near infrared light, as well as the visible spectrum. I'm now working on expanding my field of view into the far infrared, which will allow me to both see with no light source and get a more clear picture of the world.

At first i was going to use a single camera and radar technology and combine them into a 3D image. I thought I was adding new features, improving myself. What I quickly learned was that overcomplicating was, well, making things too complicated. My brain wasn't used to getting such information and I would have to learn how to use it. Since I didn't really see any benefit in it, I opted for a simpler solution with two cameras, giving me the same feed my eyes would.

I receive sound through three microphones. That, too, took time to learn how to use, but it was worth it. I can now pinpoint the origin of a sound better than any human.

My sense of touch was previously enabled by pressure sensors strategically placed in critical areas. However, recently I've all but abandoned them, because there are very few things I have a need to physically hold.

I used to have a pair of robotic legs, which I found too slow. Then I made a vehicle, which was much faster, but confined me within the limits created by simple obstacles, like stairs. I was troubled by that until I realized that there was no real need for me to move anywhere. I can do all my research from here.

At that point I still had all my internal organs. They were keeping my phisical body alive. I found a reliable food delivery service and never left the lab. It was only after I managed to perfect my hew brain housing that I completely abandoned the concept of a body.

I used to type my notes, but now I just dictate them. Our voice recognition software is very advanced and I hardly even need to make corrections, which I can also do using voice commands.

I'm working on a way to translate the neural impulses directly into text instead of speech, but I am still far from the efficiency I need. Before I start using it, I need to make sure it's not slowing me down.

 

I still have needs. Hunger, thirst, sexual urges. Even the need to take a breath. They serve me no purpose now, so I've been ignoring them, but they are distracting.  That's why I've devised a way to get rid of them. I've made a small device whose purpose is to respond to those impulses and stimulate the reward parts of my brain. That way any time I'm hungry, my brain will get its satisfaction and think its need was met. Clever, right?

I'm about to install the device now.

 

That's better. It feels nice actually. Now I can get back to work.

 

The plan backfired. I am now hungrier than ever. And I feel like I'm choking. I'm turning it off.

 

It won't stop. It won't WATER I need  HUNGRY

Needle. Yes. Inject the fluid. Help. Ah. Better.

MORE. Again. Yes. The box where is the device

 

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Comments

hmm.. This is a very interesting story, Spots. I'm not sure I understand the end. I have an idea, but I'm not sure that it is what really (or what you meant) happened. I did like it, though. It kept me interested right until the end.

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I initially intended to just write the whole story in the same documentary way. Then I thought it would be more interesting with a more active ending. But it just didn't sit right with me. In this ending, he was trying to fix a problem and it went wrong. In my mind he ended up putting the device back in and just "sitting" there, happy, in an endless loop of his brain sending out signals that would trigger the reward. It's hard to portray that through someone's journal, especially one that was being automatically transcribed from his speech.
What I really want to know is, do you think the story would be better with a different ending?

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I really don't know. I think this ending works, but considering I haven't read any alternates, I'm really not sure if it would work better with a different ending.

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Ok, thanks for reading and for the comments. :)

Answer 4

Sorry I have deleted my story as I intended it for another purpose, great idea for a challenge though.