This time last week, I was in Salt Lake City attending the SNAP Conference. I enjoy being with “my people” and learning new information about blogging and social media. I had the privilege of helping teach a class on writing and storytelling at the conference with KariAnne from Thistlewood Farms and Vanessa from At the Picket Fence. I came away from my own class with the lesson that even though I am a writer at heart, I also need occasional reminders to, well, write.
So today I thought I’d share Grant’s latest writing project with you. I’m not sure what the assignment was, (I’m not sure Grant was clear on it, either) but he wrote a gripping tale of friendship, the dangers of tackle football, and the crash that inevitably comes after a sugar high. I will definitely ask him about his story, but I need to wait until I can do it with a straight face, as I know this was intended to be a Serious Story. I give you:
The good, the bad, and the something.
So Grant spent a lot of time online, looking for just the right photo for the cover of his story. I have no idea what this lump of goo is, but it looks like it has a face. Um, nightmare alert… that thing is vaguely terrifying. What the heck is it? Anyone?
HH and I have been pretty anti-tackle football, especially after high profile NFL cases involving head injuries and memory loss, as well as watching several of our friends have sons with concussions, etc.
Apparently, Grant has been paying attention. He even invented dangers associated with it, such as the fracture of friendships.
First, this is “AWSOME”! Second, I love that if you think about “…go ahead and reject me!!! Soon you’ll reject rejecting me!!” makes total sense. Even though I think he meant regret, the way he wrote it means Tony can change his mind… reject that decision and come to a new one. I like it, Grant! I’m right there with ya!
Also? I like that Tony the jock has the word Buff in his name. Nice touch. That’s 4th grade character development, right there.
The ending of this story is my very favorite part. In this story, head injuries heal really quickly and cookies solve everything.
I like that in the span of 6 weeks (while John was on his serious strength training workout) Tony has completely forgotten his friend John. Do you see what Grant’s doing here…? A subtle inference that Tony must have really had the crap knocked out of him in order to already be suffering from such acute mental deficiencies and memory loss. “Do I know you…?”
I love that his long term memory saved the day. Without the memory of that toy car, would anyone have gotten John to the hospital? I am going to have to ask him about the quote from The Author. You know, when I can talk to him about it and not still be giggling over my favorite part…
My favorite part? 56 cookies and a nap. The end.
I totally read the “do I know you?” as a derisive nod to the superiority Tony feels for having made the team. Classic forgetting about the little people. This Grant kid is going places, Viv. 😉
Right!?!? That’s totally what he meant by that! 😉
LOL! I think the something is….well…ummm…something. 🙂
Love this story and a great reminder that 56 cookies fix everything. 🙂
Happy day rock star!
karianne
LOL! And what’s with the 56 cookies? How random is that?! 🙂
LOL! And what’s with the 56 cookies? How random is that?! 🙂
I LOVE this story! There are so many favorite parts . . . I like the whispering and the “burning with anger.” There are some elements that are like a Harlequin romance novel. Thank you for the laugh out loud moment!
By the way, did he type it up? Impressive . . . I didn’t learn to type until high school!
Yes! He typed it up himself on his brother’s computer, found the images himself and hit print all by himself. I didn’t know anything about it until I saw it sitting on the table. 🙂
Great storyteller! Just like his mom!!!!
I love it! IMHO, cookies and a nap would fix anything. Add some ice cream and you’re a rock star!
xo
Pat
True!! 🙂
This is great! It’s hysterical. I don’t know where I came across what the something is the first time or why I remember it but the something is a blobfish.
https://www.google.com/#q=blobfish
That is the ugliest thing, ever. In the history of ever.
That is the ugliest thing, ever. In the history of ever.
You must keep this story and share it with him in 15 years. My mom kept a lot of my stories, and I treasure them, and the “morals” in them.
I think the quote from the author at the end is my favorite part.
Definitely! These little nuggets are priceless to a momma. 🙂