When i was young, i wrote some stories but they have no value. But surprisingly my dad kept it. Today is my first time reading them after i wrote them 6 to 7 years back.Here are three stories. Hope you will enjoy.

Story number one:

Once apon a time, there is a cottage were live a man name MR.MEDAL. do you know why his name is MR.MEDAL? Because he always win alot of medals in any contest. One day a man name MR. SHOW OF came to visit MR.MEDAL. MR.SHOW OFF want to race with MR.MEDAL. MR.MEDALS did agree. On tuesday every people was at the racing place. MR.SHOW OF and MR.MEDALS are ready to race. At twelve o’clock, the race start. MR.SHOW OF always fall down because he always go to the bump. But MR. MEDALS never fall down at all. At last MR.MEDALS won a gold medal and MR.SHOW OF was shy and have learn a lesson. MORAL: do not show of

Second story:

In London, there is alot Dragula. One night there is a dragula come to a big bangglo. The dragula so a beautiful young lady in bed. That gragula had falen in love with that beautiful young lady. The dragula went into her room and bit the girl neck. In the morning became a vampire and went to see the maid. The maid was shock and ran to her boss. that his daughter was a vampire. Her father didn’t belive the maid and went to see his daughter and his daughter killed everyone in that house.

Third story:

( father’s picture) This is my dad. He is a guy. He likes golf. He is an old man. He likes golf because he like to beat people. He is cute in shape. He has a pair of beard. And he like to smoke. He also like to were spectecles to find for girl to like him. He is 48 years old now. He has to same face daughters and a difrent look son. He and his wife call themselves mummy and papa. There lives happuly with their doraemon too. They love doraemon very much. Dad has a big family because he is lucky. But he has alot of clever things in his head. But he does not know about his daughter is writeng about him.

* the spelling mistakes are genuine and original.

All these stories were written by me in October 1999. The facts about my father here are untrue. I was just being naughty.