I'm trying to write a story without using backspace for anything farther back than a single word and spelling mistakes. Tell me what you think.
Just for the lulz- A short story by me.
There was once a person named Tom. Tom had absolutely no sense whatsoever of what was socially acceptable and what wasn’t. Naturally, this could get him into some very awkward situations. This story depicts his life.
Some might define Tom’s life as pathetic, and that is an adjective that could easily be used. Tom, however, didn’t like to look at it that way. He thought he had it great. But then again, how could he tell?
Oh well, onto his life. His fascinating, awkward life.
One day, Tom was born. Any other day. Well, not any other day, it was the day he was born and this can be a big deal for several people. He was born at a hospital just like every other baby, but unlike every other baby, Tom came out sideways.
It was a truly fascinating birth, almost beginning his life with an awkward birth. He slid on out sideways, flew through the doctor’s hands, and landed on the floor. The doctors were stunned. The mother was confused (for other reasons) and the baby was distraught, as most would be.
Oh, the crying.
That baby cried for four months. The first hour or so, it was normal. Most babies would cry a very large amount if they were dropped on the floor, especially fresh out their mother’s womb. However, this baby would not stop. Then again, this wasn’t most babies.
They got him dried off, cleaned up, nice clothes and all. Again, most would’ve stopped by now. No. Even when his family arrived home with him, the incessant crying not stop! That baby would not even stop to take a breath! It would turn out in later life that Tom had excellent lung capacity, but for the time being, his parents were distraught.
Tom’s early childhood progressed unusually normally, for most people don’t expect children to know what’s socially acceptable and what’s not. Still, his parents couldn’t help but worry a little. Dishes, broken. Carpet, peed upon. Entire pieces of furniture were smashed to bits, somehow. Tom’s parents, Sue and Harry could only hope they had an… active baby.
Believe it or not, Tom never made many friends as a small child. Boys enjoyed is persistent annoying and lighthearted behavior at first, but as they tried to quell his behavior to play in the sandbox or something, Tom would not stop. Most relationships at this age ended in tears, blood, or a strange combination of the two. Oh well. Tom didn’t mind.
