Sillys fake diary entry #10

December 31, 1999

Dear Diary

I don't have much time to write today diary. I am to busy partying. This is new years eve after all. Its also the dawn of a new millennium. One thing I have to say though diary is the who Y2k thing does not scare me, no way.

I spent most of the day preparing for my new years eve bash(The big party). The party has some great food, if you think cookies are a food group. What can I say I like cookies, no I adore cookies. Hey its the holidays so why not spoil myself and my diet. Did I write diet, I am not on a diet diary no not me. I weigh the same now as I did when I graduated college, I swear. I mean I don't swear because I never swear, if that makes any sense. Party on diary and see you in the new year of 2000. Goodnight.

sillys fake diary entry #9

December 30 1999

Dear Diary

As promised dear diary I will update you today on what I did yesterday, so here it goes. Yesterday I was helping the cook, I will call him Mr. S taste test some new years sugar cookies so I needed to get up early so I could start tasting early, we needed to make a lot of cookies.

Did I say we needed to make a lot of cookies. I blew it. Ok diary I lied I was not tasting cookies all day I was making cookies all day because I am to cheap to hire a cook. I know what you are thinking diary, you are rich silly how can you be so cheap, well diary I did not get to be so wealthy by spending all my money and I think hiring someone to make new years sugar cookies is an extravagant waste of money.

Of course my person chef could have made the cookies but, I wanted to let her have the day off; That's the kink of nice guy I am.

Lets talk a little baking now diary. I found an old recipe for the cookies in my great grandmothers cook book years ago. I use powdered sugar for the icing. I carefully write the words happy new year on each cookies with the icing. Those cookies are a hit and you are the only person besides myself who knows that I make them. Everyone else thinks my chef makes them. Good night and sweet dreams diary. See you tomorrow.

Sillys fake diary entry #8

December 29, 2009

Dear Diary

I am tired today because I got up so early so this will be a short entry. Today I got up before the sun did. I was up at 5:00 am, I can't believe I got up that early. It was an amazingly busy day. Well, diary my energy is flagging so off to bed for me. I will tell you about today, tomorrow, ok.

sillys fake diary entry #7

December 28, 1999

Dear Diary

Sorry Diary but, I don't have much time to write I have got to get to bed early because I have a big day tomorrow. First of though I am sorry about the way I wrote to you yesterday dear diary I was angry and I should not have taken it out on you, please forgive me. Its my problem if I don't use anything I buy not yours.

Today I decided to cut loose and stop depriving myself. I should enjoy my wealth so with than in mind I was racing my Ferrari up and down my driveway today at the blistering pace of 20 miles per hour. Sure laugh if you want to but, its the first time I have driven that car since I brought it home three years ago, someday maybe I will even get up to driving the car 30 or 40 miles per hour.

Time for bed diary, goodnight.

Sillys fake diary entry #6

December 27, 2007

Dear Diary

What a wonderful day I had at the villa today. I was so excited to have my Ferrari back. I should have used the car and not let it sit around. Cars they need to be driven, so my mechanic tells me.

I let that thing sit in storage for a year because as you know dear diary I never like to use anything I buy because I might ruin it. But why even buy anything if I am not going to use it. The money would be better off in the bank accumulating interest rather than depreciating because as everyone knows thing get old and loose there value. I get so frustrated and angry at myself about not enjoying my wealth. I deprive myself all the time; like not driving the Ferrari, sleeping on the floor instead of my bed because I am afraid I will wear out my mattress, watch T.V. while sitting on my floor instead of my couch, and on and on you get the idea.

Well I was having a good day until I started writing this diary entry, now I am mad. I am going to the sleeping bag on my floor, good night.

P.S. Hey I do use one thing I bought the sleeping bag, cool. Goodnight. oh and I do watch the T.v.

Sillys fake diary entry #5

December 26, 1999

Dear Diary

Diary what an amazing three days it has been. I've been to my apartment, The silly compound as I wrote yesterday and now I am on my private 747 bound for my villa in Italy to bring in the new millennium. As regards the 747 diary some might say it is an extravagant waste of money, but I say it is a necessity for the 1990's jet setter. Now where was I before I got side tracked, oh yes Italy I am going to my villa for a week to start the new year off right.

It was an exhausting day today I got up at 8:30am and sat around watching Misses silly pack my luggage. And let me tell you it was stressful watching Maria pack my bags. She is a wonderful woman so I have heard but, she just can't be trusted to treat my expensive suits with the respect they deserve. She treats the rest of my clothes even worse. I won't go into how she treats my socks, its just to horrible to talk about. I yelled and I screamed at her and she finally got everything together for me by noon.

Then it was off to lunch at the airport and then I hopped on the plane and here I am now writing this letter over the ocean, although witch ocean I am over I can't tell you, I am no geographer.

Oh yea, I left the lovely misses silly at the silly compound, I don't want her around to spoil my R&R time. Off to bed, goodnight Diary.

Silly Supercoder.

My sweepstakes win over the past few days.

Last night I got an email saying I had won a $25 voucher. The voucher is good for purchases over $25 at the store that I won the voucher from, I think. And then a few days ago I won a dvd of a rolling stone concert. The dvd is called the rolling stones live; interestingly enough. And about a week ago I won my second twitter sweepstakes. The prize is coupons for some crystal lite Popsicles, Yay. December has been a good month for sweepstakes wins, Yay.

Sillys fake diary entry #4

December 25, 1999

Dear Diary

It was a slow day today at the silly compound or Casa silly as I and my friends like to call it. I woke up tired from all the partying last night; my head was pounding. When will I realize I am getting older and can't party hard anymore, probably never.

So as I was saying before I so rudely interrupted myself, is that because I was tired I went down to the guest house with my dog Thomas. Tom and I sat around the pool on chase lounges just staring into the water or looking at the pretty Japanese garden I just had installed down there.

I feel so much guilt about not working all day but, I was so tired and hungover I know I would have never gotten anything done. Sometime you need a little downtime. But with me its always go go go. I guess I need to let my hair down so to speak and relax once in awhile. Sweet dreams dear diary. I am going to bed to try to get some sleep. I am sure I will be up until three watching re-runs of lifestyles of the rich and famous. I love that show.

Silly fake diary entry #3

December 24, 1999

Dear Diary

I went to the the gym today. You know the one I own. As you know diary going to the gym once a week has been a habit of mine since I bought the place last week. A man has to stay in shape to feel good about himself.

One of my favorite things to do at Silly gym is to play some b ball. You know basketball diary. I am unstoppable when I am shooting by myself. I am as good as Steve Nash in that situation. I was hitting trays and driving to the hoop. Ok, so I never actually made it to the hope it was more like the free throw line.

You should have seen some of my dunks; 360's, one handed, reverse dunks. Ok, I lied I never actually dunked but, I think I did touch the net on some of my jumps. I did do a 360 though; I looked more like a ballerina than a basketball player twirling with one foot on the ground because I have like a three inch vertical jump. I love the gym. Good night, Diary

Silly Supercoder

Sillys fake diary entry #3

December 23 1999

Dear Diary

I could not sleep at all last night because I had the heat turned up to high when I went to bed at my usual time of three o'clock in the morning. I know big shock I could not sleep, I have told you before that I only get a few hours of restless sleep each nigh. I just can't shut down and relax because I have so many things to do. There are just to many things to do in the world. Yep.

Well anyway you know my motto dear diary when I have a night where I can't sleep at all, I say to myself hey if I can't sleep why should anyone else in my apartment building. So you can guess what happened next, Yep. I cranked up the volume of my stereo.

The album was my old favorite 14 shades of gray by staind my most favorite album ever. Needless to say my neighbors! did not like what I was doing. There was shouting "Stop that music" and pounding on my door but, I just ignored all that. Hey I don't care if they like me or ignore my when I walk up to my apartment. I don't want to talk to those people anyway. Its getting late diary and its past my bed time it's already 2:30 ha ha, so goodnight and if I don't sleep tight neither will the people in my building, ha.

Silly Fake diary entry #2

December 22 1999

Dear Diary

I have something to confess to you. You know how I like the Austin powers movies because I have told you so many, many times. Well I decided to name my cat after Dr. evil's cat.

So I named my cat Mr. gigglesworth. I did not realize until sometime later that I had heard the name wrong. Dr. evil's cat is called Mr. Bigglesworth but, I can't change the name now, oh well. Its just, its just that all my friends know I named my cat after Dr. evil's and when the come over and I call my cat Mr. gigglesworth they laugh. Oh it is horrible. I guess I should move the couch closer to the t.v. or turn up the volume both things I do not want to do. I am so embarrassed.

Yours truly

Silly Supercoder

Sillys fake diary entries

I have another bad idea. I want to start writing fake diary entries. The posts surprisingly will be called Silly's fake diary entries. How original. Don't waste your time reading these posts. If you want to read a good fake diary read the secret diary of Steve jobs its hilarious.

December 21 1999

Dear diary

Today I spent most of my day watching Austin powers on the huge 13 inch t.v. I have in my living room. I sat on the couch eating chocolate ice cream and snickers bars, my normal food when I watch my favorite movies. I am sure I would be able to see the t.v. if the couch was not 30 feet away from the television but, moving the couch is so much work I figure why bother.

Heck if I move the couch I might break a nail or even worse break a sweat and I just can't let those two things happen. Well dear diary it time to get back to watching the movie.

Silly Supercoder

fiction by silly. The quirky quarterback

Today I am going to write about Chad the quirky quarterback.

Chad had the typical life of a football star, if there is such a thing as a typical life for a football star. He stated playing pee wee football when he was six years old and by the time he was in junior high he was one of the top players on Extra point city's football team. In high school he skipped Junior varsity and went straight to playing Varsity. In high school he started out as a receiver and a corner back until one day coach Highstrong saw chad throwing some footballs before practice. Highstorng asked chad if he wanted to play quarter back and surprise, surprise chad said yes. That was chads sophomore year. By his senior year he was one of the least recruited players in the country. But Extra point state college took a chance and recruited him for their school quarterback position.

Now chad is waiting his turn to be the starting quarterback in college.

Chad would be a great quarterback except for one quirk he has which is that he will not throw to a receiver that is less than thirty yards down field. In other words chad likes to throw the long ball. The End. That was less than great. Oh Well.

Fiction by silly, Hank the Laptop

More horrible fiction from silly today. Here I go.

There once was a computer named hank who always wanted to be frank. Yes that is right folks the computer named hank also wanted to be called by the name frank, Other than that though he was a perfectly normal Laptop computer who disliked being moved around. To bad then that he was owned by Marsha who is a clown.

Marsha takes Hank all over the world, She entertains kings and queens and presidents and prime ministers. So she needed a good laptop computer and she choose hank.

Now a little about Frank, I mean Hank, he is sparkling red and fourteen inches wide by fourteen inches long and is eight inches high when his monitor is open to the viewing position.

One thing about hank is he is an underpowered laptop so he gets envious of the more powerful laptops that he hangs around on his trips abroad with Marsha. Sometime he feels so bad about himself. Ah the life of a computer. The End.

Two wins in the past few days.

I have won two sweepstakes prizes in the past couple of days. I won a mouse pad, skin lotion, and a roll of toilet paper from real simple. The other win is a coupon for a promax bar. December is shaping up to be a good month for me. Yay. I hope I win some more stuff before the year is over.

Wow 500+ posts

Wow I have written over 500 posts. I never thought I would see the day when that happened. My blog is really bad but, at least I can keep posting almost every day and that is something I can take pride in. I can't take pride in my writing though. Here's to another 500 posts hip hip hooray, hip hip hooray.

I will learn php

I know I have said this before but, I want to learn php so a few days ago I started reading practical php programming and this time I mean it when I say I am going to finish the book. It's high time I finish reading a programming book instead of just reading a few chapters and then quitting.

Fiction by silly, The haunted house

In today's fiction by silly post I am writing about The haunted house. Go silly.

The haunted house is a huge 19th century mansion with ivy covering most of the mansions exterior stone walls. It was built for the king of nowhere who once ruled over the little town where the mansion was built. Pete and Dee are the owners of the mansion now.

Pete and Dee had heard story's of the ghosts in the mansion but, never believed them until one night they heard the downstairs windows all open letting in a gust of wind. They ran down the spiral staircase to see what was happening and the moment they got downstairs the windows all slammed shut, there was no one in sight.

They ran frantically up the stairs and locked them selves in their bedroom and tried to forget the whole experience ever happened. They did not sleep a wink of course. The End. That's today's horrible fiction.

Fiction by silly , Trina the house wife

Today fiction by silly post will focus on Trina the house wife. Go Silly.

Its three am and everyone in the house is asleep except Trina. She is tossing and turning thinking about her husband. You see Tank left Trina recently.

Their problems came to a head when one night after dinner while Trina was cleaning the dishes in the sink and putting them on the drying rack after she finished cleaning them. Trina asked her husband Tank if he would dry the dishes with a kitchen towel.

That got Tank upset he started yelling and screaming. "I am not going to help you with the dishes Trina and he stormed out of the house. That was three weeks ago and Trina has not seen Tank since.

Which is why she is up tonight worrying about Tank and her marriage. "What if Tank leaves me with the children" Trina worries". "I don't want to be alone she keeps on thinking, I need tank". The End. That is the fiction by silly post for today.

Fiction by silly, bob the blade of grass

Today in my fiction by silly post I will write about Bob the blade of grass. Go silly go.

Bob the blade of grass was friends with fluffy the poodle until one day bob got mowed over by the lawnmower. Poor bob now his is in the compost pile decomposing along with the rest of the yard waste.

But bob was not always so unfortunate. He once lived in Ted's Back yard law for a year because ted was to lazy to mow any grass. "I will not mow any grass for one year" Ted said. So Ted did not mow his back lawn and bob grew to be over six feet tall.

Those were Bob's glory days. He had sun all day, fluffy to keep him company and when he got to hot there was always a breeze that came along to cool him down.

Then one day Ted decided it was time for him to get some exercise so he got his string trimmer working and started mowing the back lawn. It took Ted about three days until he mowed down bob and threw him into the compost pile. Poor bob. The End. That is today's fiction by silly post.

Fiction by sillly, Sid the shade tree

In today's fiction by silly post I am going to write about Sid the shade tree. Write silly write.

Sid the shade tree is a 150 foot tall oak tree. He is about one hundred years old. Sadly he is dieing now of a fungus from being in the shade of a house for most of the one hundred years of his life.

Sid was planted in the 1850's to provide shade for the owners of the farm he lives on. When he was a seedling there was nothing but open open field around him but, a house was built twenty feet from him in the 1860's precipitating the fungus problem.

Sid's not bitter about his misfortune though. He is glad he was able to shade the occupants of that house for generations, it gives him a sense of accomplishment. As Sid says himself "A tree cant live forever. That's today's fiction. The End.

Fiction by silly, Teddy the teddybear

Today's focus in my fiction by silly post is Teddy the teddy bear. Time to start writing.

Teddy is a teddy bear with short brown fake fur, a light brown circular patch of light brown fake fur on his stomach and the front of his arms and legs. He has red lips, a black button nose, and intense brown eyes.

Teddy and his owner Kyle are great buddies. They sing and play cards and tell jokes to each other. They always have a great time together.

I should say in the past the were friends because now Teddy sits in a box in the attic. You see Kyle is twenty years old and he moved out of his parents house when he was eighteen years old leaving teddy behind.

Poor teddy he was distraught when at ten years old kyle did not want to be his friend anymore. Kyle had discovered video games and moves and teddy was no longer entertaining to him. But teddy survives in his box in the attic. Its a peaceful and lonely existence. The End. That's all for today's fiction by silly post.

Fiction by silly, Tiny the red brick

Today fiction by silly focus on Tiny the red brick. Go Silly.

As a brick I am under a lot of stress. I have to hold up the bricks above me so the chimney that I belong to does not collapse.

Originally I came from the Old mansion on 4th and 35th street in uptown Broken. It was a grand old mansion with chandeliers made of gold, it was just fancy, I don't know any other way to say it. The mansion was torn down twenty years ago to make room for a parking lot for the new Brakes department store. How sad but, those things happen.

The company that tore down the house salvaged as much of the mansion as they could and threw the rest into the city dump, so I hear from the people who drop by my new house. I was one of the salvageable items so I am not in the dump.

Cindy and Met were remodeling their house and being cheap they asked the crew taking apart the mansion if the could use the bricks. That's how I got here.

A typical day for a brick like myself involves a lot of sitting around. You could say I am trapped ha ha. I spend a lot of time talking to Mindy the owners dog. She is a dash hound. She is very nice. My time is up. The End. Fiction by silly is done for today.

fiction by silly. Dork the doormat

For today's fiction by silly post I am writing about a doormat. Go silly go.

Dork the doormat was from a store in downtown Doormatville. He has been lying at the front door of the Neptunes for ten years without a scratch, tear, or hole to show for it because he is made of one inch thick rubber.

The Neptunes purchased Dork because their old doormat was showing signs of sever wear and tear, he had a huge hole and tear that could no longer could be ignored. Their old doormat also had a horrible attitude. He was rude and well just downright mean to everyone who entered the house. He would yell and scream and tell everyone he disliked them. So he had to got to the recycle bin. The Neptunes needles to say were happy to see him go.

Dork was just the opposite of the old doormat he made conversation and friends with everyone including the next door neighbors dog Henry. And let me tell you henry was hard to get along with he growled and barked at everyone but, he was always glad to see dork. The End. Well that is the end of today fiction by silly post.

fiction by silly, Jerry the Golf ball

In today's fiction by silly post I am writing about Jerry the golf ball. You go silly.

Hi I am Jerry and I am a golf ball. I am no longer an active golf ball which means I am no longer being used to play golf. I am in a golf ball retirement home which is a polite way of saying I am in the back of someones closet in a shoe box. Its a lonely existence but, I am no longer being hit with a club every day so its all good.

My active live was only about three months which is extraordinarily long for golf balls. My golfer was cheap so he used me until I was all used up. He played golf everyday of those three months at Ice kingdom in Poppy city. Poppy city is in the state of Flower in case you were wondering. Moving on, being a golf ball and being an active golf ball its, well, how should I put this, not something or a place you want to be. It hurts getting hit with a golf club. But I don't have to go through that anymore. I am free to live in this shoe box forever. How great.

That silly's fiction post for today, how terrible, oh well.

fiction by silly, The diary of a shoe

In today's fiction by silly post I am going to write about a shoe. Go silly go.

People think it is easy being a shoe. I can tell you from experience it's not. Let me introduce my self I am Sammy shoe. A work boot is the type of shoe I am. My brand is Strong As Steel. I came for strong as steel's original factor in downtown horseshoe. I am top of the line so I am very expensive, $300 expensive to be precise.

I was purchased by a woman name Nadine Thomas who work's construction here in horseshoe. She is thirty years old and is single. Enough about her this diary is about me the shoe remember.

I get no respect I can't even tell my story in my own diary. To bad I guess. I am tired of being taken for granted. Oh he is just a shoe, he should never have a bad day, he should always be happy. Well shoes are not always happy. My job it tough I have to support the weight of a 130 pound construction worker all day. That is hard. She never takes care of me I don't even get a spot to live in the house, I am left to sit out side all night and freeze. My time is up this is Sammy signing off.

So ends another fiction by silly post. Wow that was bad.

fiction by silly. The bar of chocolate

In today's fiction by silly post I will talk about the life of The bar of Chocolate. Go silly, go. I'll write this story from the end to the beginning.

"Oh no I am being eaten" said The bar of Chocolate. Cindy Mindy had just put the chocolate in her mouth. She picked up the chocolate for the counter of the self check out line at the store. Cindy had just finished shopping and was now ready to pay for her groceries. Cindy parked her car in front of the store and was now getting out of her car.

The bar of chocolate was sitting on the store shelves where it has been for the past few days. The chocolate delivery truck just delivered to Harry's hardware.

The choc late has just come off the assembly line. The chocolate is going through the assembly line. The cocoa is being pored into the hopper in preparation for some chocolate making at Lass's chocolate factory in downtown Cleveland. Today story tells about The chocolate bar.

That was a horrible post and so ends another fiction by silly story.

fiction by silly, Rex Run the race car driver

Today fiction by silly post will focus on a race car drive Rex Run. He is a race car driver but, not the NASCAR type of race car driver. Rex drove remote control race cars.

Ten years ago Rex got his first remote control car. It was pure joy once he took the ready to run car out of its box and put the rechargeable 7 volt battery pack in the car. He had to put batteries in the transmitter also. He spent those magical first few days racing the car around his garage and driveway. Sometime he would chase his cat Rocket with his new car.

The car model was a RunRun. It looked like a dune buggy but, was smaller than a real dune buggy of course. It has thin road tires on the front and wide dirt racing tires on the back. As far as speed goes it could reach ten miles an hour on the strait away after Rex installed the big engine.

Rex eventually built a track outside of his house where he practiced day and night on the pavement to perfect the skill that would one day lead to him wining the Racer Of The year title for the state of Racer.

Rex's rise to the top was meteoric. One week he was racing at home the next he was racing at the local track. Then six months later he had won The Racer Of the Year title. Sadly Rex retired shortly after his title to pursue his other hobbies which include painting, computer programming, jogging, stand up comedy, and knitting. Rex what an interesting person.

So ends another fiction by silly post. My stories are horrible but I am having fun writing stories in ten minutes plus five for editing. Whew.

I have two wins to report

On November thirtieth after I finished writing my sweepstakes wins of November post I went to go read my emails and saw a winning notification. I won another book. It's called The red door. I can't wait to read it. I love reading so it is always nice to win books.

Then on December third I got an email saying I won a pair of lee jeans. Yay. Now I have a pair of pants for the shirts I won last year. I hope I get many sweepstakes prizes this month. I need to beat last years win total and I am way behind. I have a lot of catching up to do.

fiction by silly, The car

In today's fiction by silly post I will try to describe a car. Go silly go vrooom.

The tires are sports tires so they don't have much sidewall and are wide. The rims are ordinary looking and are covered in chrome.

The car body is low to the ground, ten feet long and four feet wide, it look like a 1970's ford grand torino but, its not. The body is painted dark purple which really looks great with chrome wheels.

The interior. The bucket seats are covered in fake fur. The fur is white with streaks of black similar in look to a white tiger. The dash board is covered in black leather. The dash has a speedometer, tachometer, oil pressure gauge and some warning lights in case something goes wrong with the engine or brakes.

Lastly comes the engine. It is 427 horse power with 500 pound feet of torque. One interesting thing about the engine is that it runs on diesel. That old engine make the car get up to sixty miles per hour in 7.0 seconds no bad for a twenty year old classic car. Oh yes the car is a 1989 silly mobile. 100 were made. What a classic.

Today fiction by silly post is done.

fiction by silly, The couch

Fiction by silly. Today I will try to describe a couch just using my words.

The Couch has two seats that are over stuffed with cotton for cushioning, It's five feet long, was purchased from a high class furniture shop in upstate Couchville. It is four feet high at the back and two and a half feet high at the cushions.

The couch is covered in black leather from the hide of a cow. It's decorated with copper in the shape of a candy cane on the from of the arm rests. The arm rests are one foot above the cushions of the couch.

The Black leather couch is five years old so it is slightly worn on the front of the arm rests but other than that slight amount of wear it is in good shape. And that is the Couch. This post was not good, oops.

fiction by silly. Sock puppet theater

In today's fiction by silly post I will write a story about sock puppet theater. I am not writing the story from the end to the beginning today. Go silly.

Sock puppet theater was created by Silly(no relation) in the year 1970 in the town of puppet. Silly was the one and only performer for the theater until he married Milly.

Sock puppet theater played all if its performances in an open field behind Sam the Dudes house. Sam was the richest man in the town of puppet. The theater did three shows a week on holidays and one show a week during the rest of the year.

The theater behind Sam's house was nothing more than an open field as I said before, with a curtain covered table. Silly and eventually Milly could hide behind the table to do their sock puppet thing.

Oh the theater did not make any money but, silly did not care because he was doing what he loved performing in front of a live audience with his sock puppets. The audience was full of puppets by the way because puppet had a large population of puppets.

Eventually Silly and Milly bought a dude ranch and retired from performing with their sock puppets. They lived happily ever after. The end.

fiction by silly. Ted the poker playing hamster

Today fiction is about a poker playing hamster named Ted. Silly go. Today I will try to wrte this story from the end to the beginning.

Silly's done good night. "I am so glad to have won the hamster poker tournament" said ted. Ted is at the final table with all aces. After winning seven straight games of poker ted is almost a champion.

Ted is playing at the poker tournament tonight in front of a large crowd at the Las Vegas Times hotel and casino. The hamster has just flown in from his home in Alaska.

Ted has just finished practicing his poker. Now it is time for ted to play some poker after running on his wheel all day.

Ted the hamster was brought home today by his owner Patricia. Patricia bought ted for fifty dollars and is now ready to take ted home.

Patricia is driving in her red car to the pet store because she has decided to by a hamster.

There is a poker playing hamper named ted an I want to Tell his story.

Ok so it was not good but, I want to keep writing story's backward because it is fun. And who knows some day I could get good at writing that way. Ok probably not.

ficton by silly. Getty the grape vine

Today what no one has been waiting for more fiction by silly. I have got ten minutes to write a story and five minutes to edit it. Fifteen minutes total. Time to start writing.

Getty the grape vine started life as a grape at a seed company. He was three years old when he was dug up and sent, bare root to Simone's farm to be planted as a replacement for a grape that had died from a fungus.

"It's been a wonderful fifty years on the farm" Getty told me in an interview for gone grape monthly magazine. Here is part of our interview: How old are you Getty? "I'am sixty years old in November Getty said.

What is the worst winter you can remember out here on the farm? "It would have to be the winter of 1965. There was a blizzard and five feet of snow. I thought I would be killed off by all the cold weather but, somehow I made it out of that winter alive.

And my final question to you Getty is. What is your favorite food? "Well mister interviewer that would have to be cow manure with some bat guano. It really makes me groww, you should she how green my leaves are after I eat that.

Well that is all the time we have for are interview. Thank you for your time Getty. It was nothing mister interviewer Getty said.

Another masterpiece of fiction by yours truly silly supercoder. Ok so it was not a master piece but I wrote the story fast.