who is good at english ? :' ) [ see the details}?

Question

who is good at english ?? i wana find out...write a short story about 200 words beginning like this...
One evening , as we were about to have our dinner , I heard a knock on the door.............
[it has to be a good and funny paragraph and not like about **** n ***** n *****....]

Answer 1

One evening, as we were about to have our dinner, I heard a knock on the door and stepped up to answer it. I opened the door and alas, in stepped a cheater who was known for using Yahoo Answers to plagarize other people's stories. This unknown entity had stolen one of my written works quite some time ago. I was now face to face with one who had made millions, or quite possibly an A off of my superb story. I was shocked until he admitted that cheating was no longer his forte and then I became astounded. I finally noticed the two uniformed men standing behind him and realized that my little report had done some damage after all. He was now travelling to schools to tell others of how much he gained temporarily from cheating but realized that overall it is a rather stupid process. He was wearing a shirt that said "Don't Cheat Kids". The shirt was red. The deepest hue of red I had ever set my eyes upon was there in front of me, when i work up and saw the red room I had fallen asleep in.

Answer 2

One evening, as we were about to have our dinner, i heard a knock on the door. My father said to me "answer that darn door.. its always being knocked on". I quickly went to answer it, for my father can sometimes be mean to us when we don't obey. When i got to the door, i had forgotten to first check the knot hold in the front.. i opened it, and there stood the tallest man i had ever seen.. looked around quickly to see if anyone was looking, And then asked if he could go inside.. I answered yes, and let him in, and closed the door, then i went quickly for my father and told him about the strange man at our door. He stood up and went to greet this man. While i finished diner. When he came back.. He brought the man, and my father with a smile on his face said - "Family of mine, this man here is my cousin, he is on the basketball team, and he wants to know if he can stay for a few weeks.. I told him it was fine, as long as you, my family, are completly comfortable with it?"
We all answered that it was fine, and my Mother told me to go fix up the guest room, while he eats diner.
I left, and from what i hear in the dining room, The strange man's name was Michael. So while i was doing "Michaels" room. I Though,.. Father told us all that his whole family was dead or moved far away. So I was a little suspicious..
At that time i was only 10, I am now 16 and have learned that, that man that came to our door 6 years ago. Was not My fathers cousin, but instead, our Uncle... My Fathers.. brother. While he thought that all his family was gone, it turns out that one of them was still missing him, and had come back. That was the Best night of my fathers life.. Well one of them the other 3 were the day that Him and my Mother got married, and then the days that we were born.. Me and my brother,.. Michael. Michael was born a few months after my uncle was with us. And we named my brother after Him... So That was that night.. I'll write later.. Byebye. Caroline

Answer 3

One evening, as we were about to have our dinner, I heard a knock on the door. I announced as I stared intently at the blackened pot roast my mom just set out, “I’ll get it!” I bounced through the front room hearing a now more fervent knock. “I’m coming!!” I yelled, but that didn’t seem to make whoever was at the door less restless as they continued knocking.

I opened the door to find out what all the commotion was about when in ran a man and his 8 dogs, almost trampling me, throwing me to my butt with a thump! What is this, WHO is this, I thought?? The man apologized as he helped me to my feet. As I brushed the dirt from my behind, I looked to the dining room where all of my family stood in astonishment at the sight. I gave my brother a wicked look as he stood there with a noodle hanging out his gaping mouth. Humph, brothers!

“Can I help you, sir?” “Yes,” he said, “I’m Heracles and I’ve brought the hellhounds for dinner.” “I think you’re confused,” I laughed, “you were told to come to the afterlife, not after dinner.”

Answer 4

One evening, as we were about to have our dinner. I heard a knock on the door, I went to answer it and when I did I saw a big burning paper bag. I proceeded to stamp it out, then I noticed a foul smell and a strange looking man running away singing about his blue swede shoes. I screamed, is it Elvis?, and then my wife came out the door and said. Elvis is dead, and don't bring that **** in the house. Well a guess, Elvis has left the building. Have a nice day....

Answer 5

FEELS LIKE HEAVEN
One evening, we were about to have dinner, suddenly I heard a knock a door. It was the mailman. He gave me a letter, a letter from the AMERICAN EMBASSY, my husband died last 2 years and i was looking forward to get his pension and could get money. it said in the letter,

Dear Mrs. Smith,
Thank you for your patience! well, you don't have to wait because we received your mail! you can get your husband's pension which is 200,000$ and his savings which is 300,000$!
We will cover up for 10,000$! we are so happy for you! One more thing, you can stay at his house at California, it's all yours!

Truly yours,
American Embassy

i feel i was in heaven that time! i was very, very happy!



actually, if I'm not mistaken your "who is good at English" is absolutely wrong! it's who is good in English! OK!!!!

Answer 6

One evening, as we were about to have our dinner, I heard a knock on the door. My husband, Chris, looked at me and asked, "Who could that be? We aren't expecting company". I reluctantly got up from the table, since we were having my favorite meal, steak and potatoes, and went to the door. I looked through the window and to my surprise, there were two police men outside. I opened the door and said, “Good evening officers. What is your purpose for being here?”. The young, tall officer with piercing blue eyes and bouncy black hair said, “I am Officer Brown and this is Officer Harrison”, pointing to the short, bald man next to him, “Are you Mrs. Hendrickson?”. I was started to get worried about why they would be coming to my house looking for me. What did I do? “Yes, I am Mrs. Hendrickson”. “Well, ma’am, we have to take you in to the police station. We have a warrant for your arrest”.

My arrest? I have had a clean record for 10 years, why would I be arrested? “Exactly what is the purpose for my arrest?”, I asked. My husband was now behind me. “For whatever reason you’re arresting her for, she didn’t do it!”, my husband exclaimed. “Well, “ said Officer Harrison started, “It seems that your wife is a suspect in kidnapping a homeless elf”. I started to laugh. “A homeless elf!!! I’ve never seen an elf in my life, and now you’re saying that I’m a suspect in kidnapping one?”. “Yes, ma’am, that’s correct” Officer Brown said.

So, Officer Brown and Officer Harrison took me to the police station. My fingerprints were taken, and I was questioned for several hours. “Where were you on the date of May 23rd, 2006?” asked Detective Thompson. “I was with all my friends. It was my birthday.” “Can you give me the names of your friends that you were with?”. I gave him the names and nervously watched him right them down one by one. He continued asking question after question until I was about to crumble. “I don’t know why I am here! I didn’t do anything!”. After a few more hours, the detective said I could go home.

When I got home, I was exhausted. I went to bed and all I dreamed of was my arrest and a homeless elf. When I woke up, there was a knock on the door. Startled, I knocked over the lamp. I got up and put on a robe, since whoever was at the door wouldn’t appreciate my being naked, and went to answer the door. It was Officer Brown. “Mrs. Hendrickson, you have been convicted of the kidnapping a homeless elf.” I flipped out. “WHAT!?! This is ridiculous! I didn’t f*cking kidnap a god d*mned homeless elf!!”.

Just then my husband, my family, and my friends all appeared. There were cameras all around. A man came up to me and said, “Kayla, it’s okay!! It’s a joke. You’re on a new reality show called, ‘Got Ya!’. Your husband, friends, and family put you up to it!”. I was so relieved!! That night, my husband didn’t get any action, though. Serves him right.

THE END!!!

I am 17. My story is probably stupid. My "husband" in this story is actually my boyfriend in real life. It's supposed to be set when I'm around 25 or so.

Answer 7

Hard to compete with the stories above; they're all interesting. When you're ready to count the number of words, go here -
http://www.lettercount.com/words.html

Answer 8

I am an English major and I write a humor column for my schools paper hooray

Answer 9

It was my mother, cold and wet from the rain. She said...