Tell me a story with a beginning, middle and end?

Question

It can be sad, funny, serious, adventurous or anything. It can be poetic, written in ordinary narrative. It can be true or fictional. It can be from today or years gone by. It be about you or anyone, but please don't speak ill of anyone.

Answer 1

Let me take you on a journey back in time, to a place not so far away and a time not so long ago and tell you about one of my many fantastic childhood memories.

Everyone at my school had one. I had to have one. Why couldn’t I have one? It was so unfair…This was all I could say to my mother but it wasn’t enough, she wouldn’t give in. All I wanted was one. Only one, but still, she wouldn’t give in. Was I asking for too much? One tiny, little, inexpensive yo-yo, I was so frustrated. It was like hell – watching everyone at school playing with their yo-yo’s. There were big ones, small ones, red ones, green ones and even multicoloured ones. I would have done anything for any of them – anything.

The time had finally come (not that I knew at the time of coarse) to get my yo-yo. Of course, going to my aunt and uncles house was a lot more exiting than not doing anything at all, but it still wasn’t great. If I would have had a yo-yo I wouldn’t have had to be there, I could have been out playing with everyone else and there yo-yo’s, but that was a fantasy and I was in reality.

My aunt and uncle took me out to a supermarket as they were buying in that night’s dinner. As we walked around the isles I saw something from the corner of my eye. I walked over to where I had seen it, not paying any attention to anything else going on about me, and was awestruck by what I found. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I stood gazing at the shiny, clear plastic, untouched outer shell of the most wonderful yo-yo I had ever set eyes on. Although that was enough to fall in love with the yo-yo it also came with some special features – Little red and green lights which would twinkle like a Christmas tree and a bright red, perfect sized string which just added to my determination to not let it get out of my sight and take it home.

My aunty and uncle could see in my eyes how much I wanted this yo-yo and how happy it would have made me if they bought it for me. So they bought it for me. I couldn’t believe how easy it was. I was so exited; all I wanted to do was get home and play with my brilliantly fantastic, super yo-yo.

That was it. The break-through I had been waiting for. I was like a member of the royal family, everyone in the playground surrounded me as I played with my yo-yo. As I bounced the yo-yo up and down in a smooth transition the lights would twinkle and I would loose all track of time along with the tens of people, which seemed like thousands, around me. My yo-yo was at least ten times more exiting, more sparkly, more shiny than the second best in the school. I was the envy of every little boy and girl I knew, and some which I didn’t.

Everything was going so well, me and my yo-yo made a perfect relationship – I thought nothing could come between me and my yo-yo, but of course, nothing can last forever. It was another normal yet fantastic day playing with my shiny yo-yo. By now I was getting quite good and decided to try a trick. I decided to try and make it roll across the ground. Tragedy. It was a cringe moment where I wished I hadn’t had been so stupid as to do it in the first place. The yo-yo lay there in pieces, the only thing still working was one, tiny, little light which was flickering and eventually died on me too. This could quite possibly have been the worst day of my life.

For days I sulked and wished I could go back in time and fix the problem. Of course I knew that wasn’t going to happen and tried to perk myself up a little. I didn’t have much success and went back to sulking. After days upon days of my miserable mood something new appeared on the market – Pokemon cards. The yo-yo’s were put in the bottom of everyone’s wardrobes and they were rushing out to buy some pieces of cardboard with a picture printed on it. I did get some, well maybe a couple of hundred and after a while, was happy again.

Another craze had passed and we had all moved on to a new one but I will never forget my fabulous yo-yo that no-one else could match.

Answer 2

the beginning of a sory should be an introduction, like a building up of the situation and the characters, the setting, and other such details. the middle should be the meat of the story where the action happens. this is where u should have your twists and turns and other such things to confuse the reader. also this is where the climax should occur, where the "final battle" or some such thing should happen. the end is where u should resolve the story and bring it to a close. you should resolve the unnswered questions u developed in the rest of your story. however, if u want to leave people hooked and wondering, leave a few things unanswered. thats basically what it means. i had to write a short story recently for school and i did really well ^-^ however, i dont really like writing. 10th grade sucks ><

Answer 3

How about a romance, a couple met but the girls father forbade it because she was wealthy from a private school with great prospects but he was a mere commoner, so they meet in secret, then the girls father says 'great news my love, I have a friend who is dying to meet you', he introduces her to a very rich and quite nice chap but she still loves this other guy only she doesn't want to disappoint her father, so she goes out on a few dates with him, but her lover sees them and thinks she is having an affair, so he goes into a mad rage, he goes to her fathers house and demands to be seen, she goes to him telling him to sshh but he shouts and yells because he's crazy about her and he says 'it's over, I'm gone' and he leaves town going to work and she cannot find him and then she has to go away and so he cannot find her, so after nearly thirty years they finally find each other, and she's been married to this other rich guy and he's now married to some woman so they just meet briefly and then depart, but they are always in love.
Sorry I just made that up, it needs some tweaking though.

Answer 4

I was on the train yesterday going to college. Unfortunately due to bad weather the train stopped mid-journey and we were stuck there for two hours. At first everyone just complained but gradually we realised this wasn't making the situation any better so we started chatting. I ended up talking to the guy opposite me. We had our first date yesterday it was great.

Answer 5

My mother died when I was ten years old leaving me to take care of my younger sister and brother. My Father also assisted me. He was protective, an excellent provider and friend who saw that we always had what we needed.

He insisted that we continue what our mother wanted us to do which was to attend church regularly and get a good education.

I am an adult now with children of my own. I thank God for having him as a part of my life. Although he is now deceased, I still thank him for teaching
me so many things, particularly, how to cook and what to look for when choosing a husband.

How to choose a good husband was my Father's secret, but I will be happy
to share it with you all.

Answer 6

THE STORY OF MY LIFE
In the BEGINNING I was born
then now im in the MIDDLE
at the END I will die all else will live happily ever after!

Answer 7

once upon a time there was a beautiful girl...and a man asked her to marry him, she said no and stayed beautiful, had a clean house, stayed thin and lived a long and happy life and died The End.

Answer 8

Once upon a time there was this man that died. The End

Answer 9

How about life - that's a story in itself with a beginning (birth), middle (growing up) and end (death)?

Answer 10

I remember being told that a good story should contain religion, nobility, romance and mystery.

'My God', said the Duchess, 'who killed my beloved fiancé?' End of story.