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And Dodgeball Was the Best Part - Steven

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And Dodgeball Was the Best Part - Steven

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STORY LINK:
And Dodgeball Was The Best Part...By Steven Chirico (shorthandstories.com)

ANIMATIC:
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1hcSQt88g0PeMcqyuYngRwv6Y1pqekpFI/view?usp=sharing

My story is about a teenage boy, Chris, who comes to terms with being gay. He meets a guy, Ben, who he is comfortable with and that allows him to gradually admit to himself that he is gay. They two boys go to Catholic school, and their relationship is discovered. They are made to admit or deny that they are gay. Chris is not quite ready to be public about his sexuality, so he lies. This really hurts Ben who is not afraid to be himself. Eventually Chris gets the courage to admit he is gay, even though it means he is expelled from school.

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"You get out of life what you put into it."

That was something my father, Peter Mangano, said a thousand times that immediately made my eyes roll. My older brother Denny and I would be half-ass weeding the flower bed in our front yard, complaining the whole time. My father would lecture about fresh air, and a job well done and who knows what else. He'd end it with, "Men, you get out of life what you put into it."

"Bullshit," I mumbled to my brother as our dad walked off. I knew it didn't matter what you did. You were either lucky, like my brother Denny, or you were... me.

The summer of 1982 had come to an end. Labor Day was celebrated and put to bed as we looked to a new school year. Denny was a senior at St. Andrew's Boy's Preparatory School, an all-boys Catholic school. I also went there, and was about to start my junior year. Denny breezed. That was the only way you could describe him. Ever smiling, rarely concerned beyond what he was doing Friday night, he managed a low-A average with minimal book time and was what our mother called "naturally athletic." I can't say if he had close friends, only that he was always surrounded by people. His girlfriend, Betty Campbell, was funny and beautiful, a junior at the local public high school. She was enormously empathetic for someone with only seventeen years of life experience. So, yeah, I'd say Denny was one of the lucky ones.

My life's goal at the time was to fly under the radar. Go to school, pass my classes, have a place to sit at lunch, and return home without any bodily injury. Stealth. Invisible. In other words, blend the hell in. Not always easy at a school where a relatively small number of students treated other students they deemed as lesser like cat toys, to be batted about on a whim. The rest of us watched, not daring to get involved lest we become a cat toy. I had survived two years and hoped to continue on that path.

I woke up late the first day of my junior year, and rushed to shower, dress in my embarrassing dress slacks, tie and loafers, and scrambled down to the kitchen to choke down some breakfast. Denny and Betty were at the table looking at the comic section of the newspaper while my mom frantically ran around preparing an enormous breakfast.

"Good morning, Chris," Betty said to me, with a smile you just felt in your chest. I smiled at her. Denny and I mutually ignored each other, though more out of habit than choice.

"Hi sweetheart, breakfast is almost ready," said my mom, Caroline, as she flitted back and forth between the counter and stove and fridge.

My mom insisted we have what was probably a four-thousand calorie breakfast our first day of school, despite the fact we would be eating lunch at the ridiculous hour of eleven a.m.. I guess she expected that breakfast to carry us through the school year, because the first day of school was the only time my mother got up before nine. The rest of the year was pop tarts or, if we were lucky, cold pizza.

"Hey, Betty," I said as I walked over to the table. "Today your first day, too?" She reached over and fixed my always-crooked tie, "Yes, but Juniors don't have to get there until noon so it's still summer for me." Denny glanced at us, then back to his paper. 1 of 22 "Oh, that's really great!" I said with unwarranted enthusiasm, my voice an octave higher than normal. My mom stopped scurrying and looked at me. Denny stopped reading "Peanuts" and looked at me. My face warmed and I assumed turned crimson. I tried to deflect. "Warm today," I reported. Mom went back to banging pots and Denny returned to the paper. Betty smiled and winked at me. "I'm kind of excited," she offered. If possible, my face reddened even more. Mom finished preparing her feast for ten. "Sit down, we're ready to eat!" Mom cried. I sat and looked at the pattern on the plastic place mat as if I was studying a road map. My mom served us each a heaping plate of eggs, pancakes, bacon and toast. The sweet, greasy smells did not help my fluttery stomach, but all I said was, "Thanks, Mom." My mother leaned in close to my ear and in a volume she felt was a whisper said to me, "Remember, Betty is Denny's girl." Both Denny and Betty laughed and my face once again turned red.

St. Andrew's was a massive building, taking up the full block from street to street. I took the cement steps two by two, dodging slower boys, and pushed through the enormous front doorway. I walked down the crowded hallway, looking at my paper schedule for my locker location. The students were loud and rowdy, running, clapping friends on the back, slamming metal locker doors. First day excitement/anxiety was palpable. I would bet good money this din would soon be squelched by an angry man in a collar, but for now it was a free for all.

I felt a hand squeeze my shoulder from behind. "Ready for another year of bullshit?" My best friend J.R. Moran.

"That would make a great headline for the school paper," I said. Just then Denny stormed by, slamming my shoulder as he passed. He turned and leaned into me. "Dude, Betty is my girlfriend, try to remember that," he grunted through clenched teeth. I felt hot spittle on my own lips and forced myself not to react. "I know," I stammered weakly as Denny walked off.

"Are you okay? What was that about? " J.R. asked. "I'll live, my family thinks I have a crush on Betty," I answered, rubbing my sore shoulder. J.R. laughed, "No one ever said your family was smart! Come on. Find your locker later, we're going to be late for home room."

Lunchtime came quickly. I met up with J.R. and we grabbed two seats at the end of a table filled with members of the hand ball team. I guess that made them athletes. A tall student I had never seen before seemed to be eyeing one of the seats, but we beat him. I felt bad for him, he'd probably have to stand the whole lunch period holding his food tray, or more likely ditch his uneaten food and kill time in the bathroom until the bell rang. His hair was dark, almost black and a lock of it hung over his left eye. He kept giving his head a shake to move it, but it kept falling back.

"What are you looking at?" J.R. asked, straining toward the direction I was looking in.

"Nothing," I said.

J.R. and I chatted about the classes we were assigned, which teachers we got, which classes were a blow off and which ones would be a ton of work. I was still full from breakfast, so I just ate a Charleston Chew. Lunch hour (which was 40 minutes, but we still called it lunch hour) was bad, but nothing like what was to follow - the dreaded fifth period gym class. Only twice a week, but it was a double period horror show.

The metal bell rang out, signaling the six minutes of furious scrambling to get to the next classroom before the second bell sounded.

The school was huge, longer than a football field and two stories high. Changing classes was more a miniature survival test, as anyone entering a class after the second bell immediately earned a detention. The fact that running was not allowed, even a brisk walk could get your ear pulled by a teacher, made the whole thing seem like a sick gladiator game. The school was not only large, it was old. It had been founded almost about fifty years prior. There were renovations and additions added over the decades. Depending where you were in the building, the floors varied from carpet to marble to creaking wooden planks. The gymnasium and locker rooms were part of the original structure, and had a hand made look to them. I personally refused to sit on the creaky wooden bleachers higher than the second row. We got caught up in the throng of rambunctious boys flowing through the double doors leading to the locker room, which was under the gym itself. The smell of stale sweat permeated the entire school, but was particularly strong in the locker room.

We quickly changed into our gym uniforms, a white t-shirt with the school logo and red shorts. Most of us undid our ties just enough to slip over our heads as we undressed. No need in totally re-tying the tie after class. The result was the knot became smaller and smaller every time we slipped it back on and shimmied the knot to the collar.

During the exam, the classroom was so quiet you could hear the scratching of the number-two pencils filling in the ovals on the Scantron forms. My stomach was knotted and I was overly conscious of my heart beat. I read the first test question five times. Although calculus was one of my best subjects I could not grasp the problem to be solved. My answer sheet was empty.

I sat up straight, shook my head as if I could physically clear my thinking, and reread problem once again. Just as the question started to make sense, a student stuck his head in the classroom door and signaled to get Brother Harris' attention.

"Christopher Mangano is wanted in the Dean's office," he said, then was gone.

High school boys are basically toddlers with zits, and class burst out out in unison, "Oooooh..."

"Alright children, knock it off before I fail you all!" Shouted Brother Harris. "Mangano?" I looked over to my teacher and he signaled with a head flick I should go. I started to gather my things. "Just go, I'll hold your books," said Harris.

I got up and started my walk to Brother Brunel's office. Was Ben on his way as well?

Brunel excused me from classes the rest of the day. I was sentenced to two weeks of painting after school, but I was allowed to stay.

My parents were upset, but also relieved. The drive home was awkward and silent. I think they wanted to leave it as is, afraid questions or further conversation might reveal more than they wanted to know. For now we would eat a quiet dinner and I would return to school the next day.

Ben was expelled immediately.

Thankfully, there was not too much blowback from the nightmare. A couple of hushed, "Fag" and the occasional "Mrs. Mangano" as I navigated the crowded hallways. Not much more that I got before this whole thing came about.

J.R. as always stuck by my side. He did not press me for information, and deep down I knew he knew. Best friends don't have to say everything out loud, and that was a huge unspoken comfort. But as is often the case with Catholic families, we ignored what was difficult and forged ahead.

J.R. began dating a sophomore at St Claire's girls school named Erin. Thankfully she was cool, and we got on well, as I played fifth wheel on many of their dates.

Things shifted back to more or less normal, though it hurt to think of Ben and the disappointment on his face when I denied who I was. Because basically, that is what I did. I lied to my parents and to everyone in that room that day to save my own neck. I didn't think about how that would hurt Ben, I just wanted to get out of that office that day.

Denny and I were never close, and he basically ignored the whole thing.

One night soon after the whole incident, Betty was over for dinner. Of course nothing was said aloud, but while Betty and I were doing dishes - she washed, I dried - she stopped what she was doing and without a word hugged me tightly, her wet soapy hands leaving prints on my
T-shirt. Took a lot of energy for me not to burst into tears. Then she went back to washing.

Over the next few months, I learned lying to yourself is hard work, not to mention fucking up your sleep. But I told myself life had to go on, and ignored truth as best I could.

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And Dodgeball Was The Best Part...By Steven Chirico

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"You get out of life what you put into it." That was something my father, Peter Mangano, said a thousand times that immediately made my eyes roll. My older brother Denny and I would be half-ass weeding the flower bed in our front yard, complaining the whole time.

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STORY LINK: Final Project (shorthandstories.com)

Age 18, beginning of senior year in high school.

Charles Fitzpatrick AKA "Fitzy" was preparing to enter his senior year of high school, determined to make it his best year yet. He had always been a social outcast but was ready to make everything change, and this was the perfect year to grow out of his shell.

What could possibly go wrong?

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Fitzy enjoyed many things in his free time and thought that his extracurriculars would help him make friends.

He played football on the varsity team for his high school and was proud of his accomplishments on the team. Although he was trying to be outgoing, most of his teammates never included him and often left Fitzy alone and feeling abandoned.

Fitzy was determined and had involved himself in wrestling as well as R.O.T.C. but even after three straight years he still felt like he was on the outside looking in and not involved with a friend group. "I just want to be accepted into a family away from home. why is it so difficult to find my place?".

Just as things started to click with his social skills and he was gaining friends, he entered spring break feeling good about his confidence. Then, the unthinkable happened. A worldwide pandemic killing thousands broke the world and quarantines were initialized. Fitzy lost his senior year and grew distant from those he was barely starting to connect with. "I just don't want my family to get sick. I feel so lucky to have my mom ok after she got over the virus. I just want us to be safe." He realized he would need to fully restart his efforts and moved on to start his college career.

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Fitzy enjoyed many things in his free time and thought that his extracurriculars would help him make friends. He played football on the varsity team for his high school and was proud of his accomplishments on the team. Although he was trying to be outgoing, most of his teammates never included him and often left Fitzy alone and feeling abandoned.

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The Adventures of Willie, Graci and the Mighty Moose - Heidi

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The Adventures of Willie, Graci and the Mighty Moose - Heidi

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STORY LINK: Swimming (shorthandstories.com)

This is a children’s book

a. 3 rescue dogs want to go outside and play on a beautiful day

b. Willie and Mighty Moose convince Graci that it’ll be okay by the pool even though she is hesitant as she knows she can’t swim.  Graci does not standup for herself and things quickly go wrong.

c. Mrs. Pea rescues Graci and reminds the 3 pups why following rules is important especially around pools

d. (there’s a message there for any kiddos reading the story)

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The Adventures of Willie, Graci & the Mighty Moose

Miss Graci, Willie and Mighty Moose are lying in their bed looking at the beautiful day outside. Willie says "What a great day! Let's go outside and play!"

Graci stretches her legs and sighs, "Ohhh why go outside when it's so comfortable here on our bed and we could watch TV?" Willie replies, "We can watch TV anytime - let's go swimming!" Mighty Moose is in the background bouncing and repeating,

"Splish-splash, splish-splash wahoo!!!"

As the dogs head outside to the pool in their swimsuits Graci turns to Willie and says, "Shouldn't our masters, Mr. and Mrs. Pea, be outside with us? You know I can't swim." Willie replies, "No, we'll be okay - Moose and I will watch over you..."

Graci applies sun block to the other dogs...

SPLASH!!!

Graci has fallen into the pool! "HOWL!!! HELP!!!", screams Graci as her tiara and sunglasses float away in the pool.

Willie swims as fast as he can towards Graci who is paddling as hard as she can but is sinking rapidly. "HEEEEEEEELP!", she continues to screams. Meanwhile Mighty Moose has raced to the door and is barking and calling for Mrs. Pea to come outside and help.

Willie reaches Graci and grabs the fur on her neck and begins to pull her on to the steps, but she's very heavy and he is getting tired but says, "Be calm Graci, I have you now - I'll not leave you ever!!

"Ohhh my goodness!!! yells Mrs. Pea, "Miss Graci - what have you done?!" Mrs. Pea races to the edge of the pool and picks Graci up out of the water. Willie crawls out onto the deck and collapeses - tonge hanging out of his mouth. Mighty Moose is jumping around yelling, "Is she alive? Is she breathing? Help! Help! Help!"

Mrs. Pea says, "Moose, it's okay - Willie saved her, but if I hadn't heard you calling for me, we might have not been able to get them both out of the pool. So Moose - you helped saved Miss Graci too!" Moose jumps around saying, "Hurray for Willie, Hurray for Meeeeeeee - Yippee!!!" Graci is looking sadly down at the ground too ashamed to look up - very embarrassed at the all the commotion she caused... Softly, but firmly Mrs. Pea asks, "Miss Graci - how did you get into the pool?

Willie looks very concerned, "I didn't see you get in - why didn't you let us know you were going to join us? I promised you I'd look after you and I let you down..." While Moose is sitting quietly looking concerned... Graci replies, "I was hot, and you two were having so much fun that I didn't want to bother anyone by interrupting and asking for help..." Mrs. Pea firmly replies, "I understand your thoughts, but what is the rule around the pool?

Moose jumps up and down and says, "Yip Yip! I know I know I know!!!" Graci close to tears, closes her eyes and says, "No doggies or children are to be in the pool if an adult isn't present..." Mrs. Pea replies, "That's right...and do you now understand why that rule is in place?"

Graci looks up and says, "...So that no one gets hurt. That's why we always need to have someone with us. No matter how much fun we have - we need to know that help is near should we need it." Moose jumps up and down, "Better safe than sorry! Better safe than sorry! Yip! Yip!" Mrs. Pea says, "That's right - we've all have learned our lesson today -right?

Sooo, how about we ALL get in the pool together?" Moose jumps up and down yelling, "Splish splash Splish splash - everyone in the pool!!!"

And with that...everyone spent the rest of the day in the pool. Graci decided to spend the rest of her day, watching the others on the lounge, with her tiara back on. But, when she would get hot, she would call out for help and was able to get in and out of the pool safely so that her tiara didn't fall off.

The End

All photos are of the "real" Willie, Graci & Mighty Moose

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The Adventures of Willie, Graci & the Mighty Moose Miss Graci, Willie and Mighty Moose are lying in their bed looking at the beautiful day outside. Willie says "What a great day! Let's go outside and play!" Graci stretches her legs and sighs, "Ohhh why go outside when it's so comfortable here on our bed and we could watch TV?"

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STORY LINK: Thank you skateboarding (shorthand.com)

The story I wrote is just about skateboarding and how I started skateboarding, as well as some of the things it has taught me. The beginning of the story gives some background information and shows how I was introduced to skateboarding, the main conflict is when a few of my friends stop skating and I as well lose motivation for skating, and the end is current day showing regained interest and motivation, followed by a recap of some things I have learned.

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Motivation comes freely when you are passionate about someone or something. Many people have something in their life that they can draw motivation from, whether that be something fun such as a hobby, or something serious such as a lifelong dream. For myself, one source of that motivation is skateboarding. Skateboarding is something that is often looked upon with negative connotations and carries the stereotype of delinquent teenagers without motivation for much of anything. However, like most stereotypes, this is not true, and in fact, it can be quite the opposite.

Skateboarding has been in my life since the beginning. My father was a skater and growing up I was constantly exposed to skateboarding. I would often accompany my parents on trips to the various skateparks in our area, spend time with my father watching skate videos, or play around in the basement while my dad skated one of the ramps he had built. Despite all this as a child I was not immediately interested in skateboarding, however, this all changed during a certain trip to California.

During this trip myself and my family were visiting some old family friends, they had two sons, and the youngest was only a year older than myself. While our parents were talking, myself and the youngest son went outside to play and I was then introduced to the neighborhood kids. All of them had skateboards, and I was led to one of their backyards which had a mini ramp. I sat back and watched my friend and the rest of the neighborhood kids join together to skate the ramp, I started to see everything I had been missing out on. The sense of community, and joy for one another when a trick would be landed. As I was watching this unfold I couldn't help but want to be a part of it, as soon as we got back from that trip I asked my dad if he would lend me a skateboard.

In the end, my father gave me one of his old boards and started teaching me how to skate. I was around ten years old at this time. Once I was able to ride I was gifted my own board, I would ride around the neighborhood for hours. Soon after my dad started taking me to the local skateparks, I found them to be very intimidating at first, and I fell many times, I didn't know at the time, but this was just building my confidence.

As time went on I started to learn tricks and started to skate with a couple of friends, this only pushed me further to progress. I would have always enjoyed skating with friends, being around people always motivated me to skate harder. My parents would drop us off at the skatepark and we would skate for hours. This went on for a few years, and all of the sudden my friends stopped wanting to go and it was just me skating alone in my neighborhood once again. I stuck with it but I wished my friends would skate with me again. Just skating around the same neighborhood day after the day started to become boring, I started to lose motivation for skateboarding, skating less and less every day, until I would only skate a couple of times a month for just a few minutes, and some months I wouldn't skate at all.

Fast forward a couple of years to new years eve 2019, I was over at another friend named Landon's house. Landon had an old skateboard in his room and I decided to take it outside and start practicing some old tricks. Little did I know this would kickstart me back into skating, Landon started asking me about how to skate and I ended up back at the skatepark once again. Myself and Landon started skating together, and when we were not at the park I was back skating the neighborhood once again. Soon after that one of our other friends, Daniel, took an interest in skating as well, we all started going to the skatepark, tennis courts, and streets to skate right after school. I was super excited to skate once again, and my interest was rekindled. After a few months, I had taught them everything I could, we were all around the same skill level. That was until another shared friend Nick heard we were going to the skatepark, Nick came with us for the first time and he was insane in our eyes, he was on a completely different skill level, and that motivated us all even more. We started frequenting the skatepark every day, all progressing at different speeds, being able to do different things, and it didn't matter because we were having fun.

We would play games called "S.K.A.T.E" to measure our skills where each person has to perform the same trick and if one fails they get a letter. We would go to the streets and look for different things to skate, or go to different skateparks even if they were hours away. We all started to get better and better. One night Daniel and I found a set of five stairs, we came late at night to try and jump down it, with Landon filming. I will never forget that night, the feeling of pressure to land it before security came and kicked us out, and the adrenaline that gave me. Daniel and I must have been trying it for around ten minutes and all of the sudden He landed it, Landon and I cheered, and I knew I had to land it so we could both walk away having done it together. I tried four or five more after Daniel, Just not being able to commit and falling short. As I skated back to set up and try again a battle was happening inside my head, I knew I could do it if I really just committed to it but the fear of falling was holding me back. I cursed myself for not just doing it, I hated that the fear made me kick the board away mid-air. I tried over and over, stuck it but slipped out, ran into a fence, or fell as soon as the board hit the ground. All I wanted was to land it once and have a clean roll away. At this point I had been out of breath for a while, I felt sick to my stomach, but I kept going anyway. I took a deep breath and started rolling towards it. I don't remember what I was thinking as I moved my feet into position but I do remember the feeling of popping my board up and watching myself float through the air, and then suddenly landing on the ground. All that fear and preparation for something that didn't even last a second. Landon and Daniel cheered, and then it was over and we went back to the skatepark.

Skateboarding is twenty percent physical and eighty percent mental, and that's why It's so rewarding. As time goes on I have had many more battles with skateboarding, and it's taught me many valuable lessons. I have been taught time and time again to pick myself up after I fall, not to give up so easily, and to be humble because no matter how good you are, the concrete of the skatepark still hurts. I have been taught persistence from trying the same trick over and over again hundreds of times. There are many ways I have been positively influenced by skateboarding. Skateboarding helps me clear my mind of any problems I may be having. It's therapeutic in the sense that all you can focus on is performing a trick or maneuvering an obstacle.

Landon has since stopped skating, Nick broke his arm and went to rehab, and Daniel is set to move to Arkansas this summer. But I now have a new appreciation for skating even if it is just by myself. I would love to go back to the times where me and all my friends would all spend hours together just messing around and trying to one-up each other, but I know one day I will not be able to skate at all, and I will miss the times I could just step on a board. When that day comes, and even now, I thank skateboarding for all it has done for me.

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Motivation comes freely when you are passionate about someone or something. Many people have something in their life that they can draw motivation from, whether that be something fun such as a hobby, or something serious such as a lifelong dream. For myself, one source of that motivation is skateboarding.

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Explorer (Twine interactive story) - Kang

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Explorer (Twine interactive story) - Kang

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My story is all about exploring it starts off at a river side then leads you to many options. And the further you go the more complex the decisions become. There are many conflicts starting from dying in the cold, falling into traps, and others. The ending is that you must make it out alive.

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Paradise Fears – Exploration of Ataraxia (Twine story) - Trinity

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Paradise Fears – Exploration of Ataraxia (Twine story) - Trinity

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STORY LINK: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1cJLSSRLoK4DIENZii6idO0YC__jRQj4i?usp=sharing

IMPORTANT: You must right-click and Download the story file in order to view it. (You cannot simply "click" on it to play, and will only see a bunch of seemingly random text)

Ataraxia is an abandoned island paradise full of mysterious wonders and terrors. Follow Blitz, a shipwrecked cheetah pirate that finds herself saved by the wild cat denizens. After learning of their plight, Blitz vows to help them in defending their home on Ataraxia.

Team up with Robin, Clover, or Rosella to explore several mysterious areas on the island in this interactive story.

There are several choices one can make, including

a surprise for completing all three paths.

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Star Diamond: Princess of the Galaxy (animatic) - Keegan

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Star Diamond: Princess of the Galaxy (animatic) - Keegan

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STORY LINK:
Final Animatic - Google Drive

IMPORTANT: You need to log in with your Maricopa email to view it.

The story is an animatic for a trailer for what the story could have to unfold. If this were a full story it would be at least an hour-long like an animated movie, so a trailer is more manageable for this story. The trailer starts with Star Diamond preventing a meteor crash before Star Diamond travels with an alien friend to save his planet, all ending with the sight of the main antagonist.

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The Boy Born with One (scrolling story) - Shaymus

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The Boy Born with One (scrolling story) - Shaymus

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STORY LINK:
https://preview.shorthand.com/KkHkxBdXIVt2NK92

A boy was born with only one leg he went through most of his early childhood in a wheelchair. One day the boy finds a copy of the popular skating magazine “GRIND” where he finds his first love and his first passion skateboarding. In the end the boy finds his own way to enjoy his passion like everyone else.

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Conner, is the boy born with only one leg. Thus, he faced many challenges in life, and for a while he was his biggest challenge.