Guy Falls In Love With Girl

Guy And Girl Fall In Love Over A Crazy Coincidence

Once upon a time in a huge matroppoliss called Danville, Va., there lived a witch named Broomhilda. She could get just about everything she ever wanted just by waving her magic wand and stating her request. That worked with just about everything she could ever need or want in life except for one thing, she wasn't allowed to make somebody fall in love with her. She lived with her witch sisters since she was born. When her mom's magic wand was stolen, (a witch can do no magic without it), the people burned her at the stake. That was actually a fitting way for her to go because she'd, "burned so many stakes" trying to cook them. Anyway, that left Broomhilda as the only witch left in her family. She also hadn't had a date in over 156 years. She wanted love while she was still young.

By some crazy coincidence, a warlock who was about her age named Lou, was also looking for love, (his name was short for Lucifer). They met at a Halloween party one warm April day. That is because every day is like All Hallows Eve to a witch and a warlock. By some crazy coin-sidence, Broomhilda just happened to see a man who she thought was really good-looking so she approached him and did everything possible to get him to notice her without being too obvious. Yet all he wanted to do was watch akult movies on t v. Broomhilda tried everything to get their attention. She tried making up songs and singing them to him, juggling fireballs, even making black cats appear in front of him, but nothing worked. All he wanted to do was talk to his other warlock friend while watching horrible witch movies on t v. It seamed pointless.

That's when she got a great idea, she would try streaking between the t v and the man she wanted to impress, so shee took off all her clothes and ran between him and the t v he was watching with his other warlock friend. That was when the friend asked, "What did she have on?"

"I don't know," replied Lou with a shrug, "but it shore did need ironing!"

It was obvious those jerk warlocks were not the kind she wanted to have a relationship with anyway. That was when she decided to make a love-potion. She had to look up the recipe in her witch cookbook. It consisted of an eye of a newt, a toe of a frog, an ear of a young goat and a tale of a blooschoo dog which was almost extinct. They can only be found in southern Callamazoo, but they really hard to find because they can turn invisible each time they feel threatened. That meant she had to surprise one. That is extremely difficult because blooschoo dogs are so rare they don't come out except in the daytime when they can eat the trunks of sassugoor trees. That's why there are so few of them since sassugoor trees are almost extinct too. Life was quite hard for a wacky witch which doesn't have much success with her spells. The only ones she ever got were some, "sinking spells" when she'd get so worn out. In fact, sometimes her broomstick wouldn't work so she'd have to resort to driving a car, but that wore her out. In fact, she would always end up being perfectly, "exhausted."

Then while she was trying to make a magic potion which would turn mercury into gold, she used the eye of a newt instead of a toe of a frog in one of her potions. That is a major mistake, or rather it's a, "Boo!-Boo!" to a witch. When she mixed it into her magic potion which should have made her broomstick sparkle and twinkle, it melted it. That was her main means of transportation. The worst part about it happening then was that it happened to be on All Hallows Eve. Of course, that's the night when witches do their most mischief. By some crazy coincidence, she happened to have a long-handled dust pan in her closet, so saying the magic words over it, it glowed brightly, but it didn't twinkle the way it was supposed to do. As everybody knows, witches broomsticks that don't do that are not at all dependable, but she didn't tell any of the others about that because she was afraid they'd laugh at her serious predicament, or rather cackle as the case may be. As they flew off towards another huge matremendous known as Lynchburg, Va., which by some coincidence happened to just be one of the witches favorite places where they loved to spread mischief through, poor Broomhilda was the only one who didn't have a broomstick to fly on. She knew all the others weren't exactly going to sweep people's houses with them. That would be the first time she'd ever missed flying across all of Virginia spreading chaos and destrucion wherever any of the witches flew. That meant she had to stay at home with her black cat. It was to promaced to be a, "pur-r-r-r-r-rfectly" horrible night for the poor witch.

By some crazy coincidence, she happened to notice a mop standing in the closet. Granted, it probably wouldn't work as nicely as the other's means of transportation, that is especially true since all of the others were riding their broomsticks. Still, despurate times called for despirate measures, which was exactly what she was having at that point in time. She said the magic incantation all the other witches used to make their brooms fly over her best means of transportation at that point in time, waved her magic wand over it, and poof! Nothing happened. She sat on her broomstick, feeling like she had the worst luck of any creature in the history of the entire solar system.

Suddenly she felt her broom vibrate in her hand. Then it glowed black because it's the color witches brooms glow. When she put it between her legs it shot off straight in front of her. Fortunately her front door was open to let the moon shine in. Most people like sunshine, but not witches. Besides, they love to drink, "moonshine" since it relaxes them and makes them feel good. The thing was the feeling felt too good and she got drunk off of it. As she flew her broomstick around town, not only cackling, but laughing hysterically all the way, the witch policeman pulled her over and gave her a ticket for reckless driving. Yet when she told the policeman that she was just trying out her new broomstick, he made her get off, walk heal-toe and take a breathaliser test. She got away with just a warning since it was her first offence. He told her if it happened again he'd call a warlock to come in and he wouldn't be nice because they hate being taken away from the wars they were locked into. That's why they're called, "war-locks." They also have to write out a full report saying which-witch he gave the ticket to. None of the judges liked, or even got what homophones were. They just know about phones mortals use to call people and places on. By another crazy coincidence, the witch policeman happened to be Broomhilda's cousin who recognized her after he'd stopped her. After he'd left, Broomhilda let out a cackle that could be heard for quite a distance away, but by then the witch-policeman was clear out of sight because their brooms are faster then any witches brooms since they mostly use Nymbuss 3,000s which are even faster then the one Harry Potter flies. It was still a good day for her.

By another crazy coincidence, it just happened to be Broomhilda's birthday so the other witches and warlocks decided to throw her a party. It was hard to know what to give a witch because if they needed anything all they ever do is use their powers of, "wishcraft," meaning all they ever do is just wish for it and they'll receive it. Since she was over 200 years old, they don't even worry with putting that many candles on their cakes because by the time they blew them all out, somebody at the part would more than likely have been burned up, and of course, that's the only way to kill a witch, by burning them at the stake. Because of that, they didn't serve any, "steaks" at the party. That was especially true with her since they were concerned about her blowing some of the candles off of her cake, and would burn up one of them who sat across from her.

By another crazy coincidence, she happened to be born on October 31st. That meant all the witches and warlocks were already dressed up for their anuel, " 'spook'-tacular" night of mischief. That meant everybody at the party was already dressed up in their scariest atier, except for the ones who came dressed up like a car or motercycle, "tire." One year the winner came dressed as an airplane tire. That won the award for most appropriate award. Another year the first place went to somebody dressed up like Frankenstein. Ironically, his name happened to be Franklin Nero Stine. Yet on his birth certificate it raid, "Frank N. Stine." By another crazy coincidence, it was actually his name who won the award. By another crazy coincidence, he just happened to be one of Broomhilda's cousins.

It seamed winning was in all of her family's blood except her own. That's because her blood type was b negative, a highly rare kind that's extremely difficult to find any matches for. Still, it's quite difficult to find a blood-doner who would even be willing to donate blood to a witch, and especially one who was as wicked as she was. Her doctor had warned her about needing any blood, but he was a, "witch-doctor" anyway. When people asked her, "Which doctor told her that?" she would always say, "That's right."

One dark and stormy night, which happened to fall in late October, that's really close to the day all witches have their heydays on, her sisters convinced her to fly with them to a Halloween party which was being put on by S. S. Va., which all the others witches and warlocks told her stood for, "Scary Stuff Values All." It was held at a huge office which was located on Virginia Beech. Once she saw all the people dressed up like mostly scary monsters, she figured it would be her kind of party. It turned out to be a dance. Of course, Broomhilda had never been to, or even heard of a dance, so she just picked several guys who she liked how they were dressed up and danced with them. Most of them just stood in one plce and moved their boddies to the beat of the music, but there was one in particular named Cuz who danced a special kind of step which was called The Funky Pretzel. Broomhilda loved dancing with Cuz because it was the only person there who actually had a particular pattern to follow. She also liked how a lot of the people there were watching how they danced with each other. She also added a dip at one point which caught Cuz by surprise, but by the second time around they'd both learned each other's steps. In fact after dancing a while, Broomhilda got the sensation that somebody was staring at her. When she glanced all around the place, she noticed that everybody there was staring at her and Cuz. That's when she added some moves of her own such as making herself jump up really high in the air, pulling Cuz with her. A few seconds later, everybody in the place was staring at her as she danced with her awesome dancing partner. When the song got to it's ending, everybody in the whole place clapped for the both of them. That made her cackle and kertsey, which also gave Cuz the desire to, "bow," like the front of a boat. That wiped away any, "stern" look from his face and they both felt like the, "star-board" of the whole place which gave the judges a good re-"port" on them. That was great because Cuz knew how to tie several different types of knots which was learned in the Scouts many years before which meant they both had the, "clove-hitch" with each other's dancing and were they, "square? Knot!" That really impressed Cuz having not thought about that since the days of being in The Cub Scouts, in spite of having a dancing partner who was older then his, "Granny, knot" remebering much about the things h'd learned as a kid, although Broohmilda was quite impressed and thought in spite of just being a, "kid" when he learned those things, his memory was not at all, "Ba-a-a-a-ad," even though quite often not being able to remember more recent things really did get Cuz's, "goat," "butt" the distance recall was extremely, sharp" since it would, "cut" through many problems that had occurred throughout his time spent here on planet Earth. Broom Hilda didn't care. All that mattered to her was that she'd found a really good friend.

Yet when she was curteying to her audience, the person who took second place in the dance contest, who would have been first if it wasn't for Cuz and Broomhilda, was exceedingly geleous of the couple who had beaten them in the dance contest. His name was Bill, and he couldn't stand finishing second in anything. He decided to spy on Cuz and Broomhilda to ding out how they'd beaten him and his partner in the dance competition. He happened to see the which wave her magic wand and instantly make a huge, beautiful but callorry-free cake appear on the table. He reported it to the Po-Po. They tried to shoo him away, but he was so consistent they decided to send somebody to spy on them. When the spy saw Broomhilda give Cuz a calory-free and alcahol-free drink, he took pictures and made a note of it. When he taken photos of them doing other forms of magic, he tippy-toed away and turned them in to the po-po. They arested both Cuz and Broom-hilda, charging them with something, he had to make up a crime to fit what he'd seen. As they were cuffing both of them to take them to jail, Broomhilda waved her magic wand and turned them into pigs, since that's another name for the policemen. She said, "All they drink's, 'swine' anyway!" That made Cuz laugh, being he was the punster champ, not just of Virginia, and not just of the U. S. A., but in the entire solar system as well. It truly was a major crazy coincidence that they had met right when they both needed each other in their lives at that point in time.

Later Broomhilda took Cuz back to Salem with her. That's where she was from. Later they became such close friends, Broomhilda wanted to cast a spell on Cuz so he'd live with her on planet Earth throughout all eternaty. Cuz thanked her, but said, "No thanks," knowing the next life would be considerably greater in Heaven. After trying to convince each other the best way to spend eturnaty would be, Broomhilda finally gave up, gave Cuz a smack on the arm, which the equivelannt of saying, "Oh well, see you later," smiled a huge, toothless grin, punched Cuz on the arm playfully and dissapeared in a puff of smoke. Yet she kept her promase to always be available whenever needed. Because of that, Cuz lived a really long, happy, prosperous life on planet Earth, later finding a career in writing stories and poems and eventually earning enough money to attend Liberty Universiy on a creative-writing scollership. Later he graduated with a 4.0 grade average all the way. With that money, joined the aerobics class at the Y. M. C. A. and eventually became an aerobics instructor getting payed for doing a task that was already fun to begin with. That eventually opened the doors to even get a hit t v show which came on N. B. C. instead of Lifetime. Still, Broomhilda was there all the time in spirit so whenever a problem of any kind attempted to come Cuz's way, she would always totally erase it from off of his problem list.

Because of doing all those great things, she eventually won the award for Best-Used Ways To Hep Somebody. Later she got more then a major in that field, but a p. h. d. as well, except the p. h. d. stood for, "Pretty High-Dollar" kind of worker. A few years he eventually got married and raised little warlocks and witches. At any rate, as the greatest-written children's stories of all time will officially finish up with, "THEY ALL LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER!!!!"

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The end.

By, Cuz Roye, ....Now, please call me some-time, or call me, "Cuz" at, ....1-434-849-8268. Thank you very much, and God richly bless you for making my story be the best. That would truly put the Hal into Hallelujah! for me and would change my mouth from an n shape into u shape. In other words, the corners would point north instead of south the way they've been doing. I want to represent all victims of t. b. i., (traumatic brain injury). To win at least one contest would be the greatest thing that has ever happened to me since turning my life over to Christ. Thank you more than words can express for doing that. My address is 151 Fickler Av.

Danville, Va. 24540

Sincerely, Cuz Roye.