Fiction is: imaginative creation or a pretense that does not represent actuality but has been invented. b. The act of inventing such a creation or pretense. 2. A lie. 3.a. A literary work whose content is produced by the imagination and is not necessarily based on fact. b. The category of literature comprising works of this kind, including novels and short stories. 4. Law. Something untrue that is intentionally represented as true by the narrator

...............Writer JCW

...............Some Farm

Okay this might look something like a story that I love. If it does it is done in love.

A farm somewhere outside New York. Lets see Jim and Jack are setting around a campfire wondering what to do with themselves. They had fucked all the ways they can think of, been every where they want to go. "What the hell can we do?" "I wish we could go up there to the moon." Even as he spoke two large, real large panther like cats walked into the firelight. "What the hell, where did those big pussies come from?" The cats set down, wrapping their tails around their front paws. The one with an ugly spot on its nose started speaking from a radio hanging around its neck. "Well your wish is granted." "Hun?" "The moon, you wanted to go to the moon."

"There's no air, it too far, and we have school Monday." "Rub the ugly spot on my brother's nose, and we will be there." The two boys looked at each other, and nodded as one of them rubbed the spot.

A flash of light, and they all four are standing in the center of a huge strange four-sided room with walls meeting in a peak above their heads. The cats led them to one wall with a large window in it. "Wow is that the earth?" "Yes, and this is the moon, do you feel lighter?" "I sure do. Are we stuck inside?" "Nope, you need to dress for it; come on we will show you."

A little walk led them to a ragged flag hanging on a pole. "Dam this is the one Shepard left here. It looks in bad shape. Look he signed it on the corner." "Let's take it home when we leave. We can go home can't we?" "Sure you can, you did say you have to go to school."

The two days are spent having fun in the strange city on the moon. Food was to be had picked in the main room. Gold plates are to be used. Gold seems to be everywhere, walks benches, thrones, and large dicks shading the throne with diamonds playing being sperm falling off it.

The cats led them too much that they never seen before. They did forget to not mention they went to the moon. Oh well who would believe them?

Gee lets see. Monday came along, and the two boys were back in time to catch the bus to school. The had some stuff for show, and tell. First of all a flag with a name on it. OOPS it came from the moon. A gold saltshaker, a gold sugar bowl. Both were too light to be real. Two young men were there for their last day of school as they had two new teachers so they can learn on their new aircraft. Lord to be that rich! They look at the two boy's display, and whisper in one of the boy's ear. "Do you know any rather large pussies?" Jack said yes proudly. "Come on home we have to talk to you guys before you get in trouble." A great deal of talk, and many secrets were spoke of, and two more boys were taken to many places they never even heard of. Oh yes and they really never had to worry about money again. Well their parents had a batch of money, but not as much as the kids could get. The plane had two more students as well.

 

OKAY who wants a WELL DONE from a guy that likes to write in many other authors types I've done as many as I can think of. This was just a quick knock together in one morning no polish just what ever came out of the pen. If you run a search on nifty try JCW

I just wanted to see if anyone could tell me an author name, and the book name? I call it a book as the two stories he wrote are BIG. NO PRIZE just YOU are first and WELL DONE. Jackjcw16@yahoo.com the rest of you can say you were not first.

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