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Johnny_Nutcase
07/31/20 6:29:01 PM
#1:


I mean it sounds simple. It doesn't even have to be long because kids have no reasonable attention span. I bet you that Dr. Seuss guy got rich and all he had to do was get loaded one night and throw some crap on paper. I bet I could write a childrens book that would make me millions. I already drink so i'm halfway there. I'll probably have to get one you artsy fucking people to draw pictures for me and pay you in compliments and passive aggressive statements but I think we could make magic here.

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The Popo
07/31/20 6:36:44 PM
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Very hard. You need to have a contact with a publisher.

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PiOverlord
07/31/20 6:39:56 PM
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John's Nice Day

John woke up

He drink from his cup

He went out the door

He got home at four

He said hi to his mom

Hung out with his friend Tom

John is so happy

Time for his nappy!

THE END!!!



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Johnny_Nutcase
07/31/20 6:44:08 PM
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Johns BAD Day

John woke up

He went out the door

He got home at four

Knocked his wife on the floor

She got a divorce

He got her a horse

John started drinking

His wife started stinking

John mowed the lawn

John ran over a fawn

John drank until dawn

The End


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Eliza-Schuyler
07/31/20 6:45:23 PM
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Jamie was a simple kid. He played outside all day and did
all of his chores like a good child
he was so nice, and never wild
until one day he looked upon
a magic place, in his favorite pond
it was deep within the forest nearby
it was very far, the trees blocked out the sky
he stuck his hand in and found a star
the label looked like itd come from afar
now jamie hadnt been nice, and everyone wondered why
why jamie, he was so so kind!
he wished upon it, as many knew
Jamie made his wishes evil, as a child wouldnt do
But the next day he found his wishes come true
and his mother was gone, shed bid him adieu
you see, he was tired of being kind
so he wished her away! she never said goodbye
he laughed and played as he was all alone
he threw a party, it was his house, he owned
the house now, nobody was there
even his father, whod also disappeared
one by one, theyd all started to leave
and jamie was sad, but relieved
that hed get alone time, but what happens here
is something youve yet to hear
jamie couldnt afford to live alone
he ate all the food, he even ate the bones
the bank took away the house and he said,
thats not fair! i dont even have a bed!
he missed his friends, and even his mom
he was tired of it all, and he wanted to sob
he got all angry, until he thought,
what about that wish? do i have another- what?
he rushed to the pond and wished upon a star
reading the label that had come from afar
and suddenly he was back in his house
he hugged his mom and she laughed so so loud
she said, jamie? whats going on?
and he promised to listen form now on.
the end, kids book complete

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Flauros
07/31/20 6:46:51 PM
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Just do a nursery rhyme book.

Dead men, dead men, swinging in a tree
How many dead men do you see?
Tongue turned blue and face gone grey
Watch them as they twist and sway

The first one killed the butcher man
Then cooked him in the frying pan
Served him to his hungry guests
And gave them seconds on request

The next one with his smile and sweets
Stole poor children off the streets
To men who dressed unsavory
He sold them into slavery

Breaking into home at night
The thief he had a nasty fright
Filled his foolish head with ale
Woke in the morn in the county jail

The artist with his daunting skill
Tried his hand at painting bills
But caught in rain he was undone
When the ink hed use did start to run

With promises of great return
Taking gold he did not earn
Bundled it up out of sight
Quietly slipped off into night

Three houses into ashes burned
The sheriff with no place to turn
Did spy a stranger in his town
Locked him up and beat him down

Dead men, dead men, swinging in a tree
How many dead men do you see?
Six feet long and six men wide
Round their necks the noose be tied.

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