Emir's Fictional Stories by Emir Bozkurthanoglu (top 20 books to read .TXT) 📕

ruin their future with pranks and assaults on other students. Not only that, but they also become the laughingstock of others at reunions and parties.”
After the break, Madison’s first day began smoothly. Instead of being interested
in picking on him, many students became interested in him. His first class was chemistry, where other students became impressed with his skills. They invited him to a party in two weeks. Madison accepted and stayed three hours. However, when he returned home, he realized that he hadn’t finished his homework. The next day, his teacher put him in detention. When he returned home, his mother said that some of his classmates called him. Madison called the number on the phone and his friends said that there was going to be another party in a week and he was invited. He accepted the invitation.
When he got to the party, Madison’s friends handed him a can of beer and said,
“Here, why don’t you try some of this? It’s just the stuff they had in the refrigerators of the convenience store over there.” Madison dipped his tongue in, and decided to sip some of it. By the time he left, he had finished half of the can. As he approached the house, his father shouted, “What the?.. Is that beer?! You know what? You’re grounded! Go to your room right now!! I am very, very disappointed in you.” Mr. Villagegreen poured the rest of the beer on the lawn, threw the can on the ground, and stepped on it. Mrs. Villagegreen, who had witnessed the incident on the front yard, stopped Madison and said, “You should be ashamed of yourself, no one in the family has ever dared to consume alcohol and yet you, the oldest and the most experienced one of your siblings, you’re the one who did this! Go to your room right now!”
Madison heard Mr. Villagegreen saying, “Apparently, Naperville is not a very
safe place, he had the highest grades back in Spartanburg, but a few weeks in here, and he is already coming home drinking. Mrs. Villagegreen replied, “It’s those seniors who are pulling him into the spider’s web, if we can just prevent him from going to those parties, we can stop all this.” Madison went to his siblings’ bedroom. He woke up Camille and Roger, offering them 5$ each if they both covered for him on the day he and his friends went to a street near Aurora, Illinois. There, they paid a customer to purchase beer for them. Meanwhile, Roger and Camille told Mrs. Villagegreen that Madison had gone to the library, but she had become suspicious and drove to the Naperville section of the Suburban Chicago Public Libraries, or SCPL.
Mrs. Villagegreen returned home and interrogated both of Madison’s siblings.
Camille gave in and said, “I remember him saying that he was going to some place called Auria, Aroa?.. …oh, its Aurora!” Hearing this, Mrs. Villagegreen left the house and drove to Downtown Aurora, where she looked for Madison, “Mads, Mads?! Mads!!” She finally saw him throwing a bottle of beer into the trash and shouted, “Oh my gosh! You!.. Get in here! We’re going home, oh, you’re grounded for the next two months!” Madison angrily replied, “You just had to say that out loud in the middle of the city!” His mother responded, “This is only the beginning! You’re going to be locked in the house and do nothing but study! That’s right, you’re going to hit the books all weekend and until the end of the school year, and if you don’t, you’re going to school all summer!”
Back at home, Mr. Villagegreen said, “See! In Spartanburg, he was going to be
valedictorian! But now, here in Illinois, we don’t even know if he’ll pass! You know what, I was wrong to come up here, sure I’m gaining more money and we have an easier life but those spoiled delinquent kids! He’s going to destroy his future. You were right.” Mrs. Villagegreen replied, “You should be saying some of this stuff to him, not me!” Mr. Villagegreen then said, “I’ll just take him fishing next weekend, then. I found a good spot a bit south of Kenosha, Wisconsin.”
Thus, Madison and his father bought a tiny boat and tied it to the trailer. Then,
they went fishing at the shores of Lake Michigan. Due to its size, the lake resembled an ocean instead of a small body of water with opposite shores of which could not be seen.
Mr. Villagegreen said to Madison, “You know, you don’t have to be or act like
those kids in order to avoid getting picked on or becoming the target of a prank. You said you were almost never assaulted in South Carolina.” Madison replied, “True, but this is the first time I ever went to a party, the first time where there people around me looked at me when I talked, and for the first time, I was one of the first people who other people contacted when they wanted someone when they were going to do something.” Mr. Villagegreen said, “Yes, I have to agree that your statement is mostly true. But, you were doing something better. By doing your homework, studying, getting good grades, and not getting in trouble, you were being a good role model and encouraging others to succeed. And you were helping a potential number of thousands, maybe hundreds of thousands of people in the future generations. More importantly, you were succeeding yourself. And you didn’t ruin your life. Now, if we were talking about me, we would say I “could have”, but for you, we can still say you “can”. I hope you understand.” Madison replied, “I do.”
After fishing, when both Madison and Mr. Villagegreen returned home, Madison
finished his homework. After 7 to 8 weeks of make-up work, hard studying, and exams, Madison moved from an average of 73 to a 91. Although, he did have a rocky start in Naperville, amazingly, he earned a reputation for earning good grades again and was moved to advanced placement courses in 11th grade. I think you want to know where Madison Villagegreen, the high school prodigy is today. He is working in Silicon Valley as a computer programmer for a company, whose name needs not to be mentioned. Mr. Villagegreen, Jr. now lives in a condominium in Santa Clara, California which he owns. As for Camille and Roger Villagegreen, they are both working as professors in an anonymous university near Duluth, Minnesota. And now I have told you the fates of the three children of the Villagegreen family, I can now say,

THE END

8. Disaster in Paradise

Hawaii is home to millions of people and is visited by tens of millions every year. People who come get to enjoy the warm waters of the Pacific and the 5-star hotels lined up on the Waikiki Beach of Honolulu. Being isolated from the other 49 states by thousands of miles of sea, and a hotbed of volcanoes, earthquakes, and tsunamis, a huge number of people would be trapped in the state should a disaster happen. One morning in Downtown Honolulu, an unstoppable crowd of visitors literally rush to the beaches from their hotels, all wearing shorts and bikinis and carrying sunscreens, towels, baskets of snacks, basically anything they might need for next 6 to 7 hours on the coastline. Meanwhile, on the southeastern part of the state, Mauna Loa, Big Island’s largest volcano, quietly lets out lava from its summit. This slow moving lava moves parallel to the houses on the island and fills the Pacific with chunky volcanic material. Mauna Loa also releases its western flank, which turns into a landslide and falls into the ocean. A 1,200 ft. wall of water speeds away from the Big Island and heads north, towards nearly 2 million inhabitants and visitors of the communities in the island of Oahu, including Honolulu. On Waikiki Beach, the CEO of a company who has been having a vacation with his family, receives a text message which informs him of the 300 thousand dollar his corporation received in a deal. To celebrate, he takes his family to a luxurious restaurant on the shore. While driving, he sees the water rush towards the shoreline. He tries to drive away by turning and heading inland, but he’s too late. The tsunami devours hundreds of cars and skyscrapers at the same time. 120,000 visitors on the shoreline are killed, but the tsunami heads 6 miles inland. In 2 minutes, the city is submerged.

THE END

9. Beneath the Mississippi Coliseum

This story is mostly taken from the notes of a famous scientist in Eastern China.
December 23rd, 2012. Shanghai, China. A rookie volcanologist named Stanley Chang recently had moved to a tiny tenement in the vast community of Puxi. Chang had a connection with the Scientific Dream Team of Shanghai, which was a branch of the Pacific Coalition against Seismic Catastrophe. The Dream Team Headquarters was located in Pudong, and I had been made the Administrator by the Special Branch in Palma de Mallorca, Spain. I knew that Chang had anger management issues, and his job was tough. Chang would rather be mortally ill than enter the 90 minute commute to Pudong once again. However, he had many talents, such as he spoke fluent English and Spanish, yet his native language was Cantonese. Actually, everyone in the office could speak fluent English, and I never had to learn Chinese. One day, the secretary tossed a file at me. "Mississippi Coliseum" was printed on the file in black. I opened and pulled the contents out. I was shocked by what I saw, and I immediately called Chang and three others into my office. I began speaking, "This came to me today from the Geneva Office of International Disaster Intelligence in Switzerland. And they had been faxed by the Memphis Office in the USA." I handed a photo to each and every one. Local witnesses in Jackson, Mississippi had taken photos of colossal cracks on the walls of the Mississippi Coliseum, and members of the Memphis Seismic Team had gotten ahold of it. One of the agents asked, "And why did you call us to the office, if you want us to go to Jackson or something, I can't do that. I have a lot of things to do, and my brother is coming from Hong Kong. He must already be at the airport, getting ready to board. Sorry, Xavier." I replied, "Then it's Stanley, Jimmy, Randy, and Betty. I hope YOU don't have anything in your way. Come tomorrow at 7:30 AM to get your tickets." Stanley said, "You're sending us thousands of kilometers away to look at cracks. Does that sentence actually make sense to you?" I replied, "There's an extinct volcano under the Coliseum, as you know, the Jackson Volcano. If the problem's with the walls and not the volcano, then I'll send you back and make up for it, but if it's the volcano, then, I'll still spare you from apologizing, but I'll silently accept it." That night, I had found tickets to the McKellar-Sipes Airport and I announced the tickets to the team. I learned that the plane was delayed until 9:00 AM in Pudong. Stanley then called me from a hotel in Raymond, Mississippi approximately 14 hours later, "Xavier, guess what? Man, we're outside Jackson. It's 9:00 AM here!" I replied, "Yeah Stan, but you have plenty of time, you can go there the day after, and I've talked to the owner, he said that you can begin your research underneath the Coliseum." I received a call from the automated dialing service of my mail provider, "One electronic mail for Cardiff Xavier Sparrow." I checked the website of the provider online to see