Cipp the iPod - 300 word story

There are some things in this world that mean more then just being a simple object in your pocket. My second iPod was no different. I got this iPod when I was a wee boy-when I was about 12 years old. I loved this mp3 player dearly. In a way it was like my creepy underage 12 year old wife considering it was always with me no matter where I went. It was something that was super important to me, and it was all up in my ears singing me beautiful music for 75% of my teenage years. Thus, Cipp was born (creepy iPod partner).

Cipp and I lived a happy life together, her and I. Our tastes in music were so similar that they were actually just the same. When I was happy, she made the day better. When I was sad, she was there with me to raise my spirits. And when I didn't need her, she would rest on my thigh and wait for the opportunity to be used once again.

But one day Cipp got sick. She began malfunctioning, having mental crashes and falling asleep at random times. I tried my best to keep her healthy, but there is only so much you can do as a now 16 year old boy for a dying friend. Cipp finally burned herself out three years after I became acquainted with her. I preserve her beautiful body today in glass casing. I gave her a face, which reminds me of her unique, strange, and "Me gusta all the things" personality. You will never be forgotten dear Cipp.

The Elevator Wars

Mary was a man of few requests. She liked his coffee hot, she liked for her desk to be completely organized, and she insisted on riding the elevator alone. In her opinion, there were few moments in a person’s life where one could just ride in peace, enjoy the feeling of being lifted off the ground or plummeting towards it. The last way she wanted to enjoy it was by awkwardly standing with a stranger, or worse, an enemy for the ride.

Bob was her competitor at work. He frequently tried to get at her any way he could. If he got a hold of her coffee, he would drop an ice cube in it. If he found her desk unoccupied, he would turn all the papers crooked. If he saw that she was getting up to leave for the day, he would go to and try to ride the elevator with her.

One such day, he followed her to the elevator. The doors were about to close when he reached his hand in. Mary’s eyes narrowed. She knew who it was before she could even see Bob’s sniveling face.

“Are you going down?” Bob asked innocently.

“No.” Mary felt like growling.

“Well, the arrow says you are.” He went to get onto the elevator.

“I ride alone.”

“You want me to wait for you to go all the way down to the bottom and then for the elevator to come all the way back up?”

Mary smirked. “Yes.” She pushed the close doors button.

Bob stepped in anyways. Mary began pushing him our out of the elevator. She pushed him all the way back to the wall on the other side. Then, the doors closed and she heard a faint ding as it stopped on the floor below them.