Stories, each about a boy. WIP

Short stories, each about a boy

Foreword:
“War”, and “huh!”, and “what is it good for, absolutely nothing!”. Jackie Chan; fabulous!

Enjoy.

The Writer Boy
There was this place. And that boy. He who was supposed to write at least one thousand words each day, and if not, two thousand the day after that and so on.
But he seldom wrote. And so he had lied to himself. Was he now, after some time away from the paper, about to write a whole book? Threehundred and sixtyfive pages, for each year lost to his couch and tv? And it wasn't even a good tv.
No, he never wrote the book. But one day he saw it in a bookshop. He got very angry because someone had beat him to it.

And what about his drawings? The ones of fantastic and surreal nature? Well, they made it into his portfolio. But no one ever saw them cause he hid them away under his bed.

The Rockstar Boy
Then there was this boy who dreamt and dreamt about happiness and love. He listened to this rockband that sang about his dreams. He had all their records, singles and songs and listened to them every day learning the text and the exact moments when to jump and how to dance just in case they would ever come to his city and play. Then he could prove his devotion and show that he felt exactly like one of their songs.
Then one day they actually came and the boy went to see them. He danced and sang and got a lot of friends and a girl noticed him because he knew the songs so well. Later they fell in love.

The Internet Boy
One boy always visited the same web page every day. He could sit updating the page once a second just watching for updates and news cause he was afraid to miss something. The site was about videogames and the boy liked to read about them. He didn't play much though, just read. He didn't have anything else to do. He was too lazy to get internet friends and didn't draw or write much on the computer. So this was how he spent his days.
And who knows, maybe he still sits at his computer looking for updates that don't matter shit. >

The Boy who knew stuff
Another boy thought he was very smart and that he knew stuff about stuff. He was very “self conscious” and thought that it would be very clear how self conscious he was if he wrote small stories about himself. That would show people that he knew what he was doing and how he was living, in contrast to everybody else who didn't think at all.
And so time went by and one day, looking through his older stories, the boy read one story that said that he was fucked up in the head. The boy went crazy and killed himself.

The Kung Fu Hero Boy
One boy moved to another city and wanted to train kung fu. He had trained some before he moved but now he lived by himself and had problem of motivation. When he watched kung fu movies he wanted to train so bad, but when he fell asleep he forgot to. -_-'