This story is about a man who loves the Comunism and wants to be the dictator of his country. He's had this idea since he was in high school, so he studied very hard all his life to have the education to become the"president" of his country. Finally, this year he is one of the candidates to be president, and people love him so it's very probably that he'll win the elections in three weeks. So it's time to purge all his urges which he's been swallowing for years. He knows that He'll be very popular because he'll change the history of his country, but people don't imagine that he won't do anything he promised before, like free speech, until he's finished what he came to do so it's better that people watch out when the terrible secret of this man gets out. All his friends ask him what he's doing because always is very busy, even in his free time, but they don't know that he's always talking with Fidel Castro, who is his best friend now. And it's difficult to him just look at them and whisper his Comunism ideas that he should shout. Nobody will know his anger until it's much too late to hide because it's sure he'll become the new president and they wouldn't do anything to avoid the Comunism.
by Daniela, from Venezuela
Some years ago, Blue wanted to hold up a bank but he failed. He unfortunately killed a man who wanted to intervene to stop him. So he went to jail for 10 years and that's his terrible secret. In jail he was thinking about songs and writing them down. When he got out of jail he was looking for job and he auditioned for being a singer. He succeeded and became very famous that's why everybody wants a piece of him. Today he sings this "terrible secret". But one day, a jounralist will discover his story...
by Guillaume, Maud, Marion, and Raphael, from France
He is a vampire. He never goes out in the day because the sun light can change him into dust. If he tells his sescret to someone, he'll be killed by headhunters and he'll go to Hell. Everybody wants a piece of him because when a vampire bites you, you become a vampire and you can live forever. Nobody can understand the anger that he keeps inside, but one day itwill be too late to hide it... He's been working on a plan for years with some witch friends and vampire friends: they want to take the control of the Earth and make all the humans slaves. This project is so close that he can taste it.
by Damien, Richard, Arthur-Saggitarius, and Arthur-Taurus, from France
Peter goes to the zoo and he see the elephants and he fallin love to this animals. Peter remembers when he was young, he loves Dumbo. He thinks Dumbo is very beautiful. The last night, he wents to the zoo. He gaves drug to the elevant and he tied him to a bar with a big chain. And after he whiped the elefant because he is sadistic. He loves the scream of the elefant. And during this time, he was listening Chantal Goya. But the night watchman saw him and he thought that very funny because he has the same fantasy and he yelled: "Can I give you a helping hand?" And Peter said: "Why not?" The terrible secret of Peter is Peter is sadistic and elephant's rape. The end.
by Paul, Charles-Hubert, Clara, and Loriane from France
Bill walked across the parking lot slowly and deliberately. He was late for rehearsal, but he had to check. The padlock key jingled against his house keys as he beat out a rhythm with his hands on his trouser legs. He beat a Bo Diddley beat. He sang quietly to himself. "I want CANDY"--thumpa-thumpa-thump---a-THUMP-THUMP, "I want CANDY", -thumpa-thumpa-thump---a-THUMP-THUMP. He was really getting into it!
As soon as he spotted McCauley's Self-Storage buildings he started singing a different song.
"I love you,
you love me,
we're a happy family"
He sang with a beautiful grin and his eyes glinted with joy.
He approached the self-storage bin door with a mix of excitement and fear. Was his secret still safe? Are the authorities waiting for him with handcuffs and the television news cameras? Bill hoped that his terrible secret hadn't gotten out.
Finally, he arrived at the dull, green storage bin door. There was no sign of disturbance. He always fixed the door so that he could tell if the door had been opened when he was gone and it looked just fine to him. His hand trembled as he opened the padlock. The heavy steel ring sprang open and he removed the lock from the door. Then he paused for a moment to savour the deliciousanticipation. Then he pushed the door inward and his secret was revealed.
There were purple Barney figures everywhere. So many! When he counted them yesterday he got 3472 different ones. There were purple action figures of various sizes, posters, piles of stuffed purple dinosaurs, board games, cassette tapes, and comic books. But his prize was in the huge trunk in the center of the floor.
The trunk suddenly moved. A small jerky movement. It moved again. Bill took a can of Ensure out of one pocket with his left hand and a fully-charged Taser out in his right hand. He leaned over the trunk and prepared to open it.
"How long until they miss him at the TV studio?" he asked himself out loud. Although he hadn't hear anything from inside the trunk, he wondered if the duct tape had held properly. He flipped open the hasp on the trunk and kicked open
the lid.
"Come on out,.... I won't hurt you" Bill said. "That is, if you cooperate".
Bill burst into song:
"I love you
You love me
We're best friends
Like friends should be
With a great big hug
And a kiss from me to you
Won't you say you love me too?"
He was a virgin when he wrote this song.
End of Story.
- Shirley from Boston
Bleu's Terrible Secret is that they are actually martians. They are the last of a great race spurned from their own planet as it became unihabitable due to radiation poisoning.Bleu's people spread like seed throughout the solar system, but over time they became fewer and fewer until only Bleu remained.
Bleu now roams the earth in human guise, singing their secrets in plain view, but completely hidded from the sluggish minds of humans.
-Christopher from Cincinnati
Well first off, I must say that the best secrets are the ones that are never shared. I think one must be very careful when "spilling the beans". Given this little bit of personal philosophy, I find it very curious that Mr.Bleu has decided to pen a song about some horrific little instance that leaves his listeners wondering. Perhaps more interesting is the fact that I give a shit. But apparently I do. I think his secret is one of little consequence to the public at large although could be devestating to the small but increasingly insane world of the pop music fan. Having said that, I believe his secret involves a broken turntable, a worn out copy of Big Star's "Third, Sister Lovers" Lp and a record contract that bears the clause "...limited sales, but great critical success....blah, blah, blah....". Next to the piece of worthless yet somehow needed corporate involvement is a small piece of paper with the name Rachel and a phone number with a Portland ME. exchange. So there it is, the terrible secret. After all the hype and hoopla, what do we have to look foward to? Words and heartbreak. Well that and some stuff purchased in Tokyo with a newly broken in Visa credit card. Very depressing indeed. But no more depressing than a forty hour work week, I'll tell you that.
- Ray from Boston
Ingreedients:
1 pr superman underoos
1 6-string from JC Penny
1 notebook, pen/pencil
1 box spaghetti
10 years
pinch of salt
pinch of sugar
Mix underoos and 6-string gently. Fold in notebook/pencil while applying 10 years. Spaghetti will take care of itself. Add salt and sugar because, well, everything tastes better with salt and sugar.
If you don't earnestly want to become a rock star, try again, this time replacing the spaghetti with an inflatable blow-up doll and a subscription to "Sideburns Monthly."
-Lance from New Haven
Once upon a time there was a boy named William, who dreamed of being a famous musician. He was tired of all the grunge bands and the rap music that everyone seemed to listen to. He wanted to acheive full pop market domination with fun, energetic, upbeat songs. Unfortunately for our hero, he got involved with a bad crowd. A group of people who convinced him that the way to acheive his goals was by forming...a boy band.
William met four other young men with similar aspirations, but they were all preening prima donnas who cared more about their looks and getting girls than the music. William, on the other hand, worked very hard learning to sing and dance at the same time. It pained him to do this because it wasn't the way he wanted to become the musician he was always meant to be. William began to write songs and taught himself how to play many instruments. Of course, his group would never sing his songs, they had songwriters for that. People that wrote carefully crafted tunes that were meant to hypnotize you into buying all the merchandising crap that goes along with the business of being a boy band. The songwriters, producers and managers were just waiting for the day when the group would be huge and every record label in the land would want a piece of the action.
William didn't write that type of songs. No, he wrote songs that were happy, sad, bittersweet, scary and even the slightest bit crazy. It seemed that William's experiences in music were bringing out the true artist inside. The life he was living inspired many songs, including the cryptic song "Terrible Secret".
One day, William realized that he didn't want that life anymore. He was talented enough to make it to the top without all that hype and circumstance. He left the group and set off on his own, renaming himself Bleu in order to escape his past. He was always looking over his shoulder, afraid someone would uncover his sordid history.
No one can say why he decided to put "Terrible Secret" on his first album, being as it's such a telling tale. My only guess is that he wants us all to think he some kind of stalker-crazy homicidal maniac. Or maybe that's just me.
Dea - from Rockford, ?
"Desire"
Not the," Sell your soul to the devil" kind but the equally scarry kind of " Heart and Soul, gosh darn honest desire for fame "(even if only for a while).
Rebecca Warf - Las Vegas, NV