EDIT: after someone else criticized my story, I changed some bits, not very large changes but it should have a better construction now :P.

EDIT2: changed some bits in the structure (again..) after the hugely appreciated critics of MaartenC, someone please tell me something about the length of the sentences now? I tried my best on changing that, and put some 'semicolon, is it?' in it as well.

Yay, indeed, it has come this far that I, at last, make my second news post.
It has been a long time since I made the last one, I believe. Don't know for sure though.
Anyway, as you may have guessed while reading the title, I made a little story for you ^^.
Nono, you can thank me later.
But seriously, I don't expect anything good from it, since it is my first story in English (my English vocabulary isn't that big).

Well, I only want to say more that this idea for a story came from a drawing I made :P. I'll include it in the post so you can laugh about my sucky sketches too.
Here we go:

It was night; a nice, cold, winter night.
No cloud could be seen above the rooftops of High Standard.
The village lived up to its name, since every year a garden competition, every month a neighbourhood meeting and every week house inspection was given. House inspection in a way, that some people walk by and 'inconspicuously' look through every window to see if there was anything suspicious going on.
Yes, the people in High Standard were indeed very social, and that's why he hated this place.
He had already lived here for over 5 years and every year life became worse in this dreadful, boring place. Nothing happened around here, not even the slightest change in this perfect little village-life. All the days he lived here had been boring and if you'd ask him what he had done on a day, any day, he wouldn't be able to remember it, every day was the same; every day, working in that old shoelace factory where the cobwebs were dripping from the ceiling, so old and antique was that building and its contents.
Therefore, he decided to live his real life at night.
At night, everything was darker; seemed more interesting, mysterious maybe. He often went outside for a little evening-walk, just to breathe the fresh and nice nightly air.
But today he didn't go for a walk. He just stayed home, along with the neighbour's cat he had to babysit for four weeks; the owners were on holiday.
He didn't know why, but he felt like it would become an interesting night.
At last.
Silently, he looked up to the stars, which were blinking in high contrast with the pitch-black sky. It reminded him of old days. He used to watch the stars every night, with his mother. Maybe he got the interest for nightly activity from her. She was very interested in stars, planets and all the other unknown things that were hovering in outer space. Unfortunately, she wasn't with him any more, he had really liked her.
Suddenly, he saw something moving in the sky and immediately his thoughts were back to modern life. He squeezed his eyes to tiny slits, in an attempt to see more clearly, but it didn't work. The only thing he could see, was a small black dot, moving across the stars, growing bigger. It couldn't be a plane or a helicopter, they don't move like that.
He looked at it more closely. It was nearer now, you could see some shape in it. While it drew nearer, it looked to him as if a giant bird had some problems with flying. The thing didn't try to move the extensions which, he thought, were wings.
Further down it fell.

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Yes, to be continued >:). Or not, of course. Maybe I want to keep this idea for myself ^^.
And I'm not gonna tell what it is on the picture, it would be a huge spoiler, and I don't want you to know what's happening in a story that isn't even fully written, now would I :)?

Samwise, signing off.

*idd, Samwise from LotR. And it seems I can't ask if you got a problem around here, so I won't :P.