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The Fun House
“Ladies and Gentlemen boys and girls, step right up. Who will be the first to enter the funhouse,” said the Ringmaster. People started to gather in whispers as the rumors they heard have finally come to life. It was the end of the town festival and the funhouse had finally opened.
By Jared Gutwein5 years ago in Families
The Lady And Tramp
The Lady And Tramp There was a family that lived in a tiny white house at the end of the block. The Lady of the house's name was Anita. She had a deep grumbly voice that sounded soooo meeeean. But she wasn't. She had a heart of gold and loved all the children that would come to play with her little boy named Tommy. All the neighborhood children loved to come and play in Tommy's yard with him because it was at the end of the street where the woods were. They could play hide and seek and build tree forts. But the children had the most fun playing with Tommy's Golden Retriever named Tramp. Anita named him Tramp because he was so big, and with his blockhead and slow moves he reminded her of a homeless man she knew when she was a child. She adored the man and would always bring him a banana and cookies. But one day the tramp was never seen again and it broke Anita's heart. So in remembrance, Anita called her Golden Retriever Tramp.
By Lawrence Vose5 years ago in Families
Little Jonny Pancake
Little Jonny Pancake By Lawrence T Vose Little Jonny Fender lived with just his mom and would always want to help her cook. Each day he would watch his mom, Anita, at the stove cooking and wanted to help. She started by letting him help put the frosting on the cupcakes and dip the bread in the eggs and cinnamon to make french toast. Anita knew that Jon just wanted to help. So she would always let him do things that she thought would be safe for him to do. But Jon was not always satisfied with what she would allow. So he would get all upset and leave the kitchen. His mom tried so hard to explain to him how hot the stove gets and didn't want him to get burnt.
By Lawrence Vose5 years ago in Families
An Ugly Duckling
- Well, aunty, one day I will fly to America! -Who? You? Where? -To the United States of America! - Ah, poor you! They say to dream is for free.... Unfortunately, you are an ugly duckling in our family and I’m not sure it’s even possible. No one of our relatives ever tried to go abroad. And why?
By Nadya Shuller5 years ago in Families
Chiraq XII
Chapter 12 Big Shorty noticed the cell phone that he had gotten through a trade with a crackhead. It was still on his dresser, in the same spot next to the bags he had used to bag up his product. He stared at the phone and the baggies on his dresser, he wasn't about to let the lightest remembrance of hustling perish. He noticed that he was smelling like his grandpa's expensive cologne. He liked the smell and thought it accentuated his neatly ironed khakis and crisp white cotton shirt.
By Organic Products 5 years ago in Families
Chiraq XIII
Chapter 13 The smell of fried chicken came from Jello's townhouse as Jello sniffed the air. "I came to get that tatted on my back", Big Shorty said as he pointed at Dinky-G's back. "Where did you find Big Shorty?", asked Jello. He looked over to Big Shorty and continued, "I thought you was an old fashioned house arrest." They all stepped inside Jello's house and heard Jay-Z's "Big Pimpin" blaring out over the sound system. Nina, Jello's in-house coochie, was frying chicken and puffing a blunt. She was wearing nothing but panties and a t-shirt. Jello walked up to Nina, who was standing over the stove, and sucked on her finger like it was a rib tip.
By Organic Products 5 years ago in Families
Wake Up!
READ THE PROLOGUE & CH. ONE FOR FREE PROLOGUE December 9, 2006 I should be sleeping, but I can’t. My emotions are All. Over. The. Place. I want to cry, scream, and disappear all at once. One minute I’m in tears, and the next I’m so angry that all I want to do is hit someone. In the last twenty-four hours, my life, along with that of my son, Tyler, has been completely upended. My husband, Grey, admitted he’s been cheating on me, and the bastard had the audacity to tell me it’s my fault. Can you believe that?! Yeah, like I held a gun to his head and made him put his penis where it has no business being! Exactly how does that work? He even claimed he was going to “get rid of me” as soon as I get my degree.
By Jenn Martin-Wright5 years ago in Families
Chiraq XI
Chapter 11 Big Shorty went to his room to grab enough clothes for the weekend from his closet. He placed the gear neatly into his overnight bag, then shuffled through a few c.d.'s that were on his night stand. After finding what he wanted and stowing them in his overnight bag, he went and stood next to the front door. Waiting for his grandfather to come. "The first thing I want to do is get something to eat", said his grandpa while he was digging in his pockets for his keys. "I'm starved", his grandpa declared as he put a hand on Big Shorty's back, directing him down the stairs. "We'll stop by Maxwell's to get a few polishes", he added.
By Organic Products 5 years ago in Families
