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Rags to Riches
This is a story of dreams fulfilled and rags to riches. A story of mystery and fortune. Carl a young African American college student grew up in a very crowded house, having 9 siblings and all. He remembered before college dorming, he would share a bed with three others. Carl was on a life mission of becoming a millionaire and never living the way he did again. He achieved a lot in high school which got him scholarship to college but he still had to pay a fee for living at the college. Carl worked two jobs to maintain this fee and himself, as he had no help from his family. His mom had passed away when he was younger and he and his siblings were split up and put in different foster homes. But Carl always kept a picture of them all with their mother. Every time he looked at the picture it gave him strength to be more determined and accomplish many goals he set. But his greatest goal of becoming a millionaire was yet to come but he held his chest out always and looked up to the sky and always said , “I’m going to make it Mama,” .
By Alfred Cosme5 years ago in Futurism
Rags to Riches
This is a story of dreams fulfilled and rags to riches. A story of mystery and fortune. Carl a young African American college student grew up in a very crowded house, having 9 siblings and all. He remembered before college dorming, he would share a bed with three others. Carl was on a life mission of becoming a millionaire and never living the way he did again. He achieved a lot in high school which got him scholarship to college but he still had to pay a fee for living at the college. Carl worked two jobs to maintain this fee and himself, as he had no help from his family. His mom had passed away when he was younger and he and his siblings were split up and put in different foster homes. But Carl always kept a picture of them all with their mother. Every time he looked at the picture it gave him strength to be more determined and accomplish many goals he set. But his greatest goal of becoming a millionaire was yet to come but he held his chest out always and looked up to the sky and always said , “I’m going to make it Mama,” .
By Alfred Cosme5 years ago in Futurism
Blaire's Redemption: The Obeah Eye
On a cool, summer night in Harlem, Blaire Brentwood found herself outside of the nei ghborhood trap house. Now, don’t get her wrong, Blaire was no fiend -- no ma’am, she’d never been near a needle, let alone an ounce of weed -- no sir!
By Princess Tay-Arjana5 years ago in Futurism
The August Planet
Fred Godfrey lived on "The August Planet", a place 100 million light miles from Earth. It is a place with interesting ruins and fascinating cities. He lived in the City of Asstone. It was the place where he was born and he loved it because of its history of granting wishes to really sincere and kind people.
By Denise Canty5 years ago in Futurism
CHRONICLES of DEON
CHAPTER 1 Ralthor stood in the middle of the street and watched the meteor shower sparkle its way across the heavens. The bustling throng of the city of Chathor parted around him as a river parts for an immobile stone. The watchmen shoving loiterers and beggars alike along claiming an end to the day’s business walked past him without so much as a glance.
By Scott M Loveless5 years ago in Futurism
A Titan's Stories
I nearly never was. My mother became pregnant with me at sixteen with an alcoholic musician. Her mother pushed to terminate. My father’s mother assisted in illegal abortions in exchange for painkillers. My existence in this world was tied only by a gossamer thread of my mother’s stubbornness - the means and opportunity to end my existence plentiful.
By Jennifer Costanzo5 years ago in Futurism
Do Better
Do Better I was driving home after yet another unnecessarily long night at work. Lack of competent staff and an unwillingness from upper management to pay a higher wage had left me stuck working until 1am every night that week, instead of my normal 9pm. I was utterly exhausted and all I could imagine was getting home and collapsing into a heap on my magnificently soft mattress. My eyes only closed for a moment, but a moment was all it took. I just nearly missed seeing the man dart from out of the woods and into the middle of the road directly in front of my car. I slammed on my breaks and swerved my car to the side of the road, just barely avoiding flattening the man. Once safely stopped, I took a deep breath and stepped out of the car. The man staggered toward me and it was then that I noticed his clothes, tattered and covered in blood.
By Miles Cooper5 years ago in Futurism
