The Old Man_The writter_Carnival King._IT WAS NOT MY PLACE
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The Old Man
Listen. I’m going to tell you a story. There once was an old man who lived by himself in a dark forest. He hated water in large quantities and so lived in a place where the only water came from shallow pans scattered around his property. Every morning he walked to the poplar tree and carried the blue tin bowl inside. After making a weak rust colored tea, he would splash the remaining water over his head and sprinkle a little bit over his armpits. At night, he walked to the spruce tree and carried the yellow plastic bowl inside. For food, he ate tinned green beans and instant mawww.onedoor.ccshed potatoes. F...
The writter
"Are you coming tonight?", She asked this question every time she would sit down to write! Waiting for the knock on her head, signaling the gushing, pouring river of thoughts her visitor would bring her.She knew most people had writers block from time to time; but lately her block was as wide and long as the great wall of China!She even researched articles on the "Great Wall" just to get writing ideas.She tried walking around the block, going to the gym, starting in the middle of her thoughts; Nothing, it went nowhere in her head. She was getting impatient wanting eagerly to climb to the top o...
Carnival King.
‘The Carnival King’ (page 1/2)For all the hype about New Orleans being the city of the Mardi Gras and the carnival floats, all night jazz and its Southern soul, it was still a shitty place to live in if you were not a tourist. Dexter had known this for 18 years, during which time him and his parents (more ‘ghost parents’ since they were never there) had lived in the Lower 9th. Ward, the poorest and the greyest of all the areas in New Orleans. It was a place of run-down houses, cracked windows, weed choked gardens and broken dreams. His father was a blend ...
IT WAS NOT MY PLACE
I had been walking for hours and I did not seem to be getting to my destination. As I went further, I met a crowd. The first face I saw was my musical mother. She came as Whitney. Around her was a throng. It looked like many people had been birthed in our house. I couldn’t remember when that happened but I felt like everyone in the crowd was my relative.Then Alas! I met my twin sister. We somehow looked alike!. She was musical. She had everything in talent that our musical mother had. She received all the attention in the room. Her voice was of course the instrument. Everyone in the room prais...