"Fix computer or bring cake to mom"_Running gone wrong_The new Arrival_Neighborhood Dreams
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"Fix computer or bring cake to mom"
Last Christmas, I really did give you my heart but I was so oblivious to it that I would need to tell the story about how it happened even to myself. It is probably fairer to say that, last Christmas, I gave you… my… well, for lack of a softer word - my sperm. It all began when I scored an own goal on Christmas morning, in time for the aspirin that put me in a good enough shape for the day. I had spent Christmas Eve with dad and his pack of fishermen buddies. In the freezing blessing that December 24 is, neither the fish, nor our mood was increasing, considering the fact that we had to sit in...
Running gone wrong
Run, Matt, run!” John shouted as he got tackled down by our pursuers. The constant running was a norm for those of us who stayed in Midtown, New York. You had to run from the debt collectors and mostly on a Tuesday and a Saturday. You had to run from the bullies at school that was Monday through Friday. You had to run from the bullies out of school that meant every day from January through December. You had to run away from the drug dealers at the street corner and that meant every time you stepped out of the house. But the reason I was on the run right now was not because of any of these grou...
The new Arrival
Sarah walked into the room and saw something as white as a sheep. Sarah was super frightened. She is scared easily. “What is this place?” said Sarah. The room looked dark. Sarah could only see a few feet in front of her. There was a weird pool in the middle of the unusual room. The pond was the only thing giving off light. The pond was practically glowing, but not very much. It was about as bright as a lamp. Sarah Smelled something very musty. She thought to herself. “I might have to bail, But I can’t believe that my friends dared me to do this.” Suddenly she heard something. She told her...
Neighborhood Dreams
"That's the thing about this city", said Jose, as his face shined red and blue from the colored lights of the police cars, "every where you www.onedoor.ccgo, when you wake up, when you go to sleep, all you here is sirens and gunshots, it's terrible", he continued. I was eighteen years old at the time and with no father, nobody to look up to other than Jose, he would become a role model for me. I would enjoy hanging out with him all day, as he was different from the other boys in the neighborhood, he was very mature for his fragile age of nineteen. He felt like the older brother that I never had, although of...