Only If Jack Wasn't

       If Jack wasn't nimble and Jack wasn't quick. . . what would happen to his candle stick?  Their would be a little Jack only if he wasn't fast.  Only if he wasn't nimble he wouldn't be skipping away from this huge life changing movement.  He wouldn't come out in time to be on his marry way.  Or maybe he would be catching something to hurt his candle stick.  Maybe not too fast or not too quick, he would catch something legit.  If he didn't pull out, it wouldn't be good, so he let it go and skipped far.  Only to notice a burning on his candle stick.

Grandma The Serial Killer

      "This grandma is not a sweet old lady.  She is the killer of every biracial person and interracial couples." announced the Prosecutor.  "She will take your money and kill you.  After you take her into your home, it won't be home sweet home anymore."  The 75 year old woman is a retired nurse.  Her first victim was a 21 year old caucasian woman who was bearing a biracial baby.  Her body was found in the river with her stomach cut open to where the fetus was showing.

Ronald McDonald

       While eating his 10 piece chicken nugget meal with his fresh, hot, perfectly salted fries, he noticed a shadow coming closer and closer to the window. Thinking it was a car, he kept to himself and minded his own business.  It began to get closer and closer to him and looked like a big chicken.  He looked and and jumped out of his seat to notice that it was a big Ronald McDonald.  "Where in the heck did this come from?" he thought. He ran frantically to the counter and told them that the Ronald McDonald sign came down.  They walked outside and noticed it wasn't a sign, it was a live Ronald McDonald.  Everybody ran leaving in cars crammed together like a pack of sausage.  They were chased by the figure and all of a sudden, it disappeared.

Crime Gone Wrong

         It was 12 o'clock in the morning.  All the lights were out and no sounds were being made.  There was a specific house the crime was going to be committed at.  This was going to be his first victim.  The victim was the "killers" boss.  He broke into the house.  Searching for things that may be valuable he went in a grid-like pattern.  Once he finished searching downstairs he began to go upstairs.
        The killer got upstairs and went into each bed room.  But, he heard a creaking noise outside.  It sounded like it was the garage opening.  He saw the car lights flash into the house.  He  frantically rushed into a room not knowing that it was his boss wife.  He heard a voice and hid in the shower.  He waited til it was clear to come out.  Only the boss was going into the bathroom t shower.  He begin to run the water and didnt know that his employee was hiding in there.  He heard a scream and opened the curtain.  There was the killer drenched in water.  His wife called the police and he was arrested and stayed in jail until the trail.

Who Put The Rose There

      Upon arriving at the crime scene, there laid a rose where the body lied.  It was freshly cut.  "Who put the rose there?" people thought.  People knew that the red rose was a symbol of love or passion.  But, could this rose mean something else?  The person whom died here was a serial killer and rapist.  Could somebody really love him for that?  Was the dead guy a role model for someone who was watching this vicious situation take place?  So many questions with so little answers.
     A day went by, the citizens were demanding questions about the rose and did not mind any business to the deceased rapist killer.  That same day the police got a call, "This is the police. What is your emergency?" The phone broke in silence.  Nobody replied back.  All of a sudden, the silence was broken, it was a little girls voice.  The little girl responded with, "I am the one who placed the red rose at the scene yesterday."  The police questioned why she had did that and if she knew what that guy did.  Softly asserting that she was the most recent rape victim.  The rose was placed there because she forgave him for what he did and thought he should be given another chance.  DNA was taken from the guy and results came back weeks later, it proved that the little girl who placed the rose there was the daughter of the serial killer and rapist.

My Story

      "Listen carefully," he said, "This won't be easy for you to hear..."  Kory tried to allow herself to prepare for what was about to be told.  She tried to imagine what could possibly be worst then losing her best friend to leukemia that day.  Her dad began to tell her what happened, "I found out that we do not have enough money to pay for the rest of your college funds and they are kicking you out for the debt." Her  stomach turned as if she ate something rotten that day.  Kory was stunned and could do nothing but cry and run into her room.  She hated her family and did not talk to neither her mother or father.  All she ate was crackers and drink water.  Nothing could have made her day worst then the lost of her friend and college education.

       Kory attended her friends funeral. Knowing that she will never see or talk to her again, the thought about how she can let out her caustic attitude towards her parents out was continuously running through her mind.  It was already bad that the college fund was gone.  The thing was the fund was to go to the same school as Deaja, her best friend.  After a year, she slowly started recovering.  Kory's heart was still in pain with everything.  Nothing would be the same again.  

Santa's Huge Present

      It was the beginning of December.  Nothing changed from James's Christmas Wish List from last year.  He wished for a velociraptor, not a real one though.  He asked his parents for help to spell it.  It was the only thing he wanted for christmas.  Once he put it on the paper, he mailed it off to the North Pole.  This was the best day for him.  James couldn't wait til he saw that under the tree, only to find out it couldn't.

     Christmas day came, when he ran down the stairs, only his sisters presents were under the tree.  He started thinking where it could be.  Then all of a sudden, he heard a trembling, deep and loud roar.  James looked outside the window and noticed the velociraptor.  He was shocked; it was about 13 feet and small arms.  He wrote back to Santa and told him that he wanted a toy velociraptor.  James received a letter back and Santa simply said you said "velociraptor" not a "toy velociraptor".  He cried and told Santa to never give him a present again.  He later killed the velociraptor.

How To Be A Superhero

1. Be born with superpowers or gain them.
2. Control them
3. Discover what crimes to fight.
4. Don't turn evil.
5. Don't be arrogant.
6. Design a costume.
7. Have a name.
8. Get a sidekick
9. Help everybody you can.
10. Never reveal your true identity.

New Creatures

      It looked so weird, so unique, so ugly.  I've never seen anything like it.  It looked like a horse, cow, and and snake mixed together.  The face was the face of a cow, the body looked like a snake's body but it had a long tail and legs of which looked like a horse.  I thought what would this species even be called when others would discover it.  Its skin was red, black, and white.  It would move around so oddly.  One was not able to describe it.  It was never discovered before because it lived on land 20 miles underground.  It only ate deceased bodies and rodents who live underground: prairie dogs, groundhogs, meerkat, etc.

This Is My City

        This city is like a person whom is a country narrow-minded hillbilly.  Where other "foreign" people, African-Americans, are judged by their complexion.  When you saw her, you can smell her dusty, dirty, dry scent from miles away.  Her hair shorter than any side road.  It only took you a millisecond to see her as a whole.  She is short like the length of her nose.  Only half a centimeter.  Not thicker than a pencil.  Only her eyes defined her style.  Eyes filled with hatred.  Looking at others as if she was looking a ghost.  Older than a tree, she couldn't be living anymore for much longer.  Her feet and legs looked very deserted is if she has been walking on the beach sand for decades.  Nothing could heal this cold soul, the devil took her life and threw it out like it was nothing but a piece of trash.  Everyone hated it but the ones who was there for every event that occurred with her.  If you didn't leave her alone, you would be dragged down with the chaos and tragedy.

Sidewalk Chalk Creatures

       It had to happen like this.  The only life on Earth was soon to be sidewalk chalk creatures.  Charlie drew a frog and a stick figure monster whom looked like Frankenstein and the Cyclopes combined.  Thinking her eyes were playing tricks on her, she began to see movement on the sidewalk.  First the frogs leg came up off the pavement, then its arms.  Eventually the whole body was standing is if it was never drawn on the cracks which were placed between each square block of pavement that made up the sidewalk.  The stick figure monster, named Goodivae, did not attempt to come up.
       Charlie had no idea why the creatures were coming to life.  She tried to think about what could of possibly done this and make this even happen.  Reminiscing about it, she thought about how she poured 10 bottles of vinegar and sugar on the ground where she drew them on.  Maybe that was when the sidewalk chalk creatures came to life.  Scared for her life, Charlie ran far away from the frog and Goodivae after they came to life to get salt and kill the creatures.  She succeed and would never draw sidewalk creatures again.