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Showing posts with label short story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label short story. Show all posts

Monday, February 19, 2018

38 stories of my life as a child: Short stories W/ Review and preview (GET YOURS TODAY!)

Do you need something else to read? Something that is hilariously funny that will make you laugh throughout the whole book? Then this is the book for you; you will enjoy it and feel like you was there during all my childhood moments. This book is a memoir and an autobiography. It has 38 short stories and is nothing but laugher. It tells all about me as a kid and all the funny and hilarious things that I have done to my mom and how I got hurt and half the scars. Here is  preview of the book enjoy along with the eBook and paperback links!
- Buy yours today!
Introduction
 When I was little I was the Tasmanian Devil or what my mom calls me the devil's child. I have done a lot of things when I was little. I caused a lot of headache and most of my scars came from my childhood. I was a curious child and done almost anything I could not to be bored. The house I live in was my first house. The apartment mom and dad lived in I probably lived in for a couple weeks to a month but this was when I was first born. They felt like there wasn’t much room there so they moved here and this is where all the things that I’ve done or that has happened, happened here.

GREEN!
 The house was still. I was about 3 years old. My mother just got off work. She worked 3rd shift at walmart. Mom comes home and plays with me like she always did. I must of got tired and so I lay down on the living room floor trying to take a nap. She lays down on the floor  and she falls asleep beside me. I wake up and I tapped her she was dead asleep. I got bored didn’t know what to do and then suddenly I hear something calling my name. I went to the trash can and pulled trash out of it. I put it around her. I go in the kitchen and got into the cabinet where the kool aid packets was. I pull the green one out and put water in a cup. I open the green kool aid packet and poured it on her hair. I then grabbed the water and poured it on her hair. After I was done with her hair. I went to the trash can and grabbed a dish detergent bottle and put it in her mouth. She woke up freaking out. I thought It was pretty funny. I could feel her madness. She picks up the trash and walk to the bathroom. She looked in the mirror and she freaks out. She takes a shower trying to wash it out but it didn’t work. She calls my dad and tells him he better come get me. He got off work and came and watched me. She had to go back to work anyways.

Saturday, January 6, 2018

The Story Of The Underwood Typewriter (Preview, Get yours today!)

Do you need something else to read? Are you into objects telling a story and their life from past and present?? Then read the Story of the Underwood Typewriter it is a short story. 

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01EVYUQO0 - Buy your copy here!


I have been kept in a room with my own desk. 
I’m covered with dust. She no longer comes in and uses me like she did.
It’s been a long time since my ink has been used and keys have been pressed.
I hear footsteps that are lighter than normal echoing coming towards my 🚪.
The 🚪 knob twisted and the 🚪 creaks open.
A little girl that looks like my owner walks in and spots me on my desk. 
She walks closer into the 🚪 and glances around. She has reddish blonde hair.
She wears glasses and has a plaid 👕. 
Her jeans looks worn out like ✋ me downs. 
She is pale white like the 🐈 snowball wondering around.   I got so 🙌.She spots me and walks closer. She blows the dust off my keys and presses on them. They start dinging.It kind of hurts when she does but it feels good at the same time. It has been a while since I felt this way. I peek out the 🚪 and saw her but older. She doesn’t look as good as she did. She looks 😷 and tired.Her hair is shiny grey looking. Her eyes green eyes look gloomy and droopy. 

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