Baddam: A Short Story

Bad Boy: A memoir by Walter Dean Myers is about racism, isolation,and value of education. Racism is a big part throughout this book because of how Walter acts and thinks. Isolation is a big role in this book because it reaches many of his family members. Value of education changes dramatically throughout his life.

It was a dark and cold halloween night me and my friend Toony were trick or treating and these kids that were bullies at our local school were following us calling our names saying means things. So we ran and ran as fast as we could they didn’t catch up because they weren’t in the best of shape but we were. So once they were no longer in sight me and Toony started to walk we didn't see them for the rest of the night that we knew of but once we were about two miles away from my house. We heard a noise the bullies came storming out of the woods almost scared me half to death so we ran and ran they started getting closer which was a surprise so we just ran into this abandoned house where we hid out for the night. After about 3 hours they had

Adversity hit me at an early age. At three years old, my mother became ill, she decided to peregrinate to those deep antique Turkish baths on the outskirt of the mansion to revive herself in sultry steamy natural water, so she can feel good and salubrious again. To my hurt, those places are not built for minor kids. At the request of my father, my mother took me with her. This huge architectural structure gave me the creeps. In addition to that I found myself left in the alcove of this mural square with deep natural rectangular shape space. In the center of this place, merges sultry a steamy source of natural dihydrogen monoxide that holds a myth for years as a miracle remedy for the body and heart. It was plenary of women relishing the relaxing

Dictating, waiting, How my future may unravel, My heart sinks as the judge pounds the gavel, The judge hits the gavel- one... two... three- The jury cries out, "Guilty! Guilty!

The day I was made was nice and sunny, probably. I wouldn’t know because the time I was in the world there was chaos. I originated in the oven of a nice house. There was a black circular object that I think was supposed to be a pizza. There wasn’t a good view of the house from the oven, so I decided to move to the rest of the kitchen. The feeling of this world was remarkable but overwhelming. I needed more. I must consume it all. I engulfed the whole kitchen, embracing the power I have over this world. This power isn’t enough though. I spread to the rest of the house, where I see a girl. She was asleep, I must not be intimidating enough. I will see her scream before the end of her lousy life. I was about to wake her, but she woke up on her

Once upon a time, there was a baby rabbit named Rascal. He like to explore, but usually ended up getting himself lost. Today was one of those days. Rascal had been hopping through a vast field, and realized he wasn’t sure which way was back to the road. Rascal knew the field eventually ended, and if he kept heading straight, he would find it. He started to hop through the grass, focused on hopping in one direction. The sun was still rising, creating beautiful shades of color in the sky for Rascal to admire.

Have you ever had the feeling where you know you've met the one that will be there to make life the lap of luxury? I have, and I was eight years old when I felt this gaiety feeling. It was the first day of third grade at Ness Elementary. I had known no one for I was to shy to even say hello. I recollect this moment as if it were yesterday, this person is one who has transmuted my life in so many ways. My best friend, my partner in crime, my sister.

When i am faced with adversity i act like a coffee bean. I make the best out of my problems. I try my hardest to be happy in any situation i am put in. When i’m in a difficult situation i may get soft like a carrot at first, but in the end i always make the best with what i’m faced with.

“Wuff Wuff...I’m no trick!” barked Curly frantically as the rainbow slowly opened up and out stepped Curly, jumping up and down and all over Blacky and Tru.

Are you looking for that beastly house that just jumps right out at you? If so prowl on down here to the corner of 13th Street and Devil Road. Just the exterior of the house will be sure to rattle your bones. The rows of the shambles of barren trees on either side of the road, that lead up to your impending doom that lurks within the caverns of the fractured house that will  surely collapse at any given moment. The mangled arms of the barren trees  you grab you by the neck, they will doubtlessly leave you hanging. If that isn't enough to put you in a gruesome mood just take a look at the dismantled remains of the old rose bushes. They line the morbid fence, which surrounds the house keeping those naive children, that had no soul, away from

Nervousness, as I Mark Blunt was walking into check - in. I was always edgy about flying, but it was just the take-off, I was fine in the air. As I approaches the express check in he greeted by staff "hello sir, how are you?" asked the staff "fine thanks" I replied. As i receive my ticket i makes a curtios nod toward the staff. As I walk toward security i put all my belongings apart from my air marshal badge through the scanner. i shows his badge to baggage security and right away understands. Mark walks through the detector and collects his belongings. And continues to his terminal, that’s how easy it is being a air marshal (you think). As I head to the terminal I start to feel hot so I head to the restroom and splash water on my face. As

When I read this story, I thought she will feel very angry for the service. But when I read this story all, I thought “She is a bad people.”. Because it is bad to change directions just I am a high people. And do something of the service is could be people let go damages. Those are the reason why we couldn’t do something of the service... When I am a daughter of the high people, I wiil say “Don’t give some nuts like that.”Because when I shout, It will be have a damage to the people. Of this story, many people have damages of that woman. I wish the daughter will not do any bad things it will have any damages.

There once was a man named Yzyal in 325 B.C. he was a very lazy man. Who did not believe in doing work. He thought everyone should live a life stress free and relaxed and despised those who always were trying so hard. He didn’t understand why, over money? ,What people thought of them?, Fame? He couldn’t comprehend any reason why you would wanna work he was always putting things off because he was too lazy to do them. People judge him because of this they despise him because what he was doing was considered sloth. This is something very looked down upon because everyone should have to contribute some how to ancient greece. People were always calling him out for how lazy he was and they would always make his life harder but he didn’t

Crash. One, two, no, three plates hit the floor. I could for all intents and purposes feel my spirit drain from my body as that sound rung throughout the restaurant. I paused for a moment to recollect my thoughts, looking up to see a collection of dirty plates, bowls, and pans stacked nearly a foot high on the shelf and beginning to collect around my feet as there was nowhere else to put them. With a stack of plates so tall, the grease had allowed a plate to slip and take several others with it to crash onto the stone floor. Ah yes, this was dinner hour, the busiest hour of the night, on Friday, the busiest day of the week in general, and it was my first week on the job. Straightaway came the manager, Rachel, as well as a few of my coworkers. She looked to see glass scattered

People see me as a old, nice, playful house, but i’m as mean and haunted as can be. I have nosey neighbors across the street. I believe they, think they see me move and blink. Which I do cause i’m a haunted house, but I don’t do it in front of them. I like to stay looking nice, so when people on halloween day teepe me and throw thing on my yard I get so upset that I kill them. You ask how, I’m just like a human. The house is my face, the windows are my eyes, the door is my mouth, and the red long rug is my tongue. I would scope the person up with my tongue and leave them in the basement with nothing to die. So when those little nosey people first step on my land there are gone. GoodBye. When everyone starts going missing they won’t ever think