Creative Writing: Black Boy's Playground

“Exhibit will have openings, I know the owner. Tell them Collin McGrady sent you.” She doesn’t realize Collin is standing behind her, until she hears his voice.

"Stop right there, First it's a full moon tonight, so don't get too excited now " I said." I guess we can't enjoy the party now as we have to watch Scott and be his babysitter tonight, so pick me up at Seven alright" I walked over to the door ready to leave, but I looked over to Stiles, who still looking at me smiling , I rolled my eyes "okay , I admitted this is pretty exciting that our best friend might be a werewolf"

Starting from 2:40, you have both sides standing on their toes and they have their hands on the table almost as if they are at some sort of meeting. Then both sides kneel down as the last clown on the right side of the table raises both arms in the air while he’s still standing. He starts to wave his hands like he’s trying to get their attention as he’s about to talk. The clowns from both sides then bow their heads on the table altogether except for the second clown on the left side of the table. This particular clown just bows his head slightly, slaps the middle of the green table twice with his right hand and then the clown raises it up towards the sky. At this point, it seems like the clown on the left is disagreeing with the clown on the right. As he’s raising his arm up, the other clowns are raising their upper bodies until their faces are looking straight up. Then, the clowns on the left side move away from the table and strike a pose. When they move away from the table, in a way it seems like they are discussing something amongst their side only. As they walk back towards the

Angelo followed Sylvia’s line of sight. “Hello, Mr. Caito. I didn’t notice you were there.”

“Oh how peculiar… his arms seem to have become flower petals. No smoke and mirrors here. Do take care. When you bump into someone, you really should apologize.” A clown-like guy say, and you start clapping. “Pretty!” The clown looks at you and wave, so you wave back, smiling. Everyone else is dead silent, staring at you as if you're

Sams face became stern and cold, He seemed to be thinking. "Sammy, What are you thinking about?" I questioned holding my charms in my hand like I always do when I'm worried. Sam looked at my charms for what seemed like

Richard finally came home from a long, stressful, day at work. He enter the room to see his wife and daughter covered in David's spunk. Both his mother and sister are completely naked in David's arms.

“ How about we chop his head off ?” He began to laugh , both Sam and Colleen looked at him with a smart ass expression. “ It was a joke , geez , just trying to get a positive vibe going.” Colleen threw her pizza down. “ This isn't the time or place for jokes Henry , our friend is not well and our lives are in danger because of a dementic clown we brought back from the dead.” Sam swallowed his pizza. “ Why did he come back?” “ You know why Sam , we awoke him.” “ No I know that , but I mean how , what was he really , to just be brought back from hell like that?” They were all silent , biting into there pizza. “ You mean like he was the undead before this?” Colleen replied. “ I don't know , but something just isn't human with this guy.” Henry took a sip of his cola. “ Lets not think of anything until we find some answers , no assuming or jumping the gun.” They all agreed , Colleen takes a big bite into her pizza , starts gagging from the taste of blood in her mouth , she starts choking. “ Colleen you OK?” Henry says , laying her on the counter pushing down to stop her from choking. Colleen coughs up her food along with blood , they all back into the stove in shock , seeing a bloody red clown nose on the floor . They jump from the evil laugh of a clown coming from the kitchen , the lights

“What about Trey?” I was stunned I wasn’t sure how I should respond to everything that was transpiring. Could I really stay here? Surely Trey wouldn’t be happy about all this. He was the one who needed money, yet here I am making his bank roll and being forced to stay with strangers.

“You’re a nut” said William. “I’m gonna call the cops. I suggest that you go away. Quickly.”

There once was a young boy who thought that he would be the next King of Evansville. He believed that if he tried hard enough and worked hard every day that he could one day be the next King. The boys name was Sir Carl, and he wanted to do everything in his power to become King. Sir Carl was walking down a dusty rock road to the castle to talk to the King. Sir Carl come upon the castles big wooden door and knocked upon it with three loud knocks. The heavy, wooden door slowly lowers to show a knight in shinning armor, guarding the entrance to the castle. The knight ask Sir Carl, "What is your duty here young boy?" Sir Carl adds, "I'm here to challenge the King to a dual so I shall become king." The knight stands with shock, "You? You are going

Percival blinked his eyes several times, as if he could not believe the vision before him. “You might have warned me we were going to see a unicorn. They’re so rare. She’s beautiful.”

There’s something soft in the way Erik sleeps. It isn’t in his posture, coiled up so tightly it’s as if he’s afraid that should he let his limbs loose, the entire word would start to crumble. It’s certainly not that he’s quiet, low phrases in German slipping from his lips throughout the night, with the occasional snore even if he’d never admit it. No, the softness is in his face. The curve of his lips, the smooth line between his brows that usually holds a furrow. It’s gentle and serene, free of all the worry and scowling that he tends to do when he’s awake, wearing it like an armor without even realizing it’s there. Only a few people really see passed it. Those close to him, and some who aren’t, but happen to have the ability to read one’s

Getting into his four wheel drive has become harder as the years have past by, but seeking time away from the trouble and strife......the wife was even harder. Vietnam, knee reconstructions and diabetes has not accumulated to the struggle of finding time for the open road and the wind in his face.

“What the fuck is this?” She looks in the mirror, first at her reflection, then at mine. “It’s the meeting of forest and water, twigs and glitter, green and fluorescent pink. It’s what you