Creative Writing: Pocky Sticks

Tricky Dick -- after a string of flops and vicious scandals -- emerges victorious, giving dual peace signs. The exoneration was full. The emotion was rampant. The Nixon Halloween mask looked phenomenal. Toward the left of the photograph, you’ll see Lee the eternal. Bruce was among the most dense of peachicks, with tough abs that wouldn’t behave. He was also a nonsense catapultist -- a real deal Republican: A lover of money, greed, and wealth beyond the Asian system of measurement. He was there to support Nichard Dixon, the vilified. It was a such a cool day. I remember when my daddy saw this on Tee Vee, he wept -- wept like a man. And then he flushed his troubles clean -- rinsed ‘em clean -- with the golden saver, the unreal batter of Coors

"Jerry, I think you should take your class mates feelings into account. Some have been looking forward to this and others don't like school food the same as you. Not only that but we wouldn't make it in time for our next stop."she said. Teachers don't care on field trips how fat it made us, as long as we ate, amid paid they didn't care about anything. Something Jerry didn't understand.

“Theodore please come to the front of the class” miss Ross said with the mean miss Ross said with the mean Grall. I slowly walk to the front of the room as the rest of the class watched. As I arrived to the front of the class Miss Ross was holding a piece of chalk in her hand and said “Theodore please recite the alphabet for the whole class to see and then write the alphabet on the chalkboard”. I took the chalk from Miss Ross's hand slowly and gently. I started to write A bunch of lines and chicken scratch on the blackboard with many screeches and laughs and taps of the foot from Miss Ross. I'm going to decline side so bad but the whole class was watching and so I just turned around with discouraged look and handed the chalk back to Miss Ross.

“Umm ok,” she says with a confused face. My hands are shaking and sweet is slowly dripping down my head. I have never felt so awkward in my life. We walk through town just talking about school and other boring topics until I decide to cut the small talk and stop about 50 metres away from Jack Loniel’s house.

So we packed are things into our backpack and proceed to go the library even though I was still mad about the fact that I got in trouble, but, spending the rest of the school day there makes a difference. After we arrived there she told us to pick out a book of our choosing and do a poster about the most favorite moment that we thought was the best. So we all went to pick out the book that we wanted and the story that I picked was called Goosebumps: Night of the living dummies by R.l Stein. To me this book had a lot of memorable moments so I choose the introduction of the dummy to be the poster. Everything went great until I decided to go find a new marker because the ink was starting to fade and went to go get it from the basket. I got there I started to find the marker I needed, I grabbed a pair of scissors to move them away from the marker I needed, when it happened. Someone's poster got stabbed and had a hole in it. That person started to blame me because I had scissors in my hand and the teacher came around and ask about what happen. As soon as she heard what happened, she was convinced that I did and gave me another week's worth of picking up trash. I got so angry I started to scream back at the teacher saying that none this was my fault and didn't do anything to the point that threw scissors at a computer monitor breaking it on impact.

My mother used to say, "You're like a bull in a china shop." That was quite a bit of intelligent words coming from the mouth of a mama mouse. She had obviously been referring to my clumsy mistake of breaking our lovely living room lamp, which was bought for her by my grandfather, her father, which she had adored. She loved that lamp. I felt ashamed for breaking it, but I had a different feeling towards what she said than she had wanted me to.

“That’s the spirit,” says Mrs. Payne, “ now why don’t we head back out? The tug-of-a-war will be starting any time.” All the girls then decide that they will not say any mean comments to each other and say sorry to everyone. Altogether, all the girls head out and forget about what had happened and have a awesome time at the school BBQ. Let’s remember that revenge is not always the

“If you can think of one significant word that represents a character of your personality, what would it be and how would you articulate it?” My new young psychiatrist, Dr. Dottie Jones inquired with mild interest. She taps her long, manicured nails on her red velvet notebook cover, waiting impatiently for me to recite out my dramatic monologue of what it’s like being Lydia Morris to her.

David and I are playing baseball in the back yard when Catherine walks over to the neighbors house. David wants to give up but when she walks by I say “we have five balls left. Catherine, tell him when to swing.” He lifts his bat i pich and she yells

Then she started to freak out and using her dictionary of swear words: “____ ________ __________ _______________ ____________ ________________ _____________ ______ ___________” “okaaaaaay.” She sighed angrily “honestly, we should go.” “Where the ____ are we going?” “To McDonalds, where the ____ do you think, the warehouse.” I was about to ask what where house but she seemed a tad ______ off so I decided to keep my mouth shut.

" Yeah", I say as he smirks a little causing me to suck in my bottom lip.

that held me. The more I struggled, the tighter the tendrils gripped her, and soon the pulsing from the crown returned me to my calm state. Soon, I felt myself being lifted up into the air a little, my smooth pussy free to the open air. "The rubbery grip of the tentacles seemed strangely desirable, the crown told me this is how it was supposed to be. A large mound of the goo rubbed against my pussy, causing me to let out a big moan, involuntarily rubbing back against the gel. "The mound of gel suddenly collapsing without a trace, leaving me slightly suspended in the air by the tendrils. I whimpered as I noticed my pussy was soaking wet, though by the residue of the gel or my own enjoyment was impossible to tell; but it was enough for the blue

“To see if I wanted to go to the movies with her and her mom. I told her I had you here and she said you could come.” She jumped off her bed. “I told her we’d be over in a few hours because,” she flipped her hair, “It takes time to make me gorgeous.” She giggled and I laughed along with her. We both got up to get ready.

“But I don’t want to get in trouble.” Trouble, what was she talking about. I had been a horrible kid but never had anything bad happen. She had never done anything bad so of course she was worried. I doubt the teachers would do much even if she was caught.

I was born out of a hole, yep, that's right, a hole. An average, normal, mediocre, hole. A hole in my home town of Hooper, Nebraska. A hole. Am I happy or sad, I honestly don't know. Im also orange and good for your eye sight. Don't stick me IN your eyes, for that's not good for you. Let me introduce myself, i'm Carl the carrot.