Short Story Of Mr. Wrong Huey: Ring, Ring

It all began with a simple phone call one night after dinner, “Joe,” my father hollered up the stairs, “it’s for you. It’s Jackie, and she sounds upset.” As I came downstairs to pick up the phone, I was not happy. I was tired and had looked forward to a nice quiet evening at home, not another stupid adventure with Jackie.

It all began with a simple phone call one night after dinner. “John,” my father hollered up the stairs, “It’s for you. It’s Jackie, and she sounds distressed.” As I came down the stairs to pick up the phone, I was not happy. I was tired and had looked forward to a nice quiet evening at home, not another stupid adventure with Jackie.

I had heard very little of the situation that Emmett was in, I didn’t think no one would come to my house because of it, especially at the hour of the day it was. At the time of the crime, I was preaching to a group in the local church, I had no idea what was going on outside, him and his friends were supposed to be in there but they mustv’e left during it when I wasn’t looking. Later that day I had heard that 8 friends plus Emmett had cause a little trouble by whistling at a cashier, Emmett was apparently the only one who did this crime but the others has been egging him on. I was gonna tell him off because thats a real danger down her in Money, Mississippi, its not as bad in Chicago where he’s living at the moment but he just don’t know that. He’s not used to living in such a segregated area but I still didn’t think he would be so stupid to flirt with a white cashier. I hope that he arrives home soon, I was supposed to look after him and

Hey little brother sorry you can't call. I don't have any money on the phone. I haven't spoken with Mj in a month. I am so heartbroken. Your wife told me the great news and I am so happy for you both. Like I told Lamont I really don't talk to no one in Michigan. Kristy (1-2 times a week) Aretha and Fred (every other 3-4 months) maybe. Mom and Cass never. So that's that. You, Lamont and Mj are my concerns as long as you all let me be in your lives I will be. I love all my family dearly; however, along the way we have lost vital parts of who we are as a family. I think long incarcerations have made some feel that they are not family. Many people have forgotten who they are as simply Africans but on a basic level in this family we have forgotten

This is Beechwood 2-0828. It’s all been very sudden. He was killed just six days ago in an automobile accident on the Brooklyn Bridge. The call operator interrupt saying my three minutes was up. And so, I am sitting here in this deserted camp in Gallup, New Mexico. I am trying to get a hold of myself so I won’t go mad. I have to go home to mother and tell her i’m not dead. So I got in the car and started driving as fast I could to her house. Then suddenly I saw the old man in the middle of the road but i kept driving until I was to my mothers house. I stopped only four times to eat and sleep that's all I had to see her and tell her i'm not dead. During my trip back home I would see the man with fresh raindrops on this raincoat every twenty miles. I was

I coulda made somethin' of myself." I said darkly, "Maybe I will yet." And then my words tumbled out in a passion of communication, as though I hurried before my listener could be taken away. "I lived right in Salinas," I said. "Come there when I was a kid. Well, a show come through, an' I met one of the

The next morning I  was going in  everyone looking at me, wearing the same clothes as yesterday, Peter appreciated me and said here we found out  something you might want to know. We stepped into a different room and  I sat down, Peter and Loss both looked at me.We have a suspect interrogation. His name is Joe Barley he was the last person your daughter Bailey texted right before she got killed. We can attempt to talk to him. As we walked in I said Joe Barley why were you texting Bailey Moon at 9:56 last night before she got killed!! Me and Bailey are good friends I would never purposely  try to hurt her in anyway. You did not answer my question, why did you text Bailey at 9:56 the night she was killed! Joe started to tumble over his words,

It’s the next day, a chilly, yet humid Saturday. We only have that one piece of bread. Poppa didn’t eat yesterday. I can tell he’s acting a little differently. Fleetwood’s crabbier than yesterday, and that takes a lot to be worse than yesterday. I don’t even know what to do. It was later, at around 11:30, and Poppa and Fleetwood were in an argument, God knows what about. I was in the basement, because some dust got inside, and I was using cloth to cover up the holes. I heard my name get thrown around multiple times, so I went up the stairs to hear more. “You can’t let all of us suffer like this!,” Fleetwood shouted. “There is nothing I can do. It’s the matter that I can’t even walk around the house to check the chickens!” I feel bad, because this isn’t a good time to be living in this house. At the same time, both of them said the worst thing possible. “Send

I had to tell the gang about Johnny's death. It frightened me to tell them, I didn't know how they'd react. Once I told them, they didn't openly express their emotions, but I knew later in private they would. Then, we got a telephone call. Dally had contacted us from a phone booth, telling us how he had robbed a grocery store and how now the cops are after him. Figures, that Dally would do something so reckless. We met him at the lot, where the police were chasing him. He swiftly pulled his gun out that he used as a bluff from his waistband, as my eyes widened in fear. Only Johnny and I knew that the gun he carried was unloaded. The policemen fired at Dally and just like that the gang had lost another member. I then comprehended that Dally

‘Beep’
I answered the intercom.
“Mr. and Mrs. Taylor are here regarding their missing son” answered Sally, my assistant.
I signaled her to send them in. They entered with a melancholy look on their faces. Hand in hand they had a puppy like look that I couldn’t say no to. So with comfort and reassurance I urged them to share their horrific story. The story was that Matt; the Taylor’s son was reported
missing a few days ago. He was let go from school but never turned up at home. I assured them that I will do all that I can do and sent them home.

The case wasn’t that unique as there have been many disappearances and kidnappings in this town. Most of the kids are just trying to get out of this unexciting and dreary town or just wanted to get away

So he said okay and went to the bathroom and remember where he remember her from and why they have the same last name it was his sister and haven’t seen her for 10 years because she got taken by social service and now working at a gas station. He told her that he was her brother and she was surprised and started crying and sobbing so did he they started taking and what he was doing. He told her that he was a gang member and had some money for her to come move to Atlanta with him. She thought and asked him how much money you have he said I have 1.5 million in the car I drove here. She was surprised and said okay and they left. They start to chat and have a couple of small talk conversation and half of the way she was asleep. They got to Atlanta and went to his gang and gave them the money and where surprised he pulled it off with the whole package across the country. He was really happy because he got 450k for that job which gave him a lot of money to take care of his sister. As he was going to his sister another gang member from a different gang saw what he had and robbed him and shot him 3 times. The police got there and found he was dead and called his sister to come verify the body. She came and crying her eyes like her eyes were about fall out. She remember when she was working at a gas station now she got

I was in the field with Grampa collecting eggs to take over to Mr. Wilsons. All of a sudden we heard a gunshot. We weren’t surprised we knew it was Keet playing with his .22 rifle again. Then, we heard another shot. Grampa told me to take the eggs, me! I did not want to go over to Mr. Wilson’s at all. When I arrived at Mr. Wilson’s he was yelling at Keet and he took his rifle because his shots broke a window. Keet was crying like a baby. I left the eggs on the floor and ran, Lucky and Rufus the dogs chasing after me. Seconds later Keet burst out furious. I dove into the bushes to hide. Rufus sniffed out my hiding spot luckily Keet didn't see me. I went back home and found Kimi on the steps looking sad. To cheer her

Out of nowhere someone came behind me and squeezed me and picked me up. It was my brother. Me and my brother have a really great bond. He isn't like every older mean brother. He watches out for me and i love him so much. He’s like a best friend but even better. BUB! I hugged him. He let me down and hugged my mother. “Where is your father” asked mom. John looked at her and his face went pale.”He didn’t make it” he said.

Officer Standridge was informed that Lilianna (Anna) Rojas was at her house located at 2610 Gibson St in Muskogee, OK, when her step brother, Sydnie Washington, approached Anna and told her he wanted to have sex with her. Anna went on to explain Sydnie had been drinking with her parents, Chris and Kayla Washington. Anna stated Sydnie was drunk and told Anna that he wanted to have sexc with her, since

“Where have you been?” I hear the second I walk through the front door. My hand slowly crept its way across the wall struggling to find the light switch. I turned it on fully expecting to see my Aunt sitting in the living room with her arms cross and a stern look on her face. Instead, I flick it on to see my cousin standing right beside me with a worried look on her face. “I thought something happened when you didn’t come home. The town is so small you couldn’t possibly get lost. So a kidnapping was the only rational solution,” she blurted.