Thank You MaAm Short Story

It all began when a young boy named Roger came upon an old lady walking along the road. Her name was Ms. Jones. He decided to try run up and take her purse away from her. The weight of the purse and the boy, caused the boy to fall, and not follow through with his plan.

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Out in the night Roger waiting for his next victim Mrs. Jones walks past and there he goes as fast as his small, nimble body could carry him, he grabs the purse and with all the weight of her unintendedly heavy pocket book and her heavy self he fell fast. Roger starts to understand what just happens, but it was too late, he was already being held by his collar. Roger started to feel hot in the face in which he figured they could easily see, but all he wanted was to be let go. Mrs. Jones started ranting again about how his face was dirty, but that didn’t matter to him, he had even told her he wasn’t hungry that was a bad lie, he was starving, but no matter what he could not change Mrs. Jones mind he was going home with her to wash his face and eat some nice food he stared at the door as she turned him loose but he didn’t run so he washed his face. Roger sat where she could not see him and decided to move to show trust.

“Katy get down here and take out this trash!” said Scott Waters an aging man sitting I his recliner as he changes the channels. “Alright!” Said his daughter from the stairs behind him. Since the garbage can is in the front yard sitting on the curb Katy used the front door to haul the bags of trash. As Katy was struggling she noticed a kid her age of a brown complexion walking towards her "Here let me help with that shawty” As Katy tugged away in fear she says “No! I got it.” The kid took a step back to observe her attempting to lift the overweight bags. Of course Katy’s scrawny pale arms could not lift them over the rim of the garbage can; chuckles came from the strangers bright teeth as he assisted her. She took a moment to glance at the boy and noticed he seemed a

A mother and her two children, Emma and Rose, are playing on the swings in a neighborhood park. Suddenly, Emma does a flip off the swings, landing on her knees by a man who is sitting on a park bench and glaring at Emma. Consequently, Emma’s mom, who is anxious because of the look that this stranger gave her younger daughter, makes an impulsive decision to leave the park and spend their afternoon at a nearby Chuck-E-Cheese instead. This hasty decision made by Emma’s mother would not have been considered hadn’t that man, a stranger, threaten Emma.

Mrs. Cade was waiting on the porch for Johnny. “Stupid hoodlum out late again.” She thought to herself. She took another drink from her whiskey bottle and stared at Johnny. “Where you been boy?” She asked drunkenly. I sighed at looked at her. “At the movies mother.” I mumbled twiddling with my fingers. Mrs. Cade grabbed a broom and hit him on top of the head with it. “Get in the house and straight to your room.”

Another lady figured the kid’s mothers knew where they were so she didn’t feel the need to intrude. With no interference from anyone the boys continued on playing around and the train began to slow down and as it was slowing down the lady who was afraid of embarrassment, saw the boys jerk forward and backward and grab the swinging guard chains. The lady then decided it was finally time to save the boys for good so she stood up determined as ever and went over to the boys and said, "You boys will be hurt. You'll be killed.

I n the story thank you mam there was a boy name roger and, a women name Mrs. Jones. Roger wanted a pair of suede shoes, and thought he had to steal to get them. One day Mrs. Jones was walking the street, and Roger came by and tried to run off with her purse. It all went down when Roger slipped and fell. Mrs. Jones walked over and stepped right in Roger chest while she took her purse. She asked why you tried to steal my purse he had no answer, so she jacked him up and off they went. Once Mrs. Jones and roger reached their destination her house, she gave roger a towel, because his face was dirty. Roger wasn’t worried about anything but was Mrs. Jones going to take him to

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“Here,” the child stuck out her arm with a clenched fist in front of the man. “It’s my allowance,” she simply stated, the man began to smile crookedly lowering his weapon, a bit, as he placed an outstretched hand to obtain the girl’s allowance. When nothing fell from her open palm, the “thug” -enraged- pulled the trigger, but the girl was quicker; she spun allowing her leg to swiftly high kick him back against the cold brick wall. Before he could regain himself, he heard a clicking coming from the

In the short story "Thank You Ma'am" by Langston Hughes readers first think that the little boy Roger is a thief, but he most definitely does not stay one. Mrs. Luella Bates Washington Jones changes little Roger for the better. To start, in the beginning of the story Roger has no money. He is broke and has no family what so ever. So the fact that Mrs. Jones is bringing him into her own home and feeding him, washing him, and giving him money should mean a lot for Roger. To start, in the beginning of the story Roger needs money. He is poor and has no family. So instead of asking Mrs. Jones, he attempts to rob her on the corner of the street at 11pm and tries to take her purse. In the end he does not succeed. By the end of the short story, Roger knows right from wrong since Mrs. Jones gave him a tough lesson on how to behave in life. He doesn't try to escape from her when he has the chance, he actually makes sure Mrs. Jones trust him. He is also very polite to the woman and could not stop saying thank you for the food, money, and for washing his face.

Does anything in our reality truly exist? That is a question I find myself pondering on. It seems if you go to questioning things too much, you find loose ends that can't be tied up. I know what you're thinking, "Just stop questioning stuff." My line of work is all about questioning, I'm a detective. I question everything so that the loose ends can be tied up. Although you always have those mysteries that seem uncrackable. Like the case I'm investigating now.

In a small town where nothing ever happened, a girl named Macy, spent her days going to school, going to work or hanging out with her friends. Macy was average height, had shoulder length brown hair and was a good student. Macy’s friend, Mary was always trying to set her up with guys to try to help her get out of her comfort zone and to live a little. She didn’t have a car yet so she got rides with Mary, so she could get to work after school. One day, when Macy needed a ride to work after school, she asked Mary to take her home. Since Mary had to take another girl home as well, they were in the school’s parking lot waiting.

In the story” Thank you ma’am” there was a little a little boy and his name was roger and he was poor .He wanted some blue suede shoes .So he was walking down the street and saw a lady walking with a “large purse that had everything in it but hammer and nails”. It had a long strap and miss Jones the lady that had the purse .Then the boy ran up behind her and grab the purse. The scrap broke with a single tug that the boy gave it from behind .but, the boys weight and the weight of the purse combined and made him lose his balance. Then he fell on the ground and she kicked him and then, she reached down and picked him up by his shirt and shacked him until his teeth rattled. Then she stopped and ask why did he do that. He said he wanted some

The lady had just come from the store to cook something. When suddenly a boy tries to steal her purse but fails and fell. She jacked him up, talked to him, and invited him in. She let him clean himself up and she said why’d you try to steal my purse and who you lived with. He told her his name as did she to him hers was Mrs. Jones and his was Roger. He said he wanted the purse for some blue suede shoes. She gave him ten dollars and they parted ways.