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hey hey so i started taking this creative writing course at school (phoenix university)(it's a on the line school for gifteds) and this is my first paper i will turn in.  i thought that maybe "u" the listener might want to read it before it gets to my teacher (she is kind of mean):

CHAPTER 1:

7 o'clock in the morning and the rays from the sun wake me
I'm stretching and yawning in a bed that don’t belong to me
Then a voice yells “good morning darling” from the bathroom
Then she comes out and kisses me and to my surprise she isn’t you
Now I've got this dumb look on my face like “what have I done”?
How could I be so stupid to have been laid in to the morning sun
Must have lost the track of time, oh what was on my mind?
From the club went to her home, didn’t plan to stay that long
Here I am quickly trying to put on my clothes
Searching for my car keys trying to get on up out the door
Then she stretched her hands in front of me
Said “you can’t go this way”
Looked at her like she was crazy
Said “woman move out my way”
I Said “I got a wife at home”
She said “please don’t go out there”
“Lady I’ve got to get home”
She said her husband was coming from the stairs
“?? quiet, hurry up and get in the closet”
She said “don’t you make a sound or some ____ is going down
I Said “why don’t I just go out the window”
“yes, except for one thing, we’re on the 5th floor”
Think, think… “quick put me in the closet”
And now I'm in this darkest closet trying to figure out
Just how I'm gonna get my crazy ass out this house
And he walks in and yells “I’m home”
She says “honey I'm in the room”
He walks in there with a smile on his face saying “honey I've been missing you”
She hops all over him and says “I've cooked and ran your bathwater”
I'm telling you now this girl is so good she deserves an Oscar
The girl’s in the bed he starts snatching her clothes off
I'm in the closet like man, what the f_ck is going on?
You’re not going to believe it but things get deeper as the story goes on
Next thing you know a call comes through on my cell phone
I tried my best to quickly put it on vibrate
But from the way he acted I could tell it was too late
He hopped up and said “there’s a mystery going on and I'm going to solve it”
And I'm like “God please don’t let this man open his closet”
He walks in the bathroom and looks behind the door
She says “baby come back to bed”
He says “say no more”
He pulls back the shower curtain while she’s biting her nails
Then he walks back to the room. Right now I'm sweating like hell
Checks under the bed (bed)
then under the dresser (dresser)
He looks at the closet (closet)
I pull out my berretta (berretta)
He walks up to the closet (closet)
He’s close up to the closet (closet)
Now he’s at the closet (closet)
Now he’s opening the closet (closet, closet, closet)

it's kind of a cliffhander.  i'm thinking about writing more chapters to it if the teacher (msr. letourneau) loves it.  what do u think?

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CHAPTER 2

Well now he’s staring at me like as if he was staring in the mirror
She yells, “Honey let me explain”
He says, “You don’t have to go no further”
“I can clearly see what’s going on behind my back, in my bed, in my home”
Then I said, “wait a minute now hold on”
I said, “Mister we can work this out”
She said “honey don’t lose control”
I tried to get him to calm down
He said “oh I should have known
That you would go and do some bogus shit up in my house
But the Christian in me gave you the benefit of the doubt”
I said “we need to resolve this”
And he stepped to me I’m like “whoa
There’s a reason I’m in this closet”
He says “yeah? What are you talking clothes?”
“I met this girl at the bodja club and she told me she didn’t have a man”
Then he said “man please I'd kill you if you didn’t have that gun in your hand”
And then I said “but your chick chose me”
He said “don’t give me that mack shit please”
His phone goes off and then things get a little more interesting
He steps a little closer I point my gun and say “I’m not the one you after”
He says “something I bet you didn’t know my man… Did she tell you that I was a pastor?”
I said “well good that’s better right? Why can't we handle this Christian-like?”
And I started to put the gun down until I saw his face still had a frown
She started crying "saying “baby I’m sorry”
Then he said “baby not as sorry as you’re gonna be”
I started inching out
He says “no I want you to see this”
He said “I gotta get out this house, and not ‘til I reveal this secret”
I'm like “what is going on inside his head?”
Then he takes his phone and calls someone up himself
“Hello” (hello?)
“Baby?” (aha)
“Turn the car around” (what’s going on over there?)
“Listen, I just need for you to get right back here now”
He looks at me and says “well since we’re all coming out the closet
I'm not about to be the only one that’s broken-hearted”
She said “what do you mean?”
He said “just wait and see”
I said “somebody better talk to me”
And then his phone rings
He picks up and somebody says “sweetheart I'm downstairs”
And he’s like “I’ll buzz you up
I'm on the 5th floor hurry take the stairs”
And I'm like “who is this mystery lady that you’re talking to?”
And he says “in time you both will know the shocking truth
Baby this is something I’ve been wanting to get off my chest for a long, long time”
And I said “nigga I'm gonna shoot you both if you don’t say what’s on your mind”
He said “wait I hear somebody coming up the stairs”
And I'm looking at the door
He says “I think you better sit down in the chair”
I said “I'm gonna count to 4”
“1…”
he says “mister wait!”
“2…”
he says “please don’t shoot”
“3…”
"he says “don’t shoot me”
“4…”
She screams
Then a knock on the door
The gun’s in my hand
He opens the door
I’ll be goddammned it’s a man
(man… man… man…)

So what do you think?  I am getting pretty good at character development, no?  i still cannot believe his phone was not on vibrate! oh well...

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more to come...

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NIKE

DARE I SAY, CHAPTER 4?????????????

The next day, Gaston wandered through the village grumbling angrily to himself. Being a ghost, he was not visible to the townspeople who lived there. The only place he could materialize was in the castle where Belle and the Prince lived. He had been planning how to get Belle for a long time. Even when he was alive, he had planned on putting Belle's father in an asylum unless Belle agreed to marry him. That plan backfired when Belle showed Gaston in a magic mirror that the Beast her father spoke of was real. Another reason Gaston wanted Belle was for revenge on the Beast. For once, he was out of ideas. Feeling frustrated, he decided to go to the tavern. It had looked different since he died. His favorite bear-skinned chair had been pushed to the wall. A wreath was placed in the center of it. As usual, the Bimbette girls were weeping hysterically on the arms of the chair. "Why...did...he...have...to...die!" sobbed one. "It's no fair!"cried another. "It's all her fault!" exclaimed the third. "If only he had wanted to marry me instead of that bookworm brat, Belle!" Gaston approached the girls, but they could neither see nor hear him. They only noticed the chill in the air from Gaston's presence. Suddenly a sheet of aged paper drifted to Gaston's feet. It was transparent like he was. Gaston bent down to pick it up and found to his suprise that he was able to touch it. "Hmmmm," he mumbled as he began to read it. Gaston could not read very well, but he knew enough to understand what it said. "Need to cause trouble for someone? Come see Mr. Demone for all your ghostly magic! Tonight, in the woods. Look for the glowing cottage." Gaston grinned and chuckled to himself. It seemed that he would get Belle after all. He waited for nightfall, and then he headed into the woods carrying the advertisement. It wasn't too hard to find the cottage. Gaston tramped to the door of the little brown house and knocked. An evil looking man with a thin mustache and a small pointed beard opened the door. "Ah," he said, "I've been expecting you. Come in!" He opened the door wider and motioned for Gaston to follow him in. His home was filled with sinister old skulls, glowing potions in bottles, and an ominous mist coming from a strange fire that seemed to fill the house. "Are you Mr. Demone?" asked Gaston. "At your service." replied the man. "So, you want the girl, do you?" "How did you know?" asked Gaston. "Never mind that." Mr. Demone replied, "You should have known you couldn't kill her with your bare hands. I could've told you that." "Then how can I kill her?" "You can't. But, you can steal her soul! It just so happens that I have a potion I can give you that will do just that!" "What's the price? I'll pay anything!" Gaston cried. "No price." replied Mr. Demone. "You'll be helping me more than you know!" "Wait. Why would you be willing to help me?" Gaston smirked. "That's not important." Mr. Demone pulled out a small bottle filled with an iredesent green liquid from underneath his coat. "You see this?" He held the bottle up. "This is going to make your dream come true! Just one drop on your damsile's chest, and her soul will be free from her body. I personally think you'd be doing her a favor. Who needs a body anyway?" An evil grin spread across Gaston's face as he carefully took the little bottle from Mr. Demone's hands. "Oh, one more thing." Mr. Demone reached into the other side of his coat and pulled out a large heart shaped locket on a thick gold chain. "You need to capture her sprit by turning this tiny key in the back. A word of caution. This potion does not kill, it only removes the soul. Break the locket, and her soul reunites with her body." Gaston grabbed the locket, thanked Mr. Demone, and trudged back towards the town imagining the following night when Belle would finally be his.

here's the art for that one:

keep reaping and we'll keep sowing... OUR DEMON SEEDE!

until next time, grow up and deal with it.

one more for the road:

Mrs. Potts:
Tale as old as time
True as it can be
Barely even friends
Then somebody bends
Unexpectedly.
Just a little change
Small to say the least
Both a little scared
Neither one prepared
Beauty and the Beast.
Ever just the same
Ever a surprise
Ever as before
Ever just as sure
As the sun will rise.
Tale as old as time
Tune as old as song
Bittersweet and strange
Finding you can change
Learning you were wrong.
Certain as the sun
Rising in the east
Tale as old as time
Song as old as rhyme
Beauty and the Beast.
Tale as old as time
Song as old as rhyme
Beauty and the Beast.
Off to the cupboard with you now, Chip.
It's past your bedtime. Good night, love.

and goodnight to you, web