yes, here's an example of my work:
Papa burst through the door with a belt in his hand, slapping it heavily against the couch, trying to scare me. He's been doing this since I was young enough to still chew on his belt. Now I know to run. He slapped it against the olive green leather couch, attempting to hit me. It was too close, so I ran. I fled through the rugged back door. I felt his breath down my neck. I had adrenaline, and ran faster that I ever have. I leaped over a large brown rock and felt a sharp pain on my lower thigh.
"You idi-" Papa was cut off by a bang. He drooped to the dusty ground.
"PAPA!" I turned to see that he had a sticky red fluid oozing out of his ear. "Papa... Papa... PAPA!" I whined into his unharmed ear. "Pa-"
"Crete." he was crying. I've never seen Papa cry. "Crete, listen, get your butt off this lot and run to your Aunt Lin. She lives three streets down. her house is-" He slumped even farther down. I caught him. "Her house is the green one... tell her to come here now. I nee-" I felt Papa die. I've never seen anyone die, and never felt somebody die either. I set him down gently on the dirt and ran towards the rising, blazing sun ahead. I p*censored*ed two streets successfully and slowed down to a quick jog. My lungs were aching with a sharp pain. I started slowing down to a walk and heard another bang. I stopped in my tracks to see a man, with a revolver in hand. I was at gun point. My feet wanted to run, my heart wanted to surrender, and my mind was dazed and confused. My flight instinct took over and I crawled up a near by ladder which was attached to a green house that was next to me. The higher I climbed, the lighter I felt. Climbing, climbing, climbing until I reached the top. I scurried to the other side of the roof and looked down. I wasn't too high up... Maybe two stories at the most. I was about to jump, but a middle aged woman stopped me. I quickly looked at her. Had she been up here the whole time?
Thats a half-ish page from my story Con Crete... I turned it in in english for extra credit and my english teacher wanted to find a place to put it up... and it was where everyone could read it, in the cafeteria.... of course it was longer, over 3 pages to be exact..
So anyway, If you want a story for your pet, just tell me this about it:
Name:
Nickname:
Color:
Age:
Personality:
Gender:
Setting:
Other:
And of coures you shall pay me... nothing fancy, just some TU , this is how you rate it... 100k is a 10/10 90k= 9/10 and so on and so forth. If you REALLY love it, through in a tip, I dun care. Shanks...
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