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Post by jakeismylover1234 on Mar 7, 2007 13:22:50 GMT -5
this story dedcated to all the writers on here that are better than me. hope to be like ya! it's basted on a country farm south story: A time were no buddy is out there. who would i trust? my mom was outside as a worker in our garden and my dad was sick. alone in my farm range i hhad nuthing. 'stop stalling!" called my dad. even tho he was sik he was relaly annoying. i didn't want him to die, but it was hard taking car of him. "soup, son!" i made soup! i gave to him. "thanks for the soup, son!" he was hard of hearing. "pa, i needs help frum a wise older one like you" i cried. "what, son?" he squintzed. he dint hear me!!! "i want to get out of the town and be sumthin, i'm 13 already! pa!" i felt like i hurt his fillings. he frownd. "i love you son," he sed. 'i love you too,' i says, ' pa?!' he cloze his eyes. 'pa?!' he was dead. to be contined....
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Post by jakeismylover1234 on Mar 7, 2007 22:57:05 GMT -5
Chapter 2
"Pa is dead." i sadi to ma. she was clipn hedges.
"What? no he not." she kep clipn them.
"uh... ma. pa is dead.''
'' uh... no he not.''
''ma. pa isnt movin.''
''are you trin to scar me?"
finly she came and looked and shye faintedf.
''oh no, pa is dead and ma is on the floot.''
all by myself i stood in the old farm range.
who wud i turn to?
suddenly, a bang at the door, but we liv all by ourself on the farm. can anyone be around?
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Post by jakeismylover1234 on Mar 10, 2007 21:32:15 GMT -5
It was checkedy, the old station driver from the train.
"whats the hollerin-ba-hoopla?!" he yelled with he had a climate catcher in his hadn! he luvved the weather and to catch the data of it.
"my pa...my... ma" i stuged to speak.
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