Homeless for a Fortnight-- Chapter Three by Oreo9238, literature
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Homeless for a Fortnight-- Chapter Three
DeGroot’s already wide grin broke into a beaming smile. “Great!” he cried, his voice teeming with energy and excitement. “I’ll just need you anyway your parents to sign these forms.”
He slid a stack of papers across the table towards Edmund and Edmund picked the top one and carefully scanned it.
Growing up with paranoid parents had led Edmund to always read the fine print, so, before signing, he did just that.
Miniscule type near the bottom caught his eye:
Upon agreement to these terms, the participant will be immediately ejected from their house and home town.
He slappe
Homeless for a Fortnight-- Chapter Two by Oreo9238, literature
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Homeless for a Fortnight-- Chapter Two
The door to the garage slammed shut. Edmund, lying on his bed, shut his eyes tightly. His dad was home.
Footsteps sounded in the hallway, then there was a light tapping on Edmund’s door. Without waiting for a reply, Edmund’s father turned the doorknob and gently pushed the door open, entering the room.
“We force you to do things that you don’t want to do? I do not think so...”
Edmund didn’t move. He heard the scraping of a chair against the floor. He threw his hands over his face. “Yeah, Dad, you do.” Sitting up, he opened his eyes. “You’re always telling
Homeless for a Fortnight-- Chapter One by Oreo9238, literature
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Homeless for a Fortnight-- Chapter One
The crack of a bat filled the air and the ball soared through the sky. It took Edmund less than a second to calculate where it would land. Yanking his cap lower over his eyes, he sprinted across the grass to get underneath it in time. The ball made a satisfying thump as it landed in his glove.
It would have been nice if that was the catch that won the game, but it simply ended the inning. Still holding the baseball, he walked off the field triumphantly.
“Hey, bro! Nice catch!” The team pitcher and Edmund’s closest friend, Mickey Wright, punched Edmund in the shoulder. Edmund grabbed his water bottle and,
Homeless for a Fortnight-- Prologue by Oreo9238, literature
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Homeless for a Fortnight-- Prologue
The boy bolted upright to the din of frenzied barking and gnashing teeth. Heart pounding, he scrambled to his feet, the thin blanket he had been sleeping under slipping to the ground. Something moved in the shadows of a nearby building. The darkness surrounded the boy like a thick cloud, a fog omitting any traces of human life.
The dogs were just like him— tired and hungry, and the boy, thin as he was, was the most meat that they could find on the streets.
Terrified, the boy backed up silently, turned, and began to run as fast as he could, his arms pumping by his sides. The only sounds were his shallow breathing and the distan
The Trumpet Shall Sound (One way or another) by Oreo9238, literature
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The Trumpet Shall Sound (One way or another)
When I was eleven years old, I was told by my orchestra conductor that we were playing selections from Handel’s Messiah for our winter concert. He informed me that we would be playing The Trumpet Shall Sound, because he wanted to feature me.
I had joined CPYO (California Philharmonic Youth Orchestra) when I was ten and had been playing trumpet for a year and a half. I was second chair out of two trumpets, behind a boy who spent most of his time on his phone. A few months later, he moved to Korea and I took his spot as principal player.
I could tell that my conductor admired my talent, but perhaps he misjudged how well I could pl
Homeless for a Fortnight-- Chapter Three by Oreo9238, literature
Literature
Homeless for a Fortnight-- Chapter Three
DeGroot’s already wide grin broke into a beaming smile. “Great!” he cried, his voice teeming with energy and excitement. “I’ll just need you anyway your parents to sign these forms.”
He slid a stack of papers across the table towards Edmund and Edmund picked the top one and carefully scanned it.
Growing up with paranoid parents had led Edmund to always read the fine print, so, before signing, he did just that.
Miniscule type near the bottom caught his eye:
Upon agreement to these terms, the participant will be immediately ejected from their house and home town.
He slappe
Homeless for a Fortnight-- Chapter Two by Oreo9238, literature
Literature
Homeless for a Fortnight-- Chapter Two
The door to the garage slammed shut. Edmund, lying on his bed, shut his eyes tightly. His dad was home.
Footsteps sounded in the hallway, then there was a light tapping on Edmund’s door. Without waiting for a reply, Edmund’s father turned the doorknob and gently pushed the door open, entering the room.
“We force you to do things that you don’t want to do? I do not think so...”
Edmund didn’t move. He heard the scraping of a chair against the floor. He threw his hands over his face. “Yeah, Dad, you do.” Sitting up, he opened his eyes. “You’re always telling
Homeless for a Fortnight-- Chapter One by Oreo9238, literature
Literature
Homeless for a Fortnight-- Chapter One
The crack of a bat filled the air and the ball soared through the sky. It took Edmund less than a second to calculate where it would land. Yanking his cap lower over his eyes, he sprinted across the grass to get underneath it in time. The ball made a satisfying thump as it landed in his glove.
It would have been nice if that was the catch that won the game, but it simply ended the inning. Still holding the baseball, he walked off the field triumphantly.
“Hey, bro! Nice catch!” The team pitcher and Edmund’s closest friend, Mickey Wright, punched Edmund in the shoulder. Edmund grabbed his water bottle and,
Homeless for a Fortnight-- Prologue by Oreo9238, literature
Literature
Homeless for a Fortnight-- Prologue
The boy bolted upright to the din of frenzied barking and gnashing teeth. Heart pounding, he scrambled to his feet, the thin blanket he had been sleeping under slipping to the ground. Something moved in the shadows of a nearby building. The darkness surrounded the boy like a thick cloud, a fog omitting any traces of human life.
The dogs were just like him— tired and hungry, and the boy, thin as he was, was the most meat that they could find on the streets.
Terrified, the boy backed up silently, turned, and began to run as fast as he could, his arms pumping by his sides. The only sounds were his shallow breathing and the distan
Help I have a DeviantArt but I can't art
I'm not bad I guess
but I have this issue that I always befriend FABULOUS ARTISTS like Heenifer (https://www.deviantart.com/heenifer) and CairolingH (https://www.deviantart.com/cairolingh) and MikkiKatt (https://www.deviantart.com/mikkikatt).
And really I never should have JOINED DA because I'm more of a musician.
I posted a different journal entry before with my composition website but in case you can't find it: www.michellewrotedismusic.blogspot.com
yeah it's a free blog because I'm broke
ANYWAY I compose music and play trumpet and write some. So I guess most of my deviations are writing. And no art. Because I can't art.
MAYBE I'LL ART SOMETIME LATER OKAY