The Underwear Drawer..

There once was a guy named Marcus Smith. He was a young man who was in his first year of college at the University of Alabama. He earned a football scholarship that payed for all of his school needs and wants. He stayed in one of the fraternity homes on campus, but little did he know was the fact that his new fraternity had a reputation for playing pranks on freshmen. He was about a month into his stay at the home and things were going pretty well for him, but things would change pretty soon as Marcus was on his way home from football practice.

"Phew.. I'm so tired.. I can't believe Coach made us run so much today.."  Marcus said as he walked sat back in his new car's seat and took a deep sigh. "Man, I don't know if I wanna keep playing football if we practice like that before a game-day." He stuck the keys in the ignition and the car's engine roared to life. He stepped on the gas and sped out of the parking lot of the football team's practice field toward his fraternity home.

As he opened the door to the house, a slurred voice greeted him. "Wassup Marcus!! How ya been bro?" It was Marcus's dorm mate Thomas. "I'm alright man.. just a little tired from practice.. how do you think you did on that test we had in psychology earlier today?" Marcus replied. Thomas took a sip of his sprite and then looked back up at Marcus. "Maaaaannnnn, I bombed the hell outta that thing..I didn't have a clue about what was on there. I should've studied. How about you?" He asked. "Same here man.. I don't think I did too hot on that test either.. But I'll catch you later man.. I have a game tomorrow.." Marcus replied. "Alright man.." Thomas went back to staring at the large television in the middle of the room.

Marcus slowly dragged up the stairway towards his room. He stopped for a second and listened for a second. He heard footsteps walking in his bedroom. "What's going on?" He mumbled to himself. He slowly began to open the door and without a sound slipped in. The sound became a little louder. Marcus realized  that the noise was coming from his closet. He grabbed a nearby shoe and began to slowly tip toe towards his closet door. He waited for a few more seconds and then at the last second pulled the door open and let out a roar of anger. To his surprise he saw one of his dorm-mates going through his underwear.

"Philip? What are you doing in my closet?' Marcus said as he backed away from his embarrassed dorm mate. "Well Marcus.. me and the boys were gonna prank you as apart of you being a freshman.. but you came home earlier than we expected.. haha.." 

HIdden Treasure

"Mom, when are we gonna be at Grandpa Richard's house?" Tommy said as the blue van moved slowly down the rural road. "We'll be there before you know it, just wait a little while longer." His mother said. "Well I'm tired of waiting and sitting in this car for the past two hours! This is lame!" Tommy retorted. " First of all, watch your tone... and secondly we've only been in the car for 30 minutes... Didn't you learn how to tell time in school?" Tommy's mother chuckled. "What's so funny?" Tommy said in an irritated voice. His mother bursted into laughter as Tommy sat back and pouted as he looked through the car window at a large red barn.

"Okay Tommy, wake up!" His mother said excitedly. "Huh? What's going on?" Tommy muttered to himself as he woke from his slumber. He unbuckled his seatbelt and looked around at his surroundings. To is surprise he discovered that they had made it to his Grandfather's illustrious mansion. "Woah..." He whispered in awe as he observed the towering figure of the tall mansion. It was a large home made from brownish-red bricks that looked very expensive. The front yard was filled with lush, geen grasss that appeared as if it was very well taken care of. Tommy opened the door of the car and began to walk towards the burgundy front door of the mansion with his mother.

"Wow, this is the biggest house I've ever seen." Tommy said in amazement as his mother rang the doorbell. The bell chimed a magnificent ring. "Son.. I want you to be on your best behavior for your grandparents. Don't touch anything unless they give you permission and make sure you use your manners." Tommy's mother said sternly as Grandpa Richard opened the door. "Martha! I haven't seen you in a while!" He said happily. "Dad! I'm sorry I haven't been able to visit you lately. I've been very busy with my job... Tommy say hello to your Grandpa." Tommy looked up at the tall, gray bearded figure of his grandfather. "Hey, how are ya little man?' His Grandpa said playfully. "I'm doing good Grandpa." Tommy replied. The old man observed Tommy for a moment and then said, "Wow! You've grown so much since the last time I saw you...What kind of food has your mom been feeding you?" He snickered.  Tom giggled a little bit . "How about you come with me for a little while. I have something cool to show you... Martha you go relax in the house." Grandpa Richard said excitedly.

"Where are we going Gramps?" Tommy said out of curiousity. They walked down to the large garage at the side of the brick home. "It's a surprise haha." Richard replied in a jolly manner. He pulled out a golden garage opener and pressed it down. The garage opened slowly. There was a cherry red vintage convertible car that looked as if it came straight from an auto show. "Woah!" Tommy said excitedly. My father passed this car down to me... but I've never driven it. I' m going to change that today..let's go for a ride Tommy!"

Charlie

Man look at that b****... oops I shouldn't say that... I just got outta church and hour ago. But look at her... Who does she think she is. I hate her so much. She can't even cook those damn chicken breasts the right way. Hmmm... I wonder wonder who she's even cooking for? Could it be... no I don't think she could get one that quick. I mean it's only been two weeks since we broke up. But anyways back to watching her attempt to cook.

Hold on! What was that? Are my eyes playing tricks or did I just see someone pull up in a black bmw? Waita second... I see someone getting out the car... is that her boss? What does he think he's doing here? hmm... Well I guess he's here to tell her about her promotion.. Honestly I don't think she deserves it butttt... I don't really care. Phew... for a second there I thought he was her new boyfriend... Just a little false alarm I guess.. Haha..

Okay, She just opened the door... he's walking towards ... She just hugged him. Huh? What the heck! Did she just kiss this dude? What is her problem.. It's barely been two weeks since we broke up and she's already smooching another guy! Well isn't she just a thot! I can't believe that I almost ended up marrying her.. in fact I don't even know why I wasted my time with her. She should feel ashamed.

It's alright though, because she has no clue that stole 10,000 bucks out of her bank account last week. She's about to be broke as hell... So in the end I'm the winner. I always win.. But before I leave I have another idea...

Alrighty then! They finally went in to the house. Let me get started before they come back out... There it is! Her brand new Ford Mustang GT. I kind of feel bad for doing this but.. OH WELL!

*SNAP-CRACKLE POP!!!

*5 minutes later...

Phew!! That wore me out but look at her car now. It's a masterpiece! Alright let me get outta here..

The Tattoo of Death

What? I'm still alive somehow... But why? The that I got when I was five years old said that I was supposed to die on August 30th, 1954. That was 22 years ago... I'm 27 years old now. That's crazy though. I remember the doctor's exact words, "Joe YOU WILL DIE 22 years from now... There is no exception, you shouldn't live a day longer or die a day earlier." I remember the fear that struck my heart when I heard those words as layed down in the cold, gray chunk of metal like it was yesterday...  I could hear all of it's clicks' and clanks' as it analyzed every part of my body.

I was so nervous at that time as I awaited the exact prediction of my death. It was so cold in that machine, shivers went down my spine, and I felt as if I'd be stuck in that machine forever. I broke into a cold sweat and the chills in my back intensified. My head started to throb and my vision got blurry, I felt so claustrophobic in that cold piece of metal. I felt like the life was being sucked right out of me. I began to feel as if my demise was coming a little soner than the steel capsule could predict. I felt as if I was dying...

The large mechanical doors of the metal deathtrap began to open and a bright stream of white light began to beam through. I took a deep sigh as I heard the doctor's calm voice comfort me as I exited the machine. "Wow son, you look like you just left the sona", he chuckled as he closed the doors of the capsule. The machine was connected to what appeared to be some sort of fancy, hi-tech, and futuristic typewriter. I had never seen anything like it. It spat out several sheets of paper with a lot of information. The doctor slowly walked over to the typewriter, grabbed the papers and studied them for a moment. He looked up at me with a puzzled expression. In a very calm, resonating voice he said, "Joe, this is a little confusing to me... but the tests say that you are going to make it to 27 before you die." My eyes widened with fear, "What?!" The doctor replied, "Something doesn't sound right, maybe we should run these tests over... something must be wrong with the prediction capsule."

I sat down in the chair next to capsule, "That doesn't even sound right, I don't have any sort of sickness that could lead to this", I whimpered. "Well son, we can run another test if you want", the doctor replied. I quickly retorted, "NEVER AGAIN...couldn't you just let me find out the natural way?" He replied, " Hmm... that's not a bad idea but either way I still have to give you this tattoo because it's my job. But okay! It's a deal!"

Serial Killer

Hi, my name is Billy John Walker and I'm a 35 year old man. I just got home from a hard day at "work" and boy I tell you, it's not an easy job. I had ten clients today at the "office" and they were so difficult to deal with. I mean... they just wouldn't shut their mouths, begging for me to spare their lives... They were so pathetic, all of them sounded like a bunch of whimpering, sniveling babies who had lost their pacifiers. But enough complaining about my job, I should cook myself something to eat with the fresh "meat" I just caught.

Hmm.. What should I make myself tonight" Oh! Some fried legs and bbq toes sounds good as hell right now! I should probably put some of my special seasoning on the grilled fingers that I'm baking right now when they come out of the oven. Let me set the timer for that... And how could I forget about the brain BLT that I was planning to make? I should probably get some lettuce and tomatoes out of the refrigerator real quick. Boy oh boy!! This sounds so delicious. It's making my stomach growl... I should give myself a pat on the back. I knew I should've became a chef when I graduated from college...

*Three and a half hours later...

Alright... Everything looks finished cooking... let me go get something to drink... I think I'll have some cherry kool-aid tonight. It smells good in here. Let me fix my plate and go see what's on TV... Hmm... I wonder what's on tonight? Oh! My favorite movie is on! This is gonna be a good night.. I should do this more often. HAHAHA...... 

Tree

Hello my name is Mr. Tree Allen but you can call me "Tree" for short. I'm 25 feet tall , I have a nice green afro, and my hobbies are standing still all day, watching what goes on around my block, growing fruit, and taking rain showers. I have a lot of little animals that that make me their home but they don't get to live here for free. They have to pay me rent if they want to stay on one of my branches. You could almost compare me to a hotel if you really think about it. Oh and that fruit that I grow isn't free either, if you're an animal you have to pay for that too. So you could say that I make a lot of commission of the little animals each year.

There are a couple disadvantages to being a big, tall tree though. Like birds always trying to poop on my hair. Or in the winter when it's so cold my hair starts to fall out. What really gets in my skin is when those little creepy crawlers try to live on me. I hate bugs with a passion. They are so disgusting, especially the dung beetles and cockroaches. They always leave a mess wherever they go. I also hate it when humans think that they can just steal my fruit from my branches. I've even heard that when they steal my fruit they try to sell it, isn't that illegal? What thieves! But the worst part about humans is when they decide to cut down and kill my other fellow tree friends. They are so cold blooded... I've seen many of my friends get chopped down at the hands of humans. I don't know why they haven't tried to cut me down yet... Maybe it's because my fruit is so good that they don't wanna get rid of me... I'm such a lucky tree.

But overall, being a tree isn't all that bad. I just get to chill out all day, and I don't have to worry about a thing. I have an easy job, and I'm so tall that I can see everything that goes on around me. I can be nosey and in to somebody else's business and they wouldn't even know. So I guess that I could say, I have it pretty easy as a tree.

Durham 100 years from now..

Imagine Durham 100 years from now. Wow... That's interesting. Imagine what kind of technology advancements the city would recieve. I feel like in 100 years Durham wouldn't be to different from what it is right now. I mean sure thre probably would be a lot more new technology and stuff, but I think that if anybody lived long enough to see the the "new Durham" they would still be able to recognize it. I think that the buildings would look a little bit more futuristic than they do now but it wouldn't that drasti c of a change. I feel like the cars that people drive would be more fuel efficient and safer. They would probably make a cars a little bit faster than they are now.

I think that a lot of technology that we use now would be much more advanced, futuristic, and useful 100 years from now. I feel like computers will have touchscreens or they might have holographic computers by then. I think that computers would also be able to do even more than what they can do now. Cell phones would have greatly changed 100 years from now. They would be a lot more advanced and they wouldn't look the same. Phones will probably get a lot better reception downstairs at Riverside if it still is in existence. Cell phones would have better applications that are more similar to a computer's applications. Students at Riverside might be able to cheat on tests easier (I don't cheat). I feel like students with phones might be able to use their phones to type papers instead of using a computer for a class project.

I feel like school buildings won't be the same either.They would be more technologically advanced and they'd be ore technologically oriented. The "average" classroom today would look nothing like a classroom 100 years from now. I think there would be a lot more technology involved in the class room. Technology would play a much bigger role in the class than it does now. I think that instead of using paper as much, students would use computers for class room assignments. Things like an active board would be a lot easier to use and they would have more futuristic technology.

Restaurants in Durham would  change greatly also. I think that ordering food from a restaurant like Applebees or Texas Roadhouse would be a lot easier. Ordering food from a restaurant wouldn't require a host, hostess, waiter, or waitress anymore because restaurants might have new technology to order your food without using a paper menu or having a host take your order down for you. The big screen TV's that are in restaurants might be replaced by smaller TV's that are put at each table.

the storm...

The sky was a grayish yellow tint before the deadly storm struck my uncle's shed and took the life of his six year old boy. I noticed the clouds began to turn dark and the sky became blacker in a matter of minutes. I began to hear the loud and obnoxious rolling of thunder as the clouds collided with eachother. I shivered a the wind ripped through my spine and the heavy raindrops slapped against my bare shouders as I ran through the leafy trail leading to my uncle's large wooden shed. The earth beneath my feet shook and rumbled like an earthquake as a large streak of lighting smacked a gargantuan tree nearby. The enormous sequoia snapped like a twig at it's base and came tumbling down into another tree.

I finally made it to my Uncle Rick's beaten shed and to my surpise I saw him sitting in a corner, alive and well. But as I observed him, he had a very obvious look of pain, sorrow, and distraught. As I took a glimpse of the ruins that remained of the shed my heart suddenly dropped... In the rubble that the storm had left for my uncle there was a motionless body. As I came back to my senses, I slowly walked over to where the body layed, removed the debris of the storm and took a look at the body. I let out a shriek of suprise and horror as I observed it's face. From what I could tell, it was my uncle's youngest son, Nathaniel Einstein Bobby Jones. I picked up the small child's body and I could feel the limpness of his carcass. It felt as if every single bone in his body had been crushed and he felt as flate as a pancake. His skin was as cold as limestone, his face as pale as chalk. His whole face was scarred up with large cuts and bruises and his small mouth was agape. As I observed the child I culd see that his two front teeth had been broken by the impact of the wooden planks that crushed him.

As I stood in the middle of the what remained of the shed I could the weeps and cries of my uncle as he mourned over his child's death. He sounded like a woman who just found out that she had a miscarriage. He cried out, "This is all my damn fault! If only I had used better materials to build my house with, this woould've never happened." Glancing at him for a second, I replied, "Don't say that. It's not your fault at all. Maybe it was just his time to go."