The New Twist Ending to The Children's Story "Don't Go In."Written by Laura Hickey - http://www.laurahickey.com
“They can’t do that!” protest Shawn. “Maybe they can,” his mother spoke. “And you only had one week of summer left.” “Mother, are you kidding me!” blurted Tina. “One more week of freedom is a huge amount!” “Then I guess something will have to be done if kids don’t learn how to stop terrifying town. I’m going to go cook dinner.” Their mother left room. “Shawn, this is all my fault,” she spoke once her mother left living room. “Not really. It’s not like you knew there was a monster.” “Yeah but still. I can’t believe that kids are this hyper. It’s like they can’t control themselves.” Shawn pondered that thought over dinner as they walked downstairs and sat at dinner table. He raked his mashed potatoes with his folk and didn’t touch chicken. Only moments later he didn’t want food. “I’m not really hungry. Can I go up to my room?” he asked. His mother nodded. He sat on edge of bed and flipped TV on. "In local news store owners are outraged at what appears to be children on a rampage. Parents are urged to watch their children's sugar intake during summer season." "Mom!" yelled Shawn. His mother came into his room. "Honey, you're suppose to be resting, not watching TV." "But Mom! There's a local report on TV about kids going crazy just like Tina said!" "I already told you, it's from all that chocolate. Lord knows how you managed to afford all that." Shawn knew that wasn't it. The monster was in all of them. Some more than others. Shawn knew what he had to do, he just hope he wouldn't get caught. Later that night... "Shawn, this is crazy. What if Mom finds out we sneak out at night?" "We'll have to take that chance. Everyone ate that chocolate has monster in them and monster only comes out at night." "So that means what?" asked Tina. "We've got to remove monster from within." "How do we do that?" she asked. "We fry them!" "And you thought I was insane!" bellowed Tina. "We can't fry kids, that's crazy!" "We have to melt it out of them. And only way we can do that is if we get them in sun!" "And then what?" she asked. "It'll melt out of them. Man, for being older one you don't really pay attention!" "This is too much!" she exclaimed. "Don't worry about it Sis! You just help me rally everyone up. Tomorrow it's going to solve town's craziness!" Tina had major doubts, but she wasn't going to allow her brother to go alone. The next morning Tina and Shawn got up at crack of down. Carefully they crept past their mother's bedroom and down stairs. A smirk spread across Shawn's face as he saw sun gleam off little pieces of Mica on ground. "I'm just helping you 'cause you're my brother. This is your deal now. And for record I still think you're nuts!" "I'm gonna be hero!" he proclaimed. "Whatever," she replied. They started to walk downtown where they find all ones who ate chocolate going crazy. Like a wild pack of animals going after a piece of meat. Dumping flowers off stands at local flower show. Others taking water hose
| | A Dying Cat And A Nylon String GuitarWritten by John Stockwell
“Music isn’t just learning notes and playing them, you learn notes to play to music of your soul” – Katie Greenwood. Why are you learning music anyway? Is it to pick up chicks? Is it to fulfill a void in your mundane life? Is it an indescribable calling? I always wanted to learn drums. I don’t know why, maybe it’s aggressive nature of things. You sit there and bash crap out of them. As fate would have it I shared a house with Dave, a guitar player, so I decided to learn guitar as I had my very own teacher living in next room. Or so I thought. I went out and bought a nylon string classical guitar for $70. I didn’t have a clue what I was doing but that never stopped me before. So I went back home with my new guitar in its cardboard box. And with anything new, you want to play with it straight away, as soon as you get it home. I also bought one of those guitar case chord dictionaries. You know ones, they have a thousand chords in them and they are designed to confuse rather than actually help you. So I waited for Dave to get home from work and as soon as he was in door I was at him. “I bought this new guitar and I was wondering if you could show me how to play it” I said. He just laughed at me but eventually agreed to show me which chords to learn first. He told me to learn open chords A, D, E, G, and C. So I did. I spent every spare moment learning these chords.
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