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When I arrived at my home today, I saw that my front window was smashed. Stupid kids playing baseball, they don't know how to hit or throw. I walked over to the window and saw that a brick smashed my window. I was scared out of my mind. I open my door quietly and walk into my house. All of my pictures had been smashed, my sons pictures, my wedding picture, and a picture of my mom. I walked into the kitchen and saw some of my plates were smashed. My glass cups were smashed to. Worst of all the intruder had drank two of my beers. He went to far relaxing in my house, why couldn’t he just have stole stuff and left. As I am about to call my wife, I hear some one walk down the stairs. I hid behind a sofa. The man as he walks down breaths heavily, and I can hear that has a metal tool in his hand. Then the man sends a chill down my spine when he says "Come out. Don't come out. I will find you and hang you off your porch, so your family sees you."
           Then I hear him lock the front door. I was about to pee in my pants. The man then says "I will look in the kitchen first."
           I still do not know what the man looks like if I wanted to turn him in. If I open the door he will hear it. I have to get a picture of him then run. My camera was sitting on the table. I go to turn it on but the battery is dead. I have to go upstairs to get new batteries. I go up the stairs checking to make sure he doesn’t see me, but I trip on the stairs not paying attention to where I was walking and the man hears me. He knows I’m upstairs. I go and hide under my bed. He walks by my room not seeing me, and into my eldest son's room. Then I decide to jump out the window. I make the landing and then run. I ran and ran until I got to the police station. I was to scared to call them. 
The police come back to my house and see that the thief has left. They do their usual finger print, blood stuff. Then they say to me “We will look at the data and try to capture him. Tell us if anything comes up.”
For some reason I felt like the police would never catch him. My wife will never believe me if I tell her. I walked to the place I always go to when I want to clam down McDonalds. As I sit there eating my fries I see a weird looking man with a mask across the street. He points at me and tells me to go to him. I've seen enough horror movies to know that any weirdo wearing a mask is never friendly. I shake my head at him saying no, and then he holds up a brick. I then realized that was the man who robbed my house even though I never saw his face. I then run out of McDonalds all the way to my house. When I walk into my house I see a note with two batteries on it. The note reads “Be afraid be very afraid.” 
Then I turn around and see the man behind me. He then removes his mask and this is what I see. Then everything goes black.

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When I arrived at my home today I saw that my front window was smashed. I thought to myself stupid baseball playing kids don't know how to hit or throw. I walk over to the window and see that it is a brick that smashed my window. I was scared out of my mind. I open my door and walk into my house. All of my pictures have been smashed. My 2 sons pictures, my wedding picture my moms picture. I walk into the kitchen and see some plates smashed my glass cups was smashed. Worst of all he had drank one of my beers. He went to far relaxing in my house. I take out my phone to call my wife. As I call her I hear some one walk down the stairs. I hid behind a sofa. The man as he walks down breaths heavily, and I can hear he has a metal tool in his hand. Then the man sends a chill down my spine when he says "Come out. Don't come out. I will find you and hang you off your porch. I love one on one."
        

This story is the hardest time of this characters life. These events have nothing to do with me or anyone else i know.

           Friday night I John went to bed exhasted. When I woke up Saturday morning everything in my room was in suitcases except my bed and my drawer. Action figures, clothes, posters in suitcases. I looked out the window and saw a U-Haul truck. Our house had been foreclosed. My mom came in and said "John we got foreclosed, I have clothes for you on the table, you have 30 min to get ready till then all the furniture will be moved out."
         I said to her "Where are we moving to?"
         She replied we are moving to your Aunt Pam's house. I had never been to her house because she lived a 4 hr car ride from our old house.
         This is my first day at my aunts house. Her house is very nice, great neighborhood, I plan on playing basketball outside. As I walked to the park I noticed that this is a very rich neighborhood. When I got to the park there were many kids there playing basketball. As i walk onto the court everyone looks at me, they can tell I'm new. Then I hear someone call my name, I turn around and I see the impossible. The person who called my name was named Carlos, he was my best friend and he told me that he had moved here after his home got foreclosed, but I didn't know that. I did not play basketball that day. In fact I took Carlos to my new house and when my mom opened the door she didn't say anything she just hugged my and Carlos.

new genre story

Jonathan Bekele

1/3/11

As Mary walked onto the bus she slipped on a banana peel and fell down. The man next to her helped her up, and then he noticed that she had a twisted ankle. It had been to late to go to the doctors to the man insisted that he walk her home. The man walked her home, as Mary went to open the door a hugs smile came across the man’s face but Mary did not see him smile. Once they had gotten home the man took care of the ankle. After that Mary went upstairs to get her son. As she went upstairs the man took out a gun loaded it, and added the silencer. Mary came down and said "hey meet my son George." Mary went to get tea for both of them and then George collasped, but the man hides George and tell her he is in the bathroom. Mary then complains that the ankle hurts and then the man picks up the gun points at her and says the pain will go away.  

first story edited

Narrator is speaking to his son, and audience in a story: First part is him recalling the game as if he were there second part is him in the present talking about the game

Sweat pouring down my face, heart pounding. #11 brings it up, gives it up #25, drains three before the half in my face. Crowd erupts. Scorer comes to me, says “look at the scoreboard, goin for 40.” Halftime just shouts. After halftime lead increased from 12 to 18. Down 18, 3min to go. We call a timeout, the last timeout. After huddle our team’s entire mood changed. 50%of the crowd had left. We went on a 20-0 run in the last 3min,  buzzer sounded we won. Arena was as quiet as anyone ever heard it. We pulled a videogame comeback. No handshakes, no fight, nothing. Didn’t cheer, no boos, silence. Our team and coach, walked to half court sat down and started crying.  “The 20-0 run.” was the name it got.

30 years since still remember.  Let me tell what coach said in our timeout. When coach called time he said “Our season is three minutes from being over. You’re the best team I ever had I love you guys. This game meant alot, their coach 25 years ago beat me in the city championship, hit the winner in my face. Every time we played he won. Never faced him again in any championship, today was my rematch. He is humiliating me even more today than 25 years ago.” Our  coach was blinking his eyes at the ceiling. 20point comeback at their home, priceless. God should’ve seen the fans.  Best part came after the game I took the game ball, gave it to the kid who said he would drop forty.