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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Teens
- Theme: Drama / Human Interest
- Subject: Horror / Scary
- Published: 05/09/2018
My Little Angel
Born 1999, M, from Wentzville, United StatesDraft #1
As I watch my colorful, elegant kite glide past the old, dried mangled trees in old hag Ms.Heimindingers yard, I envision the hatred that I would see in her eyes if it landed in her domain. If he knew that I had accidentally crashed into his lawn yet again, she’d for sure skin me alive. She always takes my kites and takes them back into her house. I believe she’s taken everything that's landed in her and he throws it into his basement because her husband left her and now she’s just the mean old women in the neighborhood. I tried my best to try and maneuver the kite back in my direction across the street but to no avail.
“Come on, come on” I mutter under my breath as I try to wrangle the vibrant artwork with the kite spool.
I can feel the kite losing altitude and it begins to do a nose dive. The door the old hags house is still closed but I can feel her staring me down from somewhere. More and more, the kite falls. I feel like running back in to the house to tell my parents like I always do because they never believe me when I say he steals my kites. But this kite is different. I refuse to let this kite get taken from me. Then I think about all the rumors about myth that he’ll take me into his house and murder me like he did with his own family! I squint my eyes at his front door. I see it opening slowly. I make a run for it.
Draft #2
I am woken up by the dead branches of my willow tap, tap, tapping at my window which gave me a hint as to go outside and check my lawn. It meant that it was windy and little DJ was outside flying kites again. I don’t know why he is such a cute little boy. The police told me already to stay away from young children but how can I help myself. I wish he’d stop running from me. Anytime I come out to try and confront him about his kites, he is already gone. No matter. I believe, one day, I’ll catch him, one day. Maybe today. Making my way down stairs, I check on my loving husband in the guess bedroom in the back. He loves me so dearly, I can tell by the expression of his face, I close the door. Making my way to the front door, I spot all of the other kites DJ has crashed into our beautiful yard sitting in the cardboard box that I had labeled, “Property of my sweet angel”. I grab one of brightest/most beautiful kite and head for the door. I can’t wait to surprise my little angel.
Draft #3
A nice, windy Sunday afternoon. Perfect flying weather in DJ’s eyes, he oh so desperately wants nothing more in the world but to see his masterpieces soar in the air. But alas, DJ can’t quite get the hang of things. He always loses control of his kites and they come crashing down into his neighbor's yard. The heimandigers yard. Ms. Heimerdinger wants nothing more but to give back to DJ, but like his kites, he loses his confidence to go over and simply ask for the kites back and instead runs back into his home and watches as she collects his kites and stashes them in her home. Today is a different day. Today is the day that DJ doesn’t run away. He is determined to get his kite back along with the others. Making his wa onto his neighbor's yard, Ms Heimerdinger is slowly opening her door to invite him in.
My Little Angel(Jaylen DeArman)
Draft #1
As I watch my colorful, elegant kite glide past the old, dried mangled trees in old hag Ms.Heimindingers yard, I envision the hatred that I would see in her eyes if it landed in her domain. If he knew that I had accidentally crashed into his lawn yet again, she’d for sure skin me alive. She always takes my kites and takes them back into her house. I believe she’s taken everything that's landed in her and he throws it into his basement because her husband left her and now she’s just the mean old women in the neighborhood. I tried my best to try and maneuver the kite back in my direction across the street but to no avail.
“Come on, come on” I mutter under my breath as I try to wrangle the vibrant artwork with the kite spool.
I can feel the kite losing altitude and it begins to do a nose dive. The door the old hags house is still closed but I can feel her staring me down from somewhere. More and more, the kite falls. I feel like running back in to the house to tell my parents like I always do because they never believe me when I say he steals my kites. But this kite is different. I refuse to let this kite get taken from me. Then I think about all the rumors about myth that he’ll take me into his house and murder me like he did with his own family! I squint my eyes at his front door. I see it opening slowly. I make a run for it.
Draft #2
I am woken up by the dead branches of my willow tap, tap, tapping at my window which gave me a hint as to go outside and check my lawn. It meant that it was windy and little DJ was outside flying kites again. I don’t know why he is such a cute little boy. The police told me already to stay away from young children but how can I help myself. I wish he’d stop running from me. Anytime I come out to try and confront him about his kites, he is already gone. No matter. I believe, one day, I’ll catch him, one day. Maybe today. Making my way down stairs, I check on my loving husband in the guess bedroom in the back. He loves me so dearly, I can tell by the expression of his face, I close the door. Making my way to the front door, I spot all of the other kites DJ has crashed into our beautiful yard sitting in the cardboard box that I had labeled, “Property of my sweet angel”. I grab one of brightest/most beautiful kite and head for the door. I can’t wait to surprise my little angel.
Draft #3
A nice, windy Sunday afternoon. Perfect flying weather in DJ’s eyes, he oh so desperately wants nothing more in the world but to see his masterpieces soar in the air. But alas, DJ can’t quite get the hang of things. He always loses control of his kites and they come crashing down into his neighbor's yard. The heimandigers yard. Ms. Heimerdinger wants nothing more but to give back to DJ, but like his kites, he loses his confidence to go over and simply ask for the kites back and instead runs back into his home and watches as she collects his kites and stashes them in her home. Today is a different day. Today is the day that DJ doesn’t run away. He is determined to get his kite back along with the others. Making his wa onto his neighbor's yard, Ms Heimerdinger is slowly opening her door to invite him in.
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