My Stories

Jesse Williams felt butterflies in his stomach as Seth, a local realtor, pulled up with him to 452 Anderson Street.  He had heard a lot of great things about this house and the area.  It was an upscale neighborhood, and Jesse wasn't used to spending a lot of time in a community like this.  The two men got out of the car and headed towards the house. Jesse recently had been named a tenured professor at a local university.  Before, he had been living in an apartment, not sure if he would have to relocate if he no longer worked at his job.  But, with a full-time position, he knew it was time to settle down and plant his roots in a community. When they entered the house, the living room was on the right.  Everything was in great condition.  Nothing was sagging or creaking.  There were two sofas facing a large screen TV.  Jesse, however, didn't just see the room.  He could hear the pattering of feet as they ran across the floor.  The...

Questions for The Dream Home Match the sentence with the paragraph it would best fit in. 1. His sons might still be in the area and visit from time to time. 2. This might be a good way to impress people in the community. 3. Not that he was against girls, but for some reason he saw himself having boys. 4. He knew he had found the right place for him. 5. His new job gave him this opportunity.

The Dream Home Jerry arrived at 636 Old Mill Road with Seth, his realtor.  The three story house was everything he had ever wanted.  Nice neighborhood, nice lawn, and it had a firm stucco exterior.  It was time to settle down and plant roots, and he knew this was the place for that. Seth took Jerry inside the living room.  It was in perfect condition.  Nothing was sagging or looking outdated.  There were no creaking sounds.  There, Jerry envisioned sitting with his family, perhaps it would be he and his sons.  He could hear their feet pattering across the floor.  They would watch football games together here.  They would celebrate and high five when their team did well, and they would shout in agony when it didn't. Then, Seth showed him the backyard.  In Jerry's mind, the same boys he watched football with were older now, but they weren't watching football on TV anymore.  They were playing it now.  He was throwing th...

                                                      Marcus Peters Loses His Cool             Marcus Peters never got rattled.   “Captain Cool” was a nickname his friends and relatives had for him.   No matter what the problem or situation was, he remained calm under fire.   Things like traffic, deadlines, or big presentations had no effect on his mood or personality.   Life was to be enjoyed, and he was not going to let hassles of any sort bother him.             One early Saturday afternoon, Marcus went to a park a few miles out of town for a jog and to enjoy the outdoors.   While he was returning home, his car began vibrating in a strange way.   It bounced up and down the road, so Marcus figured it was a ...

                                                              The Lower Class             Michael Williams was one of my best friends as a young child.  On many days, I enjoyed crossing the street to hang out with him at his apartment complex.  Michael was fun and had a sense of adventure.  There was always something to do with him.  We played all kinds of sports like soccer, basketball and touch football, and we often walked along a path in the woods that was behind his residence.             Besides being fun, I always marveled at Michael’s ability to gather all of the local kids to participate in his activities.  Growing up a single child in a two-story house, I could have gone days without i...