Michael White Potter

There are men everywhere, voices on top of voices, I can barely hear my own thoughts. I put my arm around Tod’s shoulder pulling him closer, “why are you trembling?” I ask him, whispering in his ear. “I’m not,” he claims with a small whine in his voice. “You are too,” I tell him, “it’ll be ok,” I tell him, not sure if I believe that myself. “We got to go now,” a tall and intimidating man says as he picks up a duffel bag. “Why are they all dressed in black?” Tod asks. “Jack a

“Shhhhh,,,,” Mary says in a firm but soft voice as I continue to struggle and starting to cry, “it’ll be ok, I promise “ she claims. “YOU LEAVE HIM ALONE,”Tod yells as he jumps on Mary’s back trying to recuse me and Matt is trying to reach Tod and tackle hm. “Ohhuuuccchhh!” Matt screeches as a knee strikes him in the groin and he goes down with a red face cradling his balls, Mary has managed to fold me in her arms tightly as I begin to give up and slump with my face in her chest and sobb

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Tod comes rushing outside as we pull up in the pickup, “You’re back” he proclaims in a loud and joyful voice, “ I thought I would never see you again” Tod claims, as he embraces me into a bear hug. “Ummm, yeah I’m back,” I say confused, “where else would I be?” I ask as I look at Henry. “Don’t pay him no mind,” Henry says to me, “You have always been my favorite,” he claims, “Shut up you little shit!” Henry yells as he raises his fist in a threatening way towards Tod. “YOU LEAVE HIM

It’s dark when I open my eyes and peer around, how did I get here? I wonder as I sit up, my head is pounding and I all comes back to me. I throw off my covers and realize I’m naked,,, “what the heck,” I say with a sore throat, “where are my clothes?” I ask in a whisper. Getting up I feel a little woozy and steady myself against the wall for a minute, I head to the closet and see it is empty the dresser drawers are empty as well, “great, just what I need,” I say as I try the door, it’s locked, “t

“Is my brother awake?” I ask, hopeful. “No sweetie,” the nurse says as she puts a thermometer in my mouth. “Hwookk,is he,” I try to say with the thermometer in my mouth. “Shhh,” the nurse says as she holds my wrist, “no talking and hold that under you young,” she commands me as she looks at her watch. “Hmmm,” she says as she drops my wrist and writes something on a clip board, taking out the thermometer and looking at it says, now what did you ask,”she says as she make a face and wri

It’s midnight by the look of the room, it’s so dark I can barely see the fluffy curtains blowing in the breeze. Something woke me up but I can’t tell what, I was in the middle of a strange dream that I can’t quite grasp. “Jack?” Comes a small quiet voice. “Tod?” I respond, “what are you doing here, you know you’ll get into trouble if you get caught,” I say in a whisper. “I know, but I’m scared, I had a bad dream,” he admits. “All right,” I say, “come over here and tell me about it.

It was a cold day and school was canceled due to snow, I should be happy, but since dad has to work, I have to have a baby sitter, I’m 9 years old for peat sake, I think as I wait by the door. soon there comes a knock and I’m quick to open it and I see a rather small man standing there. I blink, he is smaller than me and then my dad walks up behind me and I turn to say something, when I’m distracted by something out of the corner of my eye. I turn to look and see the little man is not little aft

A short Christmas story about a special elf that saves Christmas for a sad family.

Hi everyone, I love this site, I have always had stories in my mind. I have never thought to write them down, now thanks to this site, I am able to write them down and I love writing. Thanks for being here and helping me.

Thank you for the words of encouragement. I cannot promise that life for Jack will get better, even I do not know the full story, when I sit down to write, the story writes it self, it comes out in gush of words that are the story. I don’t have an outline or end game. This is not a true story, but it is almost a parallel of my childhood. I say that because I was never a runaway, but spent much of my early years in foster homes, some good some bad. I felt like I was trapped with no one but my thoughts and observations to keep me company. That being said, I apologize if the details are alarming or disturbing. I didn’t want to upset anyone with the subject matter, I just felt it is a story that needed to be told, even if only for myself. I hope you will endure through the rough times, I cannot say how it will end, except that I am a well adjusted adult. Thanks for reading and I how to see more comments as Jack’s life unfolds.

As I walk into the house, Donna is standing at the kitchen table with her back to us, “it took you two long enough,” she says as she is washing her hands. “It was cold out there woman,” Henry says, “I had to examine this boy, he has some cuts and bruises that need tending to,” he tells her as he pushes me towards her and leaves the kitchen, I stumble across the kitchen floor and almost fall, Donna catches me at the last minute. “Don’t worry, Jack,” she tells me, “don’t let Henry scare

I must have fallen asleep, when I wake up, a nurse is looking down at me and says, “ welcome back,” with a pleasant smile on her face, “ you gave all quite a scare for a while there, how do you feel?” She asks as she has her hand on my wrist. “I’m thirsty,” I say with a scratchy voice. A doctor comes in holding a folder and looks into my eyes with a flashlight and asks me,” how do you feel?” “I’m thirsty,” I say again, it hurts to talk I wonder what happened. He looks at the

I was up and all ready for another boring day in the 5th grade. I had put off my homework till this morning and was trying to divide 25 into 2314, what a stupid task, I thought as my mom walked into my room. “Chad darling,” she says with a tired look on her face, “school has been canceled because of all the snow, so you will have to take care of your self and your brother today,” she tells as she turns to leave, “There’s 20 dollars on the table in the hall for you on your brother, order a

A young boy visits the North Pole and discovers it is not what everyone says it is. He finds dark mysterious forces and the real secret behind Santa and the elves. He could never have imagined the North Pole could be like this, will he ever be able to look at Christmas the same again?

The wind whips at my hair and clothes like a giant hand tugging at me from all sides. My eyes are shut as tight as I can get them. I don’t dare open my eyes, fearful that the hands of air tugging at me will rip my eyes out, all I can do is hang on for dear life. I shouldn’t have jumped on this speeding train, we have to be going like a 100 miles per hour by now, I think as I try to control my breathing. After what seems like a long time I slowly crack my eyes open just a little and am greeted wi

“Dinner’s ready,” Mom yells. “I’m coming,” I say as I finish up my video game. “Now,” She insists. “But I still have to save my game.” I scream at her as I quickly press save and wait till the game tells me it is saved. I jump up and shut it down and run out of my room and down the hall. “I’m coming, I’m coming.” I yell as I enter the kitchen. “Use your inside voice.” My Mom says. “Sorry, I was just hungry, what’s for dinner?” I ask. “Never you mind, did you was

Thanks for the link, looking at it now, and no homelessness is not far fetched. I was not homeless as a child, but often thought of running away, thank God I was never pushed as far as the boy in my story.

I reluctantly follow BJ into the truck stop, wondering if I can just run and hide. There are plenty of trucks here and it would be real easy to hide, but then where would I go? I hear BJ calling me and rush to catch up, I’ll just have to see how this goes. As we enter the restaurant I’m looking all over the place and memorizing the layout, I need to know the quickest escape route. “Let’s eat at the counter,” I tell him, “that makes it special to me.” He just looks at me and says “ not a

I am in a bed that is not my own, this is the first thing I realize as I am startled awake by a loud bang and a rumble that sounds like a lion roaring. A small yelp escapes my lips before I can stop it and I quickly cover my mouth and burrow down deeper in the blankets, in hopes the no one can hear me. I am trying to get my thoughts together when I hear a man shout "SHIT", and" YOU BASTARD" as the whole world lurches forward. I hit my head on the back wall which is covered with some sort of cush

The adventures of a 9 year old who runs away form home. Will he learn to trust or will he be used up and thrown to the curb?