I started a creative writing class, and would like to start putting up the stories I’ve written. So here goes!

I’m at the front step of a yellow beast and have no idea where I am, but surely I am the age of a boy who should go to school.  Being a city kid that I am, I know little more than two things: the cement smells of margarine after it rained this morning, and that this ominous and shadowy creature that captained this vessel brought fear to my bones.  So much in fact, they couldn’t move at all.  I don’t blame them, for surely I’ve never been on wheels without my mother.  In fact the only yellow thing we rode in was much smaller than this… monstrosity.  To what purpose does this thing in front of me have to be so big?!