Tyra Johnson

“Valentines day in the tree house.” by Tyra Johnson

Millions of people around the world are either dying, scare, praying, in hospitals, dead, hungry, stress or suffering from this new enemy to mankind name the Corona virus. I give my sympathy to the world and families. Even though the government has lock us in our homes away from each others; Corona virus nor the government could lock away the love, Alex and I have for each other. On Valentines day, high i...

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“Nancy first taste” by Tyra Johnson

Submitted to Contest #53

In the beautiful Robinson playground. Nancy a shy, timid, little girl is sitting on the swinger softly and slowly licking a popsicle wishing that the taste would be immortal; while it's melting, dripping to the ground,her white face disguises with a brown facial mask made of a strange, incredible cream. She twists her tongue like a roller coaster ride around her mouth to taste the delicious brown facial mask on her face.Nancy is like a Christopher Columbus discovering and exploring this taste. Yummy! her belly is fill wi...

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“''Respect your elders children''” by Tyra Johnson

Submitted to Contest #52

My name is Omazie, I am ten-year-old, I live in South Africa in a small African tribe name Patamonia, with my big brother name Kuru. My parents are dead and in African tradition the big brothers or sisters always takes care of the younger ones, if their parents die.This is my story how I learnt to respect the rules of elders. I want to share my story because,I want to encourage other children, why it is right and important to always listen and obey elders. I know, we hate listening the rules of adults, because that is ho...

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“A brides nightmare” by Tyra Johnson

Submitted to Contest #52

Short setting- In the city of England.Narrator- Jenny and Paul are getting marry today, at their church name Gospel hall. Jenny is excited and nervous; while she is dress in her white gown and hair with white flower petals stick inside. She is talking to herself, silently and peacefully while looking in the mirror.Jenny: Today is the day.Jenny: Really, I can't believe it.Jenny: I am becoming the wife to my soul mate and true love.Jenny: I love how beautiful my ...

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“ '' Rosalina my swinger''” by Tyra Johnson

Submitted to Contest #51

Today is the worst day in my life. After I leave from my mother funeral dress in my black suit. My mother was my best friend, the only person that knew all my secrets never told; raise me from crayons to pens, wipe away all my tears and loved me unconditionally. The love of a mother is incomparable to any love found anywhere. I love and treasure my mother with all my heart and soul, because without her my existence was impossible.A mother love is special and priceless more than any diamonds, golds and pearls. My mother c...

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“ A child's prayer ” by Tyra Johnson

Submitted to Contest #51

Short setting_ in small city name Bellamore on the June 16,1998.Narrator: While the night creep into the darkness,the stars light up and shine in the dark sky. Dennis a young child living in Bellamore was looking through his bedroom window. While everybody in Bellamore were peacefully, snoring and deeply asleep in their beds cuddling with their pillows. Dennis with tears pouring from his eyes, looking up in the sky fill with stars and talking to himself.Dennis: Hello, can anybody hear me?Dennis: ...

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“ The Molly doll” by Tyra Johnson

Submitted to Contest #49

I sat in the big, red chair while watching the hands of the clock move around,dressed in my skinny and tight jeans waiting on my grandfather. Today is the best day in my life, my grandfather is not here yet as yet. I start counting my toes and fingers saying this little piggy went market,this little piggy went home and this little piggy went wee-wee all the way home. I really enjoyed playing that game,it was fun.I learn that game in school from my teacher name Mary; she is a pretty,kind,funny person. Miss Mary when we do...

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“ "Mother nature needs our help"” by Tyra Johnson

Submitted to Contest #49

Short setting_ Dennisville country.This story has two persons name James and Peter. James is a handsome and teenager while Peter is an old and retired soldier man. In the early beautiful,quiet, peaceful morning as the sunrise greeted the world for a new day ahead. The men were on the sandy beach name Shirley. Peter was drinking a bottle of water then he disposed it into the ocean beside the beach and James saw when he threw the bottle into the ocean and went to confront him.James ...

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“The rabbit and my missing wallet.” by Tyra Johnson

Submitted to Contest #37

Sarah which colour would you prefer pink, blue, orange, red or white? the painter asked me. I said blue is my chose. I could still smell the fresh blue paint as if it was just yesterday. I had inherited a old, wooden and two storey house from my deceased grandmother in a small and beautiful countryside town name Dublin. I was dressed in my white gown admiring the old but beautful house.I went in the backyard and my eyes caught attention to the discovery of a lovely and small garden planted with carrots on soil bed. The vegetables l...

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“Adventures in ice cream land ” by Tyra Johnson

Submitted to Contest #36

1 November 2000Dear Diary.Let me first introduce myself. My name is Peggy Norton. I am 10 years old. I live with my mother in Hampton a small and beautiful countryside town. I am beautiful, have long hair, I have many rotten teeth in my mouth that resembles a pig and my ears look like a Christmas elf.I attend the Hampton school. Everybody calls me Piggy because of how my mouth looks but I am not a shame because I learn to accept myself and true beauty and children at school would bully me.I have best friends na...

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“The donkey kon champion boy ” by Tyra Johnson

Submitted to Contest #36

12 June 1981Dear DairyIt me the game freak Tommy here again. I am a legend of playing games. All the games know my name. Games are apart of my life, I love and enjoy playing games. Today was the best day in my life but before I tell you about my great news that happen. I want to share my gaming experience with you.Dairy, the first time I experience playing game was on my sixth birthday ,when my best friends name Steve, Jack ,Howard, Harry, my mother and I went to the game arcade played games and had eaten pizza all da...

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“Authur and his fear of scary movie.” by Tyra Johnson

Submitted to Contest #36

17 June 2001Dear DiaryRoger, Roger, Roger Authur the soldier is reporting to you dairy during the war with my enemy called zombies. I am locked in my bedroom with the lights turn off; it is now 12 am.In my bedroom naked with my skinny legs, little penis and my bony chest outside and my white socks on my feet because the bottom feels cold. I lay in my bed with Mr Robin bedside me, he is my best friend and a teddy bear for years. I love and care him throughout the years with all the fun, loving and joyful memories we sh...

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“"Writing a letter to my old self in the future"” by Tyra Johnson

Submitted to Contest #35

Amanda Brown.234 Coven JohnGuyana, Georgetown.17th June 2016.Dear, 'Amanda'It's your younger self writing to you. I don't know if you may have trouble with memory problems like most old people; so I want to remind you that I wrote this letter to you when you were 16 years old teenager girl sitting on your bed in the bedroom.I want to give you a reminder of your young self; you love to eat bake macaroni and cheesecake, favourite colour is pink, you attended the Western high school, you love singing...

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“The late job interview” by Tyra Johnson

Last night, the rain was pouring heavily beating like a drum on my rooftop.The cold like ice temperature growth rapidly throughout the atmosphere, I felt like a human refrigerator on feet; with the hair on my skin standing straight like a porcupine. I was cold and quivering.I went into my kitchen, put on the kettle as it made the sound shhh! shhh! over and over again, with hot smoke air blowing out from its nose while I buttered a peanut jelly sandwiches.After the hot tea water was finished boiling I made a hot cup of...

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“The late job interview” by Tyra Johnson

Submitted to Contest #35

Last night, the rain was pouring heavily beating like a drum on my rooftop.The cold like ice temperature growth rapidly throughout the atmosphere, I felt like a human refrigerator on feet; with the hair on my skin standing straight like a porcupine. I was cold and quivering.I went into my kitchen, put on the kettle as it made the sound shhh! shhh! over and over again, with hot smoke air blowing out from its nose while I buttered a peanut jelly sandwiches. After the hot tea water was finished boiling I made a hot cup o...

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