Question

Write a creative Narrative writing

Answer 1

My mother came home at about 10:00 pm that night. Tired, sore, and hopeless that she would never be able to get another job. I saw a new bruise on her left eye when she came home. "great" I thought. "she had another bad day".

"Hey mom...what happened to your eye"? Ahh kid don't worry about that. Just a little disagreement". *sigh* i knew who did this. My mothers pimp..he's a total *******. "Mom was it DshiNNE again"? "Kid! i said don't worry about it, it just work"! She stomped upstairs again like she does every night after work.

after her shift she smokes her crack. Always.

I was still sitting in my living room or, what was supposed to be a living room. This room was just a couch and an old TV. I sat there, thinking about whatever the hell. Then I hear a loud bang. "what the...what was that"? "mom?! whats going on up there"?  *silence* I went upstairs to see what the loud bang was. My mother was not in here room like she normally was. I got this, sick feeling that something was super wrong. I went over to the bathroom. I Opened the door...