the grumy old man

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

the grumpy old man
once upon a time there was an old man that lived in a small town of arnett garden. his name was steven clarke he was 79 years old loved by few hated by many he was such a miserable old man who love to disrespect people who tried to argue with him or try to call him any silly name. steven always walk with his long red hot blade machete reason into steven carrying his machete each and every where he was troubled by the juveniles in the town where he lived. his parents died when he was about 19 years of age but from there steven was a mean to each everyone.
steven hated each and every one he claimed that people performed “obeah” to execute his parents but it was like that steven family died from a sickness called dengue fever it transpired through the whole family. at the age of 56 steven started to have white hair around his balding, mottled scalp. he had a wizened face and a back slightly hunched. with each movement there was the creak of old bones. he had the resigned look of one who knows that at his age life has stopped. he looks as though a puff of wind could blow him down. he had a hand tremor and constant waggling and bobbing of the head. stevens’ deep wrinkles seemed to carve a map of his life on his still agile and facial features. his twinkling eyes were framed by thick white eyebrows and on his stubble chin were white whiskers.
but as years pass by steven grew grumpier more than he even was. steven then went to live in a lonely and quite area where no one wanted to lived nor even think of staying there, it was lonely with tall trees only noise you could hear is wild life. one day 7 hungry boys were out touring the same area where mr. clarke. lived but they didn’t know they were walking into danger, while the boys where walking and exploring they spot a lot of fruit trees such as apples, mangoes and oranges. the boys felt overwhelming and attacked the fruit trees like when parrot is raiding corn when it is in season of reaping. mr. clarke when out to look some sticks to catch fire on his way back mr. clarke heard sound coming from the trees where he had spent days and months caring for them they were raided by invaders who mr. clarke didn’t know. mr. clarke dogs were barking so angrily like they were ready to bite someone. so mr. clarke moved slowly and he could and attacked the boys from an angle they wouldn’t expect mr. clarke would approach from. mr. clarke cleared his throat and said having a jollying good time isn’t it. the boys then went frighten mr. clarke went yelling like a stone love front end speaker saying
“a me and uno mah plant it yah tek uno lickle nastiness out a me tree and affa me property how uno suh nuff how uno suh touches get outta here damning devils. the boys laughed at mr. clarke while mr. clarke sails his red hot blade machete but in ended up the boys ran away but not far enough because mr. clarke knew they were going to come back so mr. clarke set a trap for the boys that could capture the 7 boys. so he waited patiently. so the boys did come back on their way they started back on the fruit trees, mr. clarke started with the same approach that he breached on the boys they ran again on their way running a wist that hooked the boy’s foot. pulling them onto each other mr. clarke laughed like he was going to faint he use his long machete to beat the boys saying to them “what you see here let it stay here don’t interfere with it”. mr. clarke then let loose the boys they ran like they heard good news they were never to be seen again. but further on steven clarke lived and enjoyed his own grumpy life he lived, he lived a live not please anyone but his self.






















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name: ackeem brown
date: 26/11/2019
class: 4r
subject: english language

Keem


Submitted: November 28, 2019

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