Grayzone784

Standard English Interpretation:   This is a true confession I’m about to share .  I was sitting in a certain place when a friend of mine came and sat next to me. We decided to roll two spliffs and smoke. While we were reasoning (talking deeply) about life, he told me he was really broke, his child's mother was arguing with him, and he didn’t have a job. He showed me a Glock (gun) and said he felt like robbing people or even shooting someone to get money. I told him, “No man, it’s not worth it. Don’t go down that road.” So we got up and started walking home since we lived in the same village. On the way, we passed through a certain area and then he suddenly covered his face with a rag and ran behind a house where two other men were sitting. He went and robbed them. I had to run too, because I didn’t want them to think I was involved. We ran far. I asked him, “Why the hell did you do that?” He had taken the men’s weed and phones. After that, I started keeping my dis...

  Monster Tales of the Caribbean One night, a hurricane hit. Our house was part wood and galvanized, so my grandfather thought it would be safer for us to stay in the small concrete shop built just below the house. The roof was solid—no galvanized sheets to tear off in the wind. So, me, my cousin CJ, and Grandpa Elford packed up some blankets and headed down to the shop for the night. Grandma Marry stayed upstairs in the house. She wasn’t scared. Maybe she had her own reasons… or maybe she knew something we didn’t. CJ and I were up playing until around 9 PM, our little games lit by flashlight and the flickering of a storm lamp. The wind howled, the rain hammered the roof, but inside the shop, it felt almost peaceful. Safe. Eventually, we knocked out. Grandpa stayed up, keeping watch like he always did. But around midnight, I woke up. Not from thunder. Not from a sound. It was the cold. That strange, sudden chill that makes your bones feel hollow. My eyes were still adjusting when I...