Hey guys! Thought I would share a little bit of my creative writing fiction that I've drafted, revised, re-drafted, and re-revised this semester. Please, unlike my classmates, don't over analyze. It's a simple story. Feel free to leave comments and suggestions; NICE suggestions :P


Don’t Put All Your Eggs in The Bathtub

They’re real. All of them.
Real.
How do you explain the magical appearance of a loonie under my pillow after I lost my first molar? You probably think my parents put it there. Little do you know that I stayed up past nine-thirty in order to prove they didn’t do it.
Those crazy designs covering my window after a cold night didn’t just appear without help. Frost isn’t the same as a snowflake; my teacher told me so. Snowflakes fall from the sky, and frost doesn’t. Someone has to paint it on there. I bet Jack got an ‘A’ in Art class.
 Every Christmas morning, I find presents under the tree, and the cookies and milk my mom and I put out on Christmas Eve are gone too. That one’s hard to explain though, because my mom’s cookies “leave something to be desired”, as my dad says. Maybe Santa eats them so she doesn’t feel bad. However, she did find a lump of coal in her stocking the year she attempted the Flax Seed Raisin recipe.
During Easter, there are eggs in the weirdest spots. You can’t tell me that bunny doesn’t exist. Who would think to hide a basket in the bathtub? Mom hates bath toys, so last year I warned the bunny with a sticky note on the shower curtain: NO Chocolate in the Bath. The note was still there the next morning; he had written ‘Thanks’ at the bottom.
Just yesterday, my brother woke up with sand in his eyes after he had the most marvelous dream of mythical dragons and fastastical fairies. I don’t care what you say, but the Sand Man is keepin’ it real. When you wake up with sand in your eyes, you know you’re back to reality.
Last week, my fourth grade class had a Valentine’s party, and Cupid was there. Sure, no one actually saw the naked baby, but Thomas gave Emily a candy that said ‘U R Mine’ right after recess when he told me girls were icky. That doesn’t happen every day. 
I spent three hours last night searching our hall closet for the Bogey-Man. I found evidence, you know? Inside my dad’s golf bag, there were six score cards, each had at least three bogey’s on it. Maybe that’s why he yells so much on the golf course; he’s probably scared. I also found boogers wiped under my brother’s desk last week. People say he only hides in closets, but I say watch your back.
            But the stork myth; that’s just crap. My baby sister weighs a lot, and there is no way a bird could carry her around.