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Is My Short Story Good?

Fraktur & I
Have I told you about Fraktur and I?
No?
Well let me begin….
Fraktur McCavoy was born three of three to Earnst and Maybelle McCavoy in July 24, 1931. They were a family of drab farmers living in quite the drab home of Terne, Arkansas, otherwise thats how Fraktur and I saw it. The town had people of around ten thousand, each family with a car, two children, a home, a working father, a corner market on each street, and the McCavoys were no different; often thats why I think Fraktur went mad.
Lillian the first of three was a child of dance and she did so whenever she could, Harold the second of three was a man of sport, and as for Frankfurt, he was a wonder to the eye. School was a little after the crack of dawn and over till noon for the farm need labor till dusk, when then the McCavoy children would go their own way. Lillian would dance her song like Pavlova of her time, Harold out front with a baseball glove, while Fraktur only five at the time. It was also around this time that did Fraktur grow couscious of the world by way of discovery and where he met I.
“Mother I have ten fingers, five on each hand”, said Fraktur in a the most dissapointing manner.
“Why of course, we all have five fingers on each hand as the same with feet”, said Maybelle with reassurance.
“So I am no different”
“Why should you be”
So then was an irreveserable grim look upon the face of Fraktur as soon he discovered he was no different, but I was there to console his mind.
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In the coming years Earnst died an alcholic beneath a tractor, and Maybelle fled far in secret with Job, a colored man she had been having affairs with, leaving the children marred for life. Lillian danced her way to many well off men and can now been seen in the pictures, and bruised beneth her husbands rage. Harold was father born again, he took the farm, married and had his own, but as for Fraktur no one knew but I. Sometimes while taking a train due east you find a man giggling and laughing quite loudly, but when you look closely you find he has only eight fingers and toes, with an odd and different demeanor to himself. But why laugh you ask, it is only for Fraktur and I to know.

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  1. Vectroma says:

    That was really cool!
    I liked the story and the way you wrote it, and your voice is incredible next to the sentences. The names are awesome and it’s realistic too, because how everyone ended up could really happen. I want to know what Fraktur and you know!!!
    This is an awesome short story, you should share it on a site like Booksie.com or fictionpress.com
    I can seriously relate to your story. Keep writing!

  2. willywon says:

    intersting but remember SHOW not TELL

  3. Brett Sanford says:

    AMAZING!I find this for you.http://ecdeal.info/27245/baseball-gloves

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