this is what happens when you’re an english teacher and you don’t give your students enough guidelines for their projects.
our job was to read an old folk tale, discover its moral, and write our own unique folk story, delivering the same message. we got a story by the name of “Gooloo the Mahpie, and the Wahroogah”. what. yeah, i’ve never heard of it either. but short story even shorter, Gooloo was some wicked old woman that convinced a group of women at a tribe to go scavenging for food and supplies. initially hesitant, the woman were eventually persuaded and off they went, leaving their children unattended. Gooloo gathered all of them into her house and they were never to be found again. the end. moral of the story: trust your instincts. [i don’t even know if that’s the moral of the story, but our teacher just told us that]. had the women trusted their instincts, they wouldn’t have left their children in the hands of a shady old hag. okay. trust your instincts. folk tale. 1 page, double-spaced. psh. we got this.
to give you some context, me and my partner never really took our english class seriously. we always partner up for everything and come up with the most ridiculous stuff. we don’t end up with the best grades but hey, we have fun. and i think our teacher likes us. in our previous adventures, we created a certain character named Jamarcus Brown. Jamarcus Brown is a beast. I don’t remember specifics but he was like at least 9 feet tall, had monstrous legs, was ridiculously buff, and extremely good lookin’. he was black. he did have some flaws, however; he had tiny t-rex arms, tons of earwax, and social awkwardness problems. as i was saying, we came up with the most ridiculous stuff. but that’s what happens when you don’t give your students enough guidelines for their projects.
so anyways, we used Jamarcus in our most recent venture, the folk tale paper. and this is what we came up with. in about an hour. brace yourselves.
Once upon a time in the shire there was a young boy named Jamarcus. Jamarcus was smart and extremely handsome but he had one detriment which was his shyness (also his large feet and t-rex arms). Because of his shyness Jamarcus rarely made friends at school and was forced to seek friends online. Relatively he could have normal conversations online without worrying about his image so this was a good alternative to real life interactions. Pretty soon, the internet became his newfound home; it was a social refuge to him, a place where he could hide from the real world and fully express himself without the fear of being judged. The internet became his life.
Everyday, he would come to school without having said a word to anybody and immediately return to his computer to talk with his “friends”. Everyone that a normal teenager would’ve found in school and real life, Jamarcus found online. He found his BFF’s, his wingmen, his awkward friends, and even his enemies. The one thing Jamarcus couldn’t seem to find was a girlfriend though. After years of searching online no one matched his ideals.
This was all until one fateful day when the username of Olga messaged Jamarcus on one of his numerous chatting websites. Olga described herself to Jamarcus, she was a well built and exotic female. She had gargantuan bosoms and a nice round and firm butt. Her cheeks were perfectly proportionate. She was bold. She was everything that Jamarcus wanted in a woman. Jamarcus was so infatuated with this online character and would stay staring at his computer screen for hours on end. He would stay up all night to talk to his newfound love. Olga seemed to always suggest that Jamarcus and she should meet each other in person. Jamarcus liked the idea at first but thought it would be weird to release himself from the own bubble he had created and approach a stranger he had met online in person. Eventually Olga persuaded Jamarcus to pick her up at her house to go on a date. Her enticement was far too great for Jamarcus to handle. He gave in.
June 6th. It was the last day of school and summer would finally be here. AP testing and finals would finally be over, the end of another terrible year of school. Good riddance. But what was even better was that Jamarcus would finally meet the woman of his dreams. Jamarcus had been looking forward to this date the whole last month of school and it was here. Bubbling with excitement, Jamarcus rushed home, slipped on his best formal clothes, gelled his hair back, and gave the address to his momma so she could drive him there. Momma Jay was very supportive of her son’s decision to meet Olga as she had thought her son had no friends whatsoever. As Momma Jay approached Olga’s house, Jamarcus could contain himself no more. He abruptly started screaming in Indian tongue and crashed through the window; he could not wait a second later to meet her. Jamarcus’ mom understood that this was a thing that Jamarcus would have to do himself and drove away hoping her son would find happiness in this woman. He galloped across the street, made one last turn, and her house was now in view. It was the last house at the end of the street. Jamarcus was bounding up the driveway on all fours like an ape but he was stopped in his tracks. The house was eerie and dark. There was a strange and creepy aura about this house. Something seemed fishy about Olga’s home but Jamarcus couldn’t quite tell what it was.
“Maybe I shouldn’t have come..”, Jamarcus thought to himself as he gazed at the looming house standing before him. There was definitely something shady about the house but Jamarcus could not resist the his dying urge to meet Olga. Eventually, he succumbed to his temptations and walked to the doorway. There was no doorbell so Jamarcus gave three loud knocks on the rotting wooden door. Jamarcus checked himself in the mirror and fixed his hair one last time. After what seemed like an eternity, the door finally creaked open. Jamarcus let out a loud giggle but the smile was soon wiped off his face. The door opened and there stood an elderly man with prune juice in one hand and a wide grin on his face. Jamarcus was unable to react in time to the foul sight and was quickly snatched by the man. Because of his many days of computer usage, Jamarcus was relatively scrawny and had no way of fighting back. Though Jamarcus’ body was never to be seen again, his screams are still heard today from the dark, desolate household.
yup. trust your instincts. should’ve stayed at home, son. oh, Jamarcus.
i had fun with this one. we actually typed this up together on google docs so even though i couldn’t talk with my partner, i was laughing the whole time. man, i really enjoy stuff like this. i’m a huge fan of storytelling, especially verbal storytelling. but i’m not going to read to you guys but expect more written stories. some of them will be true, and some will be more about jamarcus brown.
oh, summer, please come to me now.
but until then.
the chronicles of jamarcus brown [debut] – olga. to be continued..