(adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); Yoyo, I need a good tragedy story (about 1-2 pages) for drama class in 9 1/2 hours. It cant be anything famous, but I wouldn't care if you didn't write, so long as its good. The reward will be 30000 vBux.

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It was a dusky, cold winter night on the South Side of Chicago in mid-January. The wind was howling, the sky was gloomy, and the clouds were as dark as night itself. Mr. John Wilson was forced to go to work that day, leaving his wife and two children at the estate. Little did he know what was in store for this chapter is his life.

On his way home from working overtime Mr. Wilson stopped by the gas stop for some much needed cigarettes. As he was waiting in line he noticed a gloomy peculiar man in front of him. This man had pastel black clothing on and Wilson noticed that this aberration had something a little too noticeable bulging from his pocket. It was a tad late for Mr. Wilson's tastes, he suspected that this man was planning to take control of the shop and thief every bit of gold it had sitting in it's vaults. Instinctively, he grabbed the guy and thrusted him onto the tile floor. As he fell, his head smacked the tile so violently that he was knocked out cold. Out of mindless curiosity he observed that sitting in the man's pocket was not a weapon, but a mere handkerchief that was poking out a bit too much for it's owner's own good.

Overwhelmed with fear and shock, Mr. Wilson began to run as fast as he could. He had no clue where he was headed, but he knew staying at the scene of a crime was not a good idea. Mr. Wilson was running at such a fast pace, he could hear the echoes of the police sirens arriving at the once harmless store. Running from problems was not a new idea for Mr. Wilson, he was used to evading police capture. He seemed to be getting away from this situation, until suddenly he ran into a shady character. The man had thick, black glasses, and a brown trench coat and hat, as if to be an under-cover investigator. The man sat down with Mr. Wilson for a brief moment before informing him about a tragic loss... It had seemed that a group of men had attempted to breach into Mr. Wilson's home, most likely searching for valuables in which the Wilson family had inherited from his grandfather, and in turn killed all but one child, including his wife. In shock and disbelief, Mr. Wilson broke into tears. Asking "Why me? What did I ever do to this world?" Within a split second, the shady man slapped Mr. Wilson across the face, and asked "Do you want to save your last child or not?"

The man escorted Mr. Wilson to his house, to find his family on the ground--cold and lifeless. Then he discovered his son, Nickolas, who had survived the brutal attack. Nick was in critical condition, but his life could be salvaged with proper medical care. This is where Mr. Wilson ran into his problem. By attempting to save his son, Mr Wilson would also be putting his freedom at stake, as the police were still after him for assaulting the man in the store. As soon as he started to think about how he would go about the decision to approach this event, he heard a gun shot. Slowly turning around, he saw his last son lifeless on the floor. It appeared that the men who had come for the valuables could not discover them within the confines of the house. So here Mr. Wilson was... Hopeless, no family, a bounty above his head, and 3 men surrounding him with guns pointed at his head. Without thinking, Mr. Wilson decided to run to the kitchen, where he found a butcher knife, and decided to seal his fate.



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Whitey's life.

It was a cold winter night on the South Side of Chicago in mid-January. The wind was howling, the sky was gloomy, and the clouds were as dark as day. Mr. John Wilson was forced to go to work that day, leaving his 2 children and wife at the estate. Little did he know what was in store. On the ride to work, Mr. Wilson passed some strange occurrences, of which included a dead cow on the side of the road, a black cat on top of a broken down car, and an unsuspecting siren from a distance.

Continuing down the road, Mr. Wilson stopped by at the local grocery store for some cigarettes. As he was waiting in line he noticed the guy in front of him had something bulgy in his pocket. It was late and he thought the store was going to be robbed. Without thinking, he grabbed the guy and threw him on the floor. He beat him nearly to death. Out of curiosity he looked into his pocket and noticed the bulgy object was only a ....

It was a dusky, cold winter night on the South Side of Chicago in mid-January. The wind was howling, the sky was gloomy, and the clouds were as dark as night itself. Mr. John Wilson was forced to go to work that day, leaving his wife and two children at the estate. Little did he know what was in store for this chapter is his life.

On his way home from working overtime Mr. Wilson stopped by the gas stop for some much needed cigarettes. As he was waiting in line he noticed a gloomy peculiar man in front of him. This man had pastel black clothing on and Wilson noticed that this aberration had something a little too noticeable bulging from his pocket. It was a tad late for Mr. Wilson's tastes, he suspected that this man was planning to take control of the shop and thief every bit of gold it had sitting in it's vaults. Instinctively, he grabbed the guy and thrusted him onto the tile floor. As he fell, his head smacked the tile so violently that he was knocked out cold. Out of mindless curiosity he observed that sitting in the man's pocket was not a weapon, but a mere handkerchief that was poking out a bit too much for it's owner's own good.

...crumpled piece of paper. With no luck of finding a donut the easy way, John had to take drastic measures. That night, John plotted on robbing the donut store. He prepared himself with a bb-gun stolen from Toys R' Us and a Walmart paper bag for tomorrow morning...

It was a dusky, cold winter night on the South Side of Chicago in mid-January. The wind was howling, the sky was gloomy, and the clouds were as dark as night itself. Mr. John Wilson was forced to go to work that day, leaving his wife and two children at the estate. Little did he know what was in store for this chapter is his life.

On his way home from working overtime Mr. Wilson stopped by the gas stop for some much needed cigarettes. As he was waiting in line he noticed a gloomy peculiar man in front of him. This man had pastel black clothing on and Wilson noticed that this aberration had something a little too noticeable bulging from his pocket. It was a tad late for Mr. Wilson's tastes, he suspected that this man was planning to take control of the shop and thief every bit of gold it had sitting in it's vaults. Instinctively, he grabbed the guy and thrusted him onto the tile floor. As he fell, his head smacked the tile so violently that he was knocked out cold. Out of mindless curiosity he observed that sitting in the man's pocket was not a weapon, but a mere handkerchief that was poking out a bit too much for it's owner's own good.

Overwhelmed with fear and shock, Mr. Wilson began to run as fast as he could. He had no clue where he was headed, but he knew staying at the scene of a crime was not a good idea. Mr. Wilson was running at such a fast pace, he could hear the echoes of the police sirens arriving at the once harmless store. Running from problems was not a new idea for Mr. Wilson, he was used to evading police capture. He seemed to be getting away from this situation, until suddenly he ran into.....

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