Rnb and Hip Hop

Collaborative Story Analysis

One morning, I woke up, looked forward to the door, where I saw a huge pile of poo outside my door. I slowly walked next to the pile of poo to smell it and it smelled like poo. I bent down and stick my finger in it and it was warm. I tasted some and found out that it was really poo. I was right! I immediately ran down the stairs to the kitchen where my family were having breakfast and asked, "Why is there a huge pile of poo outside my door?" They smiled and said, "It's your breakfast dear! East up! We need to go!"

I didn't know what to say but this pile of waste seemed very attractive to me when I'm starving. So I lifted up my fork and start digging into it. I felt something pop as I scooped a spoonful of the dump, and I was about to take a bite when my baby sister started screaming. I looked around for the source of the scream until I found she was hanging from the ceiling. Ever since my sister, Emma, watched Spiderman, she had decided that the only way 'they' could ever work out was if she, too, became Spiderman. She knew that it would be difficult, but a bit of Inception never hurt anyone before. She stared at me and took off her shirt, revealing a Spiderman costume underneath and proceeded to eat breakfast upside down from the ceiling. She jumped down to the floor and started spinning spider webs. Even Spiderman doesn't do that! I had to get her to a doctor, a counselor.... Someone! Then, someone shot her as she died; I was devastated from her sudden death. Then another gunshot was heard, I turned around to see my mother lying down on the ground next to a pile of blood, she was dead too and I was sad. Then I got shot. Luckily it only hit me on my arm. I looked around the room but saw nobody so I quickly ran. I grabbed the pile of poo from the ground and distracted my sister, as she loved playing with poo. She was indeed very distracted, so I continued running. Unfortunately, I took off too fast and ended up tripping and tumbling head first down the stairs. I was really really dizzy for a while but then I realized I've landed on Tibet. Wow what a tranquil peaceful place with weed everywhere. I started smoking bong and taking acid until my eyes were all bloodshot and red. Then I took some crack and crystal meth with my Tibetan friends. It was amazing.

I met a hot Tibetan at the club one night and I decided to follow her home. I mean, she had the most perfect curves and beautiful eyes; I just cannot refrain from touching her arms. Why are girls at Tibet so hot? I decided to dedicate my life to being a monk at Tibet with the Lama. But after a few months, I decided that I had enough. I bought a ticket back home to search for my family to see if they missed me or if they changed. I hope that they changed because I missed them; not their poo loving but them just being there. When I got