Mount Danny

Mount Danny

A Story by Chelsea
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A mountain of laundry.

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Mount Danny

A little boy rolls around the floor of his bedroom. He enjoys the way his hair stands on end, the works of electricity. He runs his hands through his spiky hair and grins. It reminds him of the messy hair of Albert Einstein, his hero in his life.

His rolling is interrupted.

“Danny, get those clothes up off your floor,” His mother's voice nags.

At five years of age, he rolls his eyeballs. A trick taught by his older sister. His eyes scan the floor, he cannot grasp the concept his mother is presenting. It’ just laundry……

His mother stalks out of the room, huffing and puffing in a fit of anger. Danny continues rolling on the floor. He has a goofy smile plastered to his face, a face that anybody would love to slap off.

His rolling is interrupted.

“Danny, pick your clothes up,” his sister’s voice whines.

She tosses her long blond ponytail and stares at him with a bored look. Danny nods, he knows better than to tangle with Lizzie. He walks about to a pile of clothes and starts picking them off. His sister satisfied, leaves, with a snotty air to her.

Danny is a bit steamed. He goes to his dresser and opens the top drawer. In it is a pile of his t-shirts. He scoops the load, an entire thirty and thrusts them upon the floor. He stomps in delight at his mess.

Take that Lizzie.

Danny returns to rolling to the floor. The carpet is irritating his skin but he pays no attention. He pretends he’s a car of some sort. Blowing spit bubbles pretend it’s the gas, making annoying sounds for the engine.

His rolling is interrupted.

“Danny, your mother, sister, and I have all asked you to pick your clothes up. You haven’t so, have it your way. Leave your room a pen for pigs,” his Father’s voice says. It sounds scratchy, like one of smokers’. But he’s never smoked a cigarette in his life.

Danny sticks his tongue out at his Dad as he leaves the room. Danny pulls all his clothes out and makes a mountain of dirty laundry.

Mt. Danny.

© 2011 Chelsea


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lol adorable! i like this kid, sounds like me when i was a young'n :)
very cute and descriptive.
could use a bit of a touch up technically, but thats no biggie.
this piece had me smiling when i wasnt expecting to, and thats what really matters.
thank you :)

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Ah, this brings back some memories:)
A very enjoyable piece, it would be cool to see more stories from you, your'e really good at writing them.
Good work

Posted 13 Years Ago


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sweet story--I have a few suggestions for it but have no time now cause I gotta finish some homework, so will add it to my reading list and do it later!!
Anywaysss, this is a really cute cute story!! :D

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Added on February 11, 2011
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