creative writing prompts

112 scary encounter with my barber. I grew my hair out very long for over a year and went to my barber. My barber was located in the middle of Compton. When i sat down in the chair and told him what i wanted done to my hair he knocked me out. I woke up in a bakery and rushed to the bathroom. When i looked in the mirror i saw my hair and to my disbelief he gave me cornrows. As hard as i tried i could not get them undone. He had put a spell on my hair. When i went to school the next to my surprise all the kids were giving me mad respect. They called me the boss hog of G-land. I was the teflon don of the Dutchmen. Despite my origin and skin color i was given props to the max. I went back to the same barber and he knew that i was grateful. I thanked him for increasing my swagger. He was glad to help me out.