Excellent Kamala Shoots Up (a series): Episode 1 Childhood by SimianSavant ~ Family Story ~ (fiction) writing prompt entry

Once there was a mommy and a daddy who loved each other very much. The Daddy's name was Donald J -- wait hold on, I know what you're thinking, but don't hit the back arrow on your browser yet. As a child he was an African American Anglican Acolyte. OK well, that's not quite correct: he grew up in Jamaica. He was a charismatic Marxist and he would later go on to develop a program on Alternative Analytic Approaches in Economics. And his last name was... Harris. The Mommy's name was Shyamala. Hailing from Tamil Nadu in India, she was a talented singer. When she was a teenager she won a national Indian competition in Carnatic music. Shyamala was not shy. She was a super short sandaled sari- sashaying scientist. Shyamala and Donald J. Harris met in the fall of 1962 at an off-campus event at UC Berkeley where Donald, a Ph.D. student, was speaking about similarities between his native Jamaica and the US. Well you guessed it. Shyamala and Donald fell in love. Two years later, on a beautiful October day, out popped Kamala! Kamala knew from the moment she was born that she was destined for greatness. She would never be short, like her mother. That would never do. So Kamala ate voraciously. Cute little puppies were all around UC Berkeley where Kamala and her younger sister Maya grew up. The thing no one could ever figure out was why the puppies never stayed around for long. They just kept disappearing. Sometimes a pile of hair would just show up in a corner of the playroom. Other times, it might be little puppy ears. It wouldn't be until much later that everyone realized that Kamala was eating the puppies. What they HAD noticed at the time was that Kamala was very talented at singing to them. And they were just infatuated with her. She was black AND Indian AND she spoke their language! What more could a puppy ask for? She was even part Brahmin. Maybe if they basked in her greatness, they would get special treatment from the other puppies. Kamala's Daddy, Donald, was the first to notice that Kamala was getting taller and the puppies were getting fewer. Every few days he would wake up in the morning to see that Kamala had shot up again, and another puppy was missing. The writing was already on the wall. One day, Kamala woke up another inch taller and her Daddy was gone. Writing Prompt Fiction Story ~ READ ALL RULES!!! No vulgar words, sexual terms, murder, ghosts, or profanity allowed--no warnings No Stories about Christmas or Christmas Day/No stories about adoption of children OR a human in the hospital/hospice care with little time left to live MUST be about HUMANS Minimum of 400 and maximum of 450 words No writing on the ONE picture that's allowed /No animation with picture or music One color of font only Author Notes Kamala Harris is in the pocket of the abortion industry, profiting off harvested fetal organs, which is far more terrifying than eating puppies. >> Continued in Episode X APPETIZERS >> Kamala seasonal special >> Kamala Jabberwocky >> Kamala finds true love >> Kamala's extra finger >> Kamala's gift >> Kamala's ancestry >> Kamala's winter >> Kamala's absentee voters ENTREES >> Kamala eats breakfast >> Kamala eats dinner >> Kamala eats Florida >> Kamala's Midnight Snack >> Kamala's Dalmatian Feast >> Kamala's kitchen >> Kamala's kandid kamera >> Kamala's kountry klub >> Kamala's konfirmation MORE KAMALA STORIES >> Kamala debates Trump >> Kamala joins Trump >> Kamala visits Paris >> Kamala visits Springfield >> Kamala visits Florida >> Kamala negotiates with Russia The image in this story is royalty-free and was provided by Pixabay.com Looking for another story that starts similarly? Try this one.

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