The following is one of my previous works.

Lil' Timmy and his magical zit cream

One day Lil' Timmy as he was knownaround the block was walking around the neighborhood when suddenly he felt a strange anomaly burst from his face. He recognized it immediately, for he had never gotten one before, but he was getting to that stage in his life where he was starting to become big Timmy. He knew that this zit simply would not do, if he was going to woo his playground crush, regular sized Jenny. He knew that he had to act quick, so he immediately ran over to Steven's house. Steven was the smarty pants of the block and he always knew exactly what to do. So when Lil', almost big Timmy arrived to Steven's house, naturally there was a line for his genius. Lil' Timmy knew he couldn't wait for this anaconda of a line. He decided to go with a simple but elegant way of handling it. He stepped inconspicuously out of the room, and putting on his best grown up voice, shouted "hey, I baked all of these cookies and I don't know what the heck I should do with them!" Naturally, all of the sugar crazed children went running like the dickens for the prospect of the delectable little morsels. With no line to speak of, Lil' Timmy stepped right up to Smarty Pants Steven, and asked for his advice. Steven pondered this inquiry for several moments then spoke. "I think I have just the thing for you." He disappeared behind the curtain that led to the back room and just a few minutes later, appeared with a plastic baggy full of disgusting brown goop. This disgusting brown goop was just a squirt of Neosporin mixed with some mud, but Steven knew that others didn't know that. He had been able to capitalize largely from that stuff, "magically" curing anything from scrapes, to warts. The kids on his block swore by the stuff, which magically filled Steven's piggy bank. "This should take care of your problem" said Steven, holding out his palm, "for a price." Lil' Timmy sighed. He was saving up for a pack of super chewy bubble gum, but he desperately needed this solvent. "Ok, Ok, what's your proposal?" Steven stroked an imaginary goatee, as if pondering this. His price was the same for everything. "Let's say three quarters, or a shiny nickel, we'll call it the friend discount." This statement was absurd, because not only was Timmy not his friend, but even if he were, he would not give him a discount, because everything was always the same. Timmy dug deep into his pocket, looking for the appropriate payment. He was ashamed when he looked at what he had. "I'm sorry, Steven, I only have two quarters or a mediumly shiny nickel." Steven looked at the pathetic excuse for a payment, but then he looked at Timmy's face, and how horrible it appeared. He felt sorry for the guy. "Say," he said real slowly," I guess I might give you the stuff if you give me both the nickel and quarters" A huge sigh of relief flooded throughout Timmy. "Deal!" Timmy exclaimed excitedly, and shoved the contents of his pocket into Steven's hand. Just as the first kid that Timmy had duped came in with a disappointed frown on his face, Timmy was flying out the door to try out his new product. He found his way to a large tree under which he plopped and started applying the solvent. It had occurred to him that the brown goop might simply be dog doo, and he fell for an elaborate prank, but he quickly shoved that idea aside. The brown goop was his only shot to purge the disgusting growth that was sticking to his face. He knew he looked like an idiot, so he raced home before anyone could see him. The next morning, he put a hopeful hand to his face, and what a surprise he had. All of the zits were completely gone! He went over to the mirror, and how good he looked! It seemed the magical zit cream had done more than simply destroy the zits. He looked like a whole new guy. He decided to go straight down to the playground to show off his new face to his sweetums. Arriving, he decided to tap her on the shoulder and surprise her. "Guess who!" He was so excited. "Oh hi Ti-- AHHHHH!!!! What happened to your face? Timmy was puzzled. He touched his hand to his face, and was startled to find that it was no longer smooth as a baby's bottom. It was rough, and amorphous, for Timmy had unwittingly smeared Neosporin, and mud with fungus spores all over his face. He was going to kill Steven.

This was the first story I have ever written. Well, not the first, but the first which wasn't written by a sixth grader. I have revised it, however the tone and plot remain the same. I am not really sure what this story is supposed to teach us, but I'm sure there is something to be learned.