McGee

McGee Welcome to the world of McGee and other stories waiting to be told. Starting with A Life of Someone You Don’t Know Named McGe

This page is home to powerful stories about life, struggles, imagination, resilience, and the moments that shape who we become.

09/06/2026

Hello my fellow writers creators and critics this just the start of my own writing no ai please ONLY HARD TRUTHS

McGee sat frozen in time. There were bottles, smokes, w**d, and what seemed to be the aftermath of a small tornado around him. The lights in McGee's home had a warm hue to them. Smoke from what seemed to be a century ago filled the room. Just as McGee slammed his feet on the ground to get up, the front door swung open with a massive boom . William stumbled in with an intoxicated joy to him. He smiled big and crooked at McGee and said, "We will talk later, son."

08/31/2026

Hello everyone I have paused my book for just a little bit I'm going to do my best to improve my creativeness and understanding of storytelling...
I may release partial chapters here and there or start on a smaller project surrounding McGee

08/26/2026

Just for reading purposes no words changed its the same as the last post rough draft just broken into proper paragraphs

As they bumped back to the house, it was
quieter. Just the low hum of the engine remained, and they all sat thinking about the different perspectives of what had just happened.

Just as McGee began to imagine the poor cow's perspective, Derrick's dad said, "GET OUT."

They scurried out of the truck, and it shot down the driveway toward the main road.

As the boys walked in, they commented, "Jeez." And, "Wow."

"That was the most intense thing I've seen, man," said McGee. "Well, except when... never mind."

Derrick prodded a bit but got no answer about the unfinished sentence, and they proceeded to the kitchen.

For some reason, they were starving.

As Derrick opened the fridge, he gasped. "Man, my dad left his w**d in here."

He quickly stole a bit, and the boys raced downstairs, threw on ICP, and smoked for a bit.

Before long, they heard Derrick's dad return. They stayed quiet until they heard the TV on full blast and a beer crack. Then they got back to business.

Some time passed, and the boys went upstairs, all red-eyed and even more hungry. They started rummaging when the phone rang.

The TV muted.

"Hello," spat out Derrick's dad.

The boys could slightly hear the other person.

"Now, now, I just cracked a cold one. We will bring him home tomorrow," he mumbled, then slammed the phone down.

The TV flipped back on, and the boys stared for what seemed like an eternity.

Then Derrick started chuckling, and the boys roared with laughter as his dad sat there cursing to himself.

Before the boys returned downstairs, Derrick's dad belted out, "You're going home in the morning."

The boys were shocked.

Derrick said under his breath, "This is bu****it."

He turned around a different person and snapped at his dad.

His dad stood up and yelled, "His parents want him home, Derrick!"

As they walked away, Derrick said, "Whatever. You always keep my friends away."

The boys stormed downstairs.

Derrick was very upset, and McGee did all he could to cheer him up.

"Maybe there is an emergency," McGee exclaimed.

Derrick scoffed.

McGee pressed play on the stereo, and Derrick started to smile and laid back on his bed.

McGee laid on the couch, and they both dozed off.

Earlier in the morning, the boys woke up to Derrick's dad stomping around and calling out for them.

As they ran up the stairs, they smelled eggs and sausage in the air and ran to separate bathrooms so they wouldn't have to wait longer to eat.

As they finished their food and cleared their plates, they proceeded to get ready and run out to the truck.

They piled in and hit the road.

It was a beautiful drive, the sun rising from what looked like the edge of the earth.

As they drove through the endless prairies back to McGee's house, they arrived mid-afternoon in their hometown, and McGee got dropped off right at home.

As the truck pulled away with a backfire, McGee had a sinking feeling in his stomach.

He was back home.

No brother. Drunk anger. Mom and stepfather. Probably no food.

He felt sick to his stomach as he walked up to the apartment building, regretting much and wishing for more.

He walked in the main door, down the stairs to the basement apartment, and walked in.

What he saw, he couldn't believe.

The place was a mess. Empties, shoes, and stuff were everywhere. It looked like someone had intentionally trashed the house.

McGee froze.

He called out for his parents but got no response.

As he stepped in over clothes and stuff that was normally in the kitchen, he made his way to the dining room table.

He picked up a half-smoked cigarette, lit it, and sat down at the table.

Waiting for someone—anyone—to explain to him why he was back in this hellhole and not on a big farm with his new, neat friend.

08/26/2026

Ok I have finished chapter 12
( I have looked into a few options for courses to improve literacy as well as learn grammar and punctuation chapter 13 I hope will be better )

Please once again if you can bare to read this and send me some constructive criticism or ideas or places to study I will take all suggestions and improve 👇 👇 👇

Chapter 12 going home

As they bumped back to the house, it was quieter, just the low hum of the engine, and they all sat, thinking of all the perspectives of what just happened. Just as McGee began to imagine the poor cow's perspective, Derrick's dad said, "get out." They scurried out of the truck, and it shot down the driveway toward the main road. As the boys walked in, they commented, "jeez, and wow." "That's was the most intense thing I've seen, man," said McGee. "Well, except when... nevermind." Derrick prodded a bit but got no answer on the unfinished sentence, and they proceeded to the kitchen. For some reason, they were starving. As Derrick opened the fridge, he gasped, "Man, my dad left his w**d in here." He quickly stole a bit, and the boys raced downstairs, threw on ICP, and smoked for a bit. Before long, they heard Derrick's dad return. They stayed quiet till they heard the TV on full blast and a beer crack, and they got back to business. Sometime passed, and the boys went up, all red-eyed and even more hungry. They started rummaging when the phone rang. The TV muted. "Hello," spat out Derrick's dad. The boys could slightly hear the other person. "Now, now, I just cracked a cold one. We will bring him home tomorrow," he mumbled and slammed the phone down. The TV flipped back on and the boys stared for what seemed like an eternity. And Derrick started chuckling, and the boys roared in laughter as his dad sat there cursing to himself. Before the boys returned downstairs, Derrick's dad belted out, "you're going home in the morning." The boys were shocked. Derrick said under his breath, "this is bu****it." And he turned around a different person, and snapped on his dad. His dad stood up and yelled, "his parents want him home, Derrick!" As they walked away, Derrick said, whatever. You always keep my friends away. The boys stormed downstairs. Derrick was very upset, and McGee did all he could to cheer him up. "Maybe there is an emergency," McGee exclaimed. Derrick scoffed. McGee pressed play on the stereo and Derrick started to smile and laid back on his bed. McGee laid on the couch and they both dosed off. Earlier in the morning, the boys woke up to Derrick's dad stomping and calling out for the boys. As they ran up the stairs, they smelt eggs and sausage in the air and ran to separate bathrooms so not to have to wait longer to eat. As they finished up their food and cleared their plates, they proceeded to get ready and run out to the truck. They piled in and hit the road. It was a beautiful drive, the sun rising from what looked like the edge of the earth. As they drove through the endless prairies back to McGee's house, they arrived mid-afternoon in their hometown, and McGee got dropped off right at home. As the truck pulled away with a backfire, McGee had a sinking feeling in his stomach. He was back home, no brother, drunk anger, mom and stepfather, probably no food. He felt sick to his stomach as he walked up to the apartment building, regretting much and wishing for more. He walked in the main door, down the stairs to the basement apartment, and walked in. What he saw, he couldn't believe. The place was a mess, empties and shoes and stuff everywhere. It looked like someone intentionally trashed the house. McGee froze, called out for his parents and got no response. As he stepped in over clothes and stuff that's normally in the kitchen, he made his way to the dining room table, picked up a half-smoked cigarette, lit it, and sat down at the table. Waiting for someone, anyone, to explain to him why he is back in this hell hole and not on a big farm with his new neat friend.

08/24/2026

This is what I do with all my chapters and get ai to tailor it cause I'm dam near iliterit but want to share a story thanks for your time 👇 👇👇 👇 👇 is the ai tailored version

Chapter 12 Going home

As they bumped back to the house, it was quieter. It was like there was no noise; the low hum of the engine was all, and they all sat thinking of all the perspectives of what had just happened.

Just as McGee began to imagine the poor cow’s perspective, Derrick’s dad said, “GET OUT!” They scurried out of the truck, and it shot down the driveway toward the main road.

As the boys walked in, they commented, “Jeez,” and “Wow.”

“That was the most intense thing I’ve seen, man,” said McGee. “Well, except when... never mind.”

Derrick prodded a bit but got no answer on the unfinished sentence, and they proceeded to the kitchen. For some reason, they were starving. As Derrick opened the fridge, he gasped.

“Man, my dad left his w**d in here.”

He quickly stole a bit, and the boys raced downstairs and threw on ICP. They smoked for a bit, and before long, they heard Derrick’s dad return. They stayed quiet until they heard the TV on full blast and a beer crack. Then they got back to business.

Some time passed, and the boys went upstairs, all red-eyed and even more hungry. They started rummaging when the phone rang. The TV muted.

“Hello,” spat out Derrick’s dad.

The boys could slightly hear the other person.

“Now, now, I just cracked a cold one. We’ll bring him home tomorrow,” he mumbled, and slammed the phone down.

The TV flipped back on, and the boys stared for what seemed to be an eternity. Then Derrick started chuckling, and the boys roared with laughter as his dad sat there, cursing to himself.

Before the boys returned downstairs, Derrick’s dad belted out, “You’re going home in the morning.”

The boys were shocked. Derrick said under his breath, “This is bu****it.”

He turned around, a different person, and snapped at his dad. His dad stood up and yelled, “His parents want him home, Derrick!”

As they walked away, Derrick said, “Whatever. You always keep my friends away.”

08/24/2026

K this is a partial chapter I wrote my self no ai nothing no edit just me writing please be brutally honest

Chapter 12 :Going home

As they bumped back to the house it was quieter it was like there was no noise a low hum from the engine was all and they all sat thinking of all the perspectives of what just happened
Just as McGee began to imagine the poor cows perspective Derricks dad said “GET OUT” they scurried out of the truck and it shot down the drive way toward the main road
As the boys walked in they commented “jeez and WOW “
“Thats was the most intense thing iv seen man “ said McGee” well except when……nvm”
Derrick proded a bit but got no answer on the unfinished sentence and they proceeded to the kitchen for some reason they where starving as Derrick opened the fridge he gasped “man my dad left his w**d in here “
He quickly stole a bit and the boys raced down stairs and through on ICP and smoked for a bit before long they heard Derricks dad return they stayed quiet till they heard the tv on full blast and a beer crack and they got back to business sometime passed and they boys went up all red eyed and even more hungry they started rummaging when the phone rang the tv muted
“Hello” spat out derricks dad
The boys could slightly hear the other person
“Now now I just cracked a cold one we will bring him home tomorrow” he mumbled and slammed the phone down
The tv flipped back on and the boys stared for what seemed to be a eternity and Derrick started chuckling and the boys roared in laughter as his dad sat there cursing to himself
Before the boys returned down stairs Derrick dad belted out “your going home in the morning”
The boys were shocked Derrick said under his breath” this is bu****it” and he turned around a different person and snapped on his dad his dad stood up and yelled “his parents want him home Derrick “ as they walked away Derrick said what ever you always keep my friends away.

Chapter 12 is in the making I'm taking all the constructive criticism and taking it into context So same story same McGe...
08/24/2026

Chapter 12 is in the making I'm taking all the constructive criticism and taking it into context
So same story same McGee novel just slightly different writing and possibly not the same writing delivery or slightly different styles of writing please let me know what you think honestly and I will take all advice or criticism and try to change it without losing McGees story or experience

The nerf dart seems to be the perfect size to hold a monster in place in a cup holder lmao
08/20/2026

The nerf dart seems to be the perfect size to hold a monster in place in a cup holder lmao

08/19/2026

Chapter 10

From the moment McGee heard the first song, he knew this was his kind of music. It was funny, kind of dark, but somehow it made McGee laugh.

Derrick and McGee listened to music for what seemed like hours, until eventually they both fell asleep.

McGee didn’t dream that night.

In the morning, McGee sprung out of bed to the sound of roosters crowing and Derrick saying,

“We gotta go feed the cows.”

McGee shook his head. This was definitely not what he was used to waking up to.

They got ready for the day, and when they went upstairs, Derrick’s dad already had breakfast ready.

“Eat up. We’ve got a lot of work to do.”

McGee had never worked, let alone worked on a farm, and he wasn’t sure what to expect.

They piled onto a tractor and headed out to bring the cows their food. As they bounced along the road, McGee stared off into the distance at the endless fields.

McGee thought about his brother and how much he would have loved this.

He wondered if his brother was going to be okay.

Quickly, McGee pushed the thought out of his mind so he wouldn’t ruin the moment.

Then—

CRACK!

BANG!

McGee nearly jumped out of his skin.

He heard Derrick laugh out loud.

Chapter 11

Life and Death

McGee jumped with so much terror, he could barely think. He looked at Derrick.

“What was that?”

Looking past Derrick, he saw Derrick’s dad holding a long rifle. It was the biggest gun McGee had ever seen. He didn’t know what kind it was, but it looked like something from his imaginary worlds.

“Why did you shoot?” McGee asked.

Derrick laughed.

“They’re prairie dogs. They dig holes all through the fields. If one of the cows steps in a hole, it can break its leg or ankle. Then the cow suffers, and sometimes it has to be put down. We have to keep their numbers under control.”

Only then did McGee realize there had been a rifle resting against the truck the entire drive.

Every so often, a prairie dog would poke its head above the grass.

Bang!

Another one was gone.

This was the moment McGee began to understand life and death in a different way.

He already understood death. Years earlier, back in British Columbia, he had buried his first dog with his stepdad, William. William had taught him that death was a part of life, and that sometimes animals like bears or cougars could be dangerous.

McGee understood protecting yourself from a predator.

But this felt different.

The prairie dogs weren’t attacking anyone. They were just living their lives. Yet their holes could cripple cows and cause real suffering.

He didn’t like it, but he started to grasp it.

The truck rolled on, crested a hill, and fifty cows stretched out before them.

Derrick’s dad stopped, opened the gate, closed it behind them, and guided the herd in wide S-shaped turns. It looked almost like a dance.

Down the field they went.

Until one cow stumbled.

Its leg disappeared into a prairie dog hole.

Crack!

The sound echoed across the field.

The cry that came from the cow made McGee’s stomach turn.

Derrick’s dad acted quietly. He reached for the rifle and loaded a different shell.

Bang!

Silence fell.

McGee, who had just moments earlier been questioning the prairie dogs, now understood something heavier.

As they drove away, McGee caught a glimpse of one tear rolling down Derrick’s dad’s cheek.

He looked at McGee and quietly said,

“It had to happen.”

Nobody spoke for the rest of the ride.

That day, McGee learned that sometimes life’s hardest decisions leave the deepest scars.

Address

Toronto, ON

Website

Alerts

Be the first to know and let us send you an email when McGee posts news and promotions. Your email address will not be used for any other purpose, and you can unsubscribe at any time.

Contact The Business

Send a message to McGee:

Shortcuts

Share