Getting My Own Way Back
December 11th, 2007
I had just walked out of school. School was over. On my way home, I saw a smelly caravan beside the Junk Yard. The caravan was black and brown and the door was pink. The door was open wide. I went inside and a rope fell down. I continued and I saw blood on the windows and on the smelly socks. There was a calender on the wall. I saw Chuckie curtains. I saw two daggers on the windowsill and a machine gun and a sliced up finger with a key in it. So I opened the closet door and a dead body fell out. The man came back. His name was Freddie. I picked up the machine gun and shot him…
Michael
1 Comment Add your own
1. Jenny | December 12th, 2007 at 7:54 pm
I liked your opening - they really grabbed my attention and made me want to read more. But what has happened? I hope you write more so that I can find out.
Leave a Comment
Some HTML allowed:
<a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <strike> <strong>
Trackback this post | Subscribe to the comments via RSS Feed