Away, I ran. Not caring about how cold it was or how bad my chest ached. All I knew was to run. To run fast and long. To get as far away as possilbe. My face and arms were getting sliced with passing branches but I didn't care. My legs carrying me further into the dark forest. My mind tried to process what had just happened, but I was still in shock. Both of my parents had just been murdered. And my father's last words were "Run, Lester, run." As any child, (I hope) I obeyed my father's last wishes, I ran. I didn't know if the murderers were after me or not. It didn't matter.
It was the middle of October and it was COLD. All I had on were my thin pajama pants and a flanel sirt. I was shivering all over but on I ran. I was only running for about ten minutes but it felt like an hour. I could bareley see but I squinted and sprinted on.
I coulnd't take it. My mother, my poor loving mother, was gone forever. My father, my fun-loving joke-cracking father, gone. My brother, my only real friend, who always stood by me. Gone. Everything I knew and loved was taken away from me. All i wanted to do was curl up in a ball on the cold, hard forest floor and cry. That's exactly what I did. I couldn't run anymore and my brain had gotten past the shock. So I sat there and cried for hours, not able to fall asleep.
What would I do? Where would I go? My future and whole life had been destroyed in one night. In seven horrifying minutes of one October night.
Sorry it's such a short chapter!
Tell me if you like it, please!
It was the middle of October and it was COLD. All I had on were my thin pajama pants and a flanel sirt. I was shivering all over but on I ran. I was only running for about ten minutes but it felt like an hour. I could bareley see but I squinted and sprinted on.
I coulnd't take it. My mother, my poor loving mother, was gone forever. My father, my fun-loving joke-cracking father, gone. My brother, my only real friend, who always stood by me. Gone. Everything I knew and loved was taken away from me. All i wanted to do was curl up in a ball on the cold, hard forest floor and cry. That's exactly what I did. I couldn't run anymore and my brain had gotten past the shock. So I sat there and cried for hours, not able to fall asleep.
What would I do? Where would I go? My future and whole life had been destroyed in one night. In seven horrifying minutes of one October night.
Sorry it's such a short chapter!
Tell me if you like it, please!
January 16, 1815
Journal,
We have gotten fortunate, Journal! Nastea has found coats in the broken down train. She sits by Sasha now, covering her in them. And she took one for herself as well. I can see color returning to Sasha’s cheeks. Nastea coughs harshly, shivering nervously. Her toes are turning blue, and one has already fallen off. We slept in the train last night, getting as much warmth as we could. We have to start to move tomorrow, find shelter. The berries Nastea fed Sasha seem to have made Sasha a lot sicker than she was before. She’s coughing up blood now. The snow around her is stained with red and pink. I attempted to make a fire earlier, and let me tell you journal, it didn’t work out. It’s much to cold to start flames. For every time the fire ignites, it extinguishes, the harsh winds blowing it out. I’m losing my teeth, journal. Nastea can’t talk anymore, and her and Sasha’s hair is mostly gone. Journal, what’s happening to us?
Bye Journal,
Nadia
Journal,
We have gotten fortunate, Journal! Nastea has found coats in the broken down train. She sits by Sasha now, covering her in them. And she took one for herself as well. I can see color returning to Sasha’s cheeks. Nastea coughs harshly, shivering nervously. Her toes are turning blue, and one has already fallen off. We slept in the train last night, getting as much warmth as we could. We have to start to move tomorrow, find shelter. The berries Nastea fed Sasha seem to have made Sasha a lot sicker than she was before. She’s coughing up blood now. The snow around her is stained with red and pink. I attempted to make a fire earlier, and let me tell you journal, it didn’t work out. It’s much to cold to start flames. For every time the fire ignites, it extinguishes, the harsh winds blowing it out. I’m losing my teeth, journal. Nastea can’t talk anymore, and her and Sasha’s hair is mostly gone. Journal, what’s happening to us?
Bye Journal,
Nadia
The pookie fell from a tree
upon hitting the ground he farted
scared at his own flatulence he tried climbing up the tree. But for every branch he grabbed he tooted. and for every twig he broke, he farted.
farting all the way up, pookie climed that tree. He had to make it to the top you see, cause that where pookie's make pee. Relief was almost in reach for pookie. till a stiring occurred within.. a rumbling sensation, and pookie knew.. with a tear, that he couldn't hold it in.
Till this day those who were near said it sounded like a cow mooing. The momentum of his farts became like a rocket and shot pookie up and out that tree! Up in to the sky..till pookie could not be seen.
moral of story? dont eat beans. O_o
next chapter "The pookie Returns"