Writing

Hi Bloggers!!! I'm back for to start a new term. Today I am blogging on my writing from this week. We were given a task or a slideshow to complete. There were 11 slides, one was for the title page. The other 10 we split, 2 slides for one story. We had to complete at least 2. Each story had to be written as a moment in time. Here is my first story I wrote on the slideshow. 
Here is the photo I wrote about...



It is called....

The Mysterious Boy

This is AWESOME!!! I think to myself.  Mum says that when she was younger, always came here with her siblings. A walkway with leaves and grass around it. Carefully trimmed, what a sight. This is one of the most beautiful sights I have ever seen. Walking down with my dad, he said, “I this place is wonderful, don’t ya think?” Answering, “Yeah, I love it.” There is something that makes the path so... Well…. Obvious.

It’s like a train track. It looks like trains use to pass through here or something. But there’s something different about this place. There’s gotta be something mysterious about this place. “Dad, is it alright if I come here after dinner, please???” Dad looked at me with a perplexed face replying, “Um, why???” Trying to come up with a reason, but finally I say. “Well, simply because I love this place.” Dad was still looking pretty puzzled but said “Well. OK. But be back by 8:00 pm.” Joyfully I replied,  “Yay, thank you!!!” It is 7:00 pm and we have just finished dinner.

Wow!!! My dad actually said YES!!! Think to myself. Now time to figure out if there is anything wrong with this place. It does look like trains use to come through here. But it looks like that was about 53 years ago or more even. Hmm… SNAP!!! What was that??? “Um… Hello? Is anyone… uh… THERE??” Stammered, I glared around at the fresh cut hedge. Woosh!!! “Hi! My name is Anthony.” A boy came rushing by and spoke to me. Replying with fear in my voice. “Why are you here??”

Anthony stopped in front of me and began to cry, saying. “I live here.” Shocked, I said. “Why?” He didn’t seem to like it very much me asking, he scolded back at me. “Why do you want to know? It is none of your business!!! Where do you live, in a dump.. Huh?” Furious about that question. I answered

In the most rudest voice I have ever spoken. “Well, first let's get this straight, I don’t live in a dump. Second, I was just asking, and third, I am sorry,” calming my voice down. “I didn’t know you didn’t want me to ask that question.” He smiled and calmly spoke. “It’s OK, where do you live?” I replied, “I live in the house down the road.” Shouting, “You have to get out of there. It isn’t safe.” What do you mean? Nothing or no one has lived in that house for like 100 years.”

“I am telling you, it isn’t safe. Someone died there. He was my brother, he went hay… hay… nevermind.” Revealing tears down his cheeks, I said with the most comforting voice. “He went crazy didn’t he.” Replying with a firm voice, “It wasn’t his voice, some guy named Jack…” Interrupting with fear, “Jack Milson…” Yes, how do you know his name?” “He’s my… my...my... uncle.” Tears escaped my eyes, rolling down my cheeks and on to the floor, “What?” I didn’t know he well…” “Well…” “Do something like that. Why though?” Sobbing. “Well… Did he tell you about someone named, Liam Smith?”

“Yes, he said he worked with him for 15 years… Until he turned on him.” Everything went silent. “He didn’t turn on him, he turned. He wanted to make something, something very dangerous, since he said no. He tried to get to me or my brother, Elijah. I refused, so he tried my brother. He bribed him with money. 1 million dollars, which he had. So he said yes. That night I tried to persuade him into stopping him, but he said no. So when he helped him. He died because he went crazy. Containing some much power, he couldn’t resist fighting. Suddenly...”

“Suddenly, what?” “He had too much power, he died like that. There was no use in trying to save him, he would try to kill you.” Feeling sorry, “Wow, I am so sorry.” “Well we have to save your family from ending the same. From now he still remains crazy. He’s a ghost, so only I can see him. I am still alive though because they both cursed me. For refusing, not to die. But to live FOREVER!!! So, yeah.” “OK, let’s go.”

TO BE CONTINUED...

I hope you enjoyed my story. I found it pretty hard because I find writing moment in times hard. I hope you enjoyed my work. Please feel free to leave a comment or some feedback for me. If you would like to see more of my work, please feel free to stay in touch with my blog. I can't wait to see some of your work! Catch Ya Later Bloggers!