"The writer who possesses the creative gift owns something of which he is not always master- something that at times strangely wills and works for itself." Charlotte Bronte
Monday, September 3, 2012
Write a story about one of the pictures below...or post your own picture and write a story about it.
Just before collapsing from lack of food, water and rest I saw it. The most beautiful thing I had seen in what seemed like the longest time; a light. I had been in this tunnel for days without food and water. The light stung my eyes it had been so long since I had been outside. I could feel the wind on my skin I felt like I was in heaven the sun warming me with the wind blowing the sweet smell of flowers and grass over me. I couldn't believe it all that time trapped in the cave and now I was free and I could go home I couldn't wait to see my family again and talk to them and finally be safe. -Lindsay
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ReplyDeleteJust before collapsing from lack of food, water and rest I saw it. The most beautiful thing I had seen in what seemed like the longest time; a light. I had been in this tunnel for days without food and water. The light stung my eyes it had been so long since I had been outside. I could feel the wind on my skin I felt like I was in heaven the sun warming me with the wind blowing the sweet smell of flowers and grass over me. I couldn't believe it all that time trapped in the cave and now I was free and I could go home I couldn't wait to see my family again and talk to them and finally be safe.
ReplyDelete-Lindsay