Friday, November 16, 2012

The Farmhouse

As Leslie walked cautiously through the grassy path, a ray of sun pierced through the clouds. Trying to avoid the murky puddles, she smiled with relief as she could no longer feel droplets falling on her. Sweat dripped down Leslie’s tan face, as she walked continuously for hours.

She’d always fought and argued with her stepmother, but this time it was personal. So she fled. Just as Leslie was looking for shelter, the sky turned dim and gloomy. Walking towards a figure in the distance was salvation. As she reached the farm barn, the door creaked open slowly as she made her way in.

Opposite her was a, stack of hay. Well its all there was, so she slept on the stack of hay overnight. Waking up early in the morning, Leslie continued her journey for salvation.  On her journey she had to face daring, treacherous pathways. She also encountered with a rattle snake.

Leslie had always feared snakes and so the day had to face her fears...or run. She ran for her life and out of nowhere, a helicopter came to her rescue. “HELP! HELP!” Leslie yelled jumping up and down. With her cold hand, she felt her heartbeat and safely climbed the ladder up to the door.

To her amazement, her real mother appeared to be seated in the helicopter. “MUM”, cried Leslie.
They lived happily ever after.


Thanks to Mino for accompanying me with this Writing.

The Bush

“It’s an awesome view isn’t it George?” Nina asked aloud.
“I agree” George replied.
Green trees blew from side to side, sending shivers down my spine. The citrul air had a funky smell to it. Who knew what it could be? As we carried on following a muddy path, the sky became dull and blurry. I was starting to have second thoughts about taking a shortcut.

I thought a dull sky could possibly lead to rain. “Anything to eat?” George groaned. I hushed him with an angry tone in my voice. This path is getting us nowhere, I mumbled to myself. Jumping and climbing over brick walls, I gasped for breath and finally admitted I was scared. Were we ever gonna make it home before dark? I thought to myself.

There was a change in my view as I looked way ahead. George and I decided to pace ourselves a little faster, though we didn’t know where we were going exactly. “Could that be.....?” George stuttered. The both of us ran with a feeling of relief. With luck on our side, we were finally on our way home... Thankfully!

As I wiped the sweat off my forehead, I thought back to what I thought, was an endless nightmare. While we walked back home nice and easy, we grinned at each other. George looked like a walking zombie and as for me.. I was thinking of what to say when Mum asks us “Where were you?”
“Promise me, we are never to take shortcuts again” George protested with his hand out.