This is what goes though my head when writing a story I don’t know what to write about I don’t. I don’t know what to write about I don’t. I don’t know what to write about I don’t. I don’t know what to write about I don’t. I don’t know what to write about I don’t. I don’t know what to write about I don’t. I don’t know what to write about I don’t. I don’t wait what about tree looks like a house that’s a cool idea I do I do know what to write about I do I do…
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I’ve been to the city, I’ve been to the town, I’ve been to the farm, but I’ve never been to the fields. I have heard the fields are empty and plain. People say they have seen strange things there, they say it’s like a game. Like a game with the human mind. For example trees are just wood the woods are just trees. A tree house is made by humans. But what if the tree was a house on its own and not made by humans. They say if you go in you can never come out…
I ponder my future. My crisp, damp, unforgiving future. Will I die tomorrow or today?
I lay down on the cold ground stretching every inch of my body on the cracking pavement, ants crawling up my pinkie. Water. I need water, my lips are as cracked and dry as the concrete. I feel like I swallowed the Sahara desert. Now I know I’m going mad. It’s a tree with windows. I picture myself running around it with my friends years ago. Than I know my dream is and my life in done. Because the kids running around the tree disappear. I looked out of the window and ran down stairs to meet dad. I hadn’t seen him since mum and him broke up which had been 15 years ago. I shoved open the door and ran to him. He hugged me so tightly; it was like a massive soft blanket had swallowed me up. “Jasmine” he said “you’ve gotten so big how, old are you” “17” I reply. All of a sudden he starts crying. “Dad its ok” I whisper. Come I’ll show you my treehouse I built all on my own it. “Wow it looks amazing “he exclaims.
One day there was a man who lived in a treehouse. This man was not just any man he was a stick man. He was the only stick man in the whole entire world. He could camouflage into trees and had lots of other powers. One day he was going for a morning walk until a tsunami came in the local beach and was coming up behind him. He started to run the fastest he could but he was just not fast enough, the tsunami hit him and he got smashed by the massive wave and died a painful death.
A couple of years ago me and my best friend Charge shared a base in a tree. We really enjoy it there. We own a bunch of cool things in our secret base.
Sometimes me and Charge check if any ones looking at us to still our cool stuff. We have a special lock so no one’s brake even if they found out. Me and Charge us to be real secret agents were kids. Me and Charge still go there. We go there really rarely though like twice a year. Its fun to hang out with us there some times |
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