Cliff Fall or not

I was walking my “Early Morning” walk when I heard someone screaming, “Help!”

I ran over to a ledge on this funny cliff. I looked under it and I saw Shane my worst, most hated nemesis. He is totally the opposite of super special awesome. Anyways, I didn’t know what to do . I mean he is crying, “Help” , but I hate him. I looked at his down at his face, ugly as usual, but this time on his face was the expression , of “Help me I’m dying going to die “. That reminds me of something that happened to me um…let me think… um about 5 years ago.

I was climbing up a tree, when suddenly a branch snapped. I was falling to the bottom of the tree but my coat got caught on a branch. I screamed helped ,and my mom came running over. She pulled me off the branch. Luckly, I was close enough to the bottom for me to be pulled off. But I’ll never forget the felling of “I’m going to die”

Again was that cry of “help”. I decided to help. I grabbed his hand and pulled. I said, “Let go of your hand on that rock “

“Are you stupid?! No! This is the only thing supporting my life!”

“Um… I’m holding on to your hand “

“Oh, yeah…”

He let go of his other hand and grabbed mine. “OK now what?”

“I’m going to pull you up.”

“OK”

I pulled as hard as I could. Half of his body came up, with a Thomp.

“OW”

Then there was a Crack sound. With shock I realized it was the rock! I was falling! I could here Shane screaming and I could feel the wind rushing by my face as I fell.

I woke up with shock . How the heck could I fall asleep on a cliff! I knew I shouldn’t have eaten that candy! I started pulling again. I heard a WOOSH sound and I saw Shane flying over the cliff! Mabye I should’ve eaten that candy!

I ran to him over stuck on a bush. He was knocked out. I slowly walked away. Than I ran to my house. Well that was an exiting day.

THE END. Oct. 6

Haunted Bomb

John was walking down a foggy valley at 5:00. The clouds were covering the sun, but there was still a pale light peeking through the clouds, causing the tall tree’s shadow to appear as a figure. He stepped in a muddy puddle caused by the rain before. The water splashed out making a kshh sound.

Suddenly there was a tick tock sound. John stopped to listen. The sound is coming from that old building on that street, thought John, maybe it’s a bomb. But there’ s a rumor that the building is haunted. But if it is a bomb than I have to go in, thought John.

So he stepped closer to the house. The ticking noise got louder. He stepped closer and closer to the mysterious house. He turned the handle on the timber door which looked like it had been eaten bit by bit by termites. The door opened with a high pitched creak sound.

He stepped into the old house. The house was dark except for the pale light coming from the one broken window. The old dusty furniture was casting creepy shadows over the room.

Maybe this isn’t a good idea, considered John. Maybe I should go home to get a flashlight, thought John. “No”, He thought out loud, “If there is a bomb I have to keep going. If not the whole town will go, bye bye. ”

So he stayed silent for a few seconds (to find out where the sound was coming from). It was coming from the upper floor. He nervously walked up the wooden steps of the old staircase. Each step he took there was a CREAK sound.

The ticking sound was getting louder. He knew he was going the right way. He kept going up the stairs until he got on the second floor. Like the previous floor it was dark except there were 4 doors. “The bomb has to has to be in one of those!” exclaimed John.

He opened the first door, sweat dampening his dirty blond hair. He peeked into the dark room. There was a old painting, a toilet, and a sink. Probably washroom thought John. He opened the second door. There was old toys and a bed, No doubt belonging to a person that used to live here analyzed John. He quickly closed the door. He opened the third door. There was another bed but it was bigger than the first one. Must be the parents room thought John.

There was one last door to the left. The ticking sound was clear now. He thought excitedly, the bomb has to be in there! He anxiously turned the door nob to the last door. As he did many of questions raced in his head like a race. He peeked into the last room. In there, there was an old grandfather clock.

John was devastated. A clock. Really a clock! That’s it a clock! ,John thought, Oh well.

John left the house with this thought: I never want to go into a haunted house again.

THE END