Okay,
so I love writing. I love it just as much as I love reading – which is a lot! Looking
back, I wrote some strange stories, such as Gothic tales of Snow White and
Hansel and Gretel, to New York
surviving a mega hurricane consisting of two former hurricanes. Sadly, the
above examples have long since been lost, but one of the few stories I still
have in my possession was written when I was in the fifth grade. This is that
story!
The Volcano
On Saturday, my
friend and I went to Wheeler
Street, to see a couple of friends at a volcano.
When we got there, we walked around the volcano a couple of times then they
wanted one of us to go inside the volcano.
When no one
volunteered to go inside the volcano they started arguing and fighting. Even
though I felt scared, I volunteered to go inside the volcano to stop the
fighting and arguing.
When I stepped
down into the volcano it was pitch black. I took out my flashlight and saw a
tunnel. I went in the tunnel and saw this ten foot snake jumping out at me! I
jumped on a vine and jumped into another tunnel as fast as I could.
I looked as hard
as I could and saw a skeleton coming at me. I didn’t know what to do so I
fainted. When I woke up I was on a piece of land.
I got up and saw
a big crack in the land coming at me. I couldn’t go anywhere or move. Then one
of my friends threw me a rope and pulled me up.
When I got up
they all asked me questions about how I liked it being inside the volcano and
how scary was it. I told them it wasn’t much to it just tunnels and creatures
and that it was a dangerous place.
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