SPLAT

Yesterday and today we worked on some creative writing as a break from the explanations our class has been working on. Here is Tyrin's. I really love the ending to it and the sense of urgency from the main character with all of the short sentences..

SPLAT

I OPENED THE DOOR AND THERE IT WAS...

“AHHHHHH.  Fresh air at last”  I was looking down from the sky.  “How high are we pilot?”  I ask.  “About 1500 meters Brodie.  On Green”  said pilot Frank.  I see two light bulbs above the door.  One of them is red.  all of a sudden the lights switch from red to green so then I leap out of the plane and do a big summer salt and then I lie on my tummy as the wind blows into me and my face.

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP.  I hear my watch go off which means that I need to pull my parachute.  I pull the string but nothing happens.  I try again but I pull harder this time, but  nothing happens.  I'm falling a lot faster now and I'm at 100 meters.   my parachute stills isn't coming out.  I look at my watch and its going down fast!  79, 78, 77, 76.  I'm starting to freak out!  32,31,29,28,26. I feel like I'm going to faint...

Splat!!!!