Monday, April 29, 2019
The little girl and the red balloon
Welcome back to school everyone I hope you are having a great time. For this week of free writing I decided to go on pobble 365 a very great app for random blogging. I decided to pick the date of my little brothers birth and it was The little girl and the red balloon. I hope you like it! As the term continues I finished my story of the little girl and the red balloon. Enjoy! Once upon a time there was a little girl locked up in a prison basically, This was day one of prison life for the girl but she knew she would escape.No food, no liquid and no help for the girl and since day 1 she hadn't slept at all just thinking. Day 2 is here and the girl was thinking if she had fallen from the hole in the roof maybe some else could to.Day 3 is dawning, storms are raining down and going through the hole on the roof but branches broke down through the hole, after a little while the storm stopped. 2 hours later it was dry but cold so the girl used the twigs and branches that fell down to make a fire. As Day 3. All of a sudden a red balloon comes flying in. It flew over the hole the girl just grabbed the balloon by the string. Day 4. The girl went to find something sharp to pop the balloon but the only thing sharp in that room was the twigs and branches that were burned and became blunt! She jumped on the balloon, it popped but another one came out. This really frustrated the girl she threw it to the ground and left it. Day 5. Technique after technique the girl tried to escape, she wasn't very tall, or heavy. As this popped into mind the girl had a plan. Day six. The girl was so tired she decided to sleep night 5 but she planned all day yesterday and will do the same today. Several plans, several fails. At least one of them should have worked she thought. Day 7. Another night of no sleep for the girl as the morning arrived she remembered the plan she thought of on Day 5 when the girl slept she forgot, the balloon was a helium, she realised as soon as she looked at it it was no longer on the floor it was on the roof. She grabbed it by the string held near the hole and she floated. From that day she knew not to walk on the top of random buildings! THE END
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What a creative story, you have used some great sentences starters to gain interest. I would love to see the picture that gave you your inspiration though.
ReplyDeleteShe sounds like a very determined and persistent young lady.
Maybe next time you could try organising your ideas into paragraphs to make it easier for the reader to read.