Although it is pretty cool when everything is floating around the room as well as me I missed the Earth. I miss not being able to walk down the streets and seeing the kids laughing in the playground and parents chatting to one another. Earth has the warm feeling of liveliness while Mars doesn't. It’s too lonely up here there is no one around nobody to see, nobody to cheer you up.I walk up to a crater where my best friend on this planet lives, I climb down the cold hole when I can see the damp floor I jump it makes a loud squelching sound as my feet hit the ground. It smells horrible down here, I finally found the ladder to my friend's house. I find him sitting in his hole in the side of the wall with his green limbs curled in a ball sleeping. So I decided it was best to leave and see him later.
When I got back I found my sister sitting in our floating arm chair reading her floating book.
That night I went to bed feeling lonely and small. In the morning I told My mother I was lonely and I wanted to move back to Earth and Mars is so much colder I miss the warm sun on my back at the beach.
April 30th 3016
This year wasn't going so bad. Everything was going as usual when My Mum came into my room with news we were going to move back to Earth in June. I was so pleased I leap into the air thinking I would come back down but I didn't. I just floated “Dam” I said.
June 4th 3016
The day we leave.
Our bags were back and we were ready to go home in our Space suits we hoped in the rocket and in a minute the countdown began (3,2,1 BLAST OFF) I couldn’t believe it, we were going home. A long flight though.
December 8th 3018
I haven’t written for 2 years but I am at home in my old house writing in my diary.
I am glad we chose to go back to Earth but I am really missing floating around with my Mation friend.
For our work this week we had to finish the diary on living without gravity This my writing.
Showing posts with label Creative writing 2020. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Creative writing 2020. Show all posts
Friday, June 12, 2020
Friday, June 5, 2020
I squint at the golden sun as it rolls behind the hills. Droplets fall on my tongue making me quiver.The rain gets heavier thundering in from dark grey clouds.
I throw my hood over my head, the rain clatters over my jacket. It makes me shiver. I’m running through the wet grass as I stomp in a cold puddle the water slushes up the back of my leg making my legs buckle to the ground.
I sit up, the rain is gone and sudden colours burst out into the sky like rockets forming a bend. My eyes focus on the beautiful colours.
Later I walk home still shivering from the puddle but the sun comes out and all the water on my clothes disappears into the sky.
Our class was supposed to write a piece on the eye for creative writing. This is my piece of writing that I wrote on the eye.
Our class was supposed to write a piece on the eye for creative writing. This is my piece of writing that I wrote on the eye.
Wednesday, May 6, 2020
Creative writing on pompeii
For writing this week we had to write somthing on Pompeii. This is my creative writing on Pompeii
Friday, April 24, 2020
The stone
Can you imagine if you were the fish?
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