This is my writing page. Unfortunately, I haven't been able to type any of my stuff up (all of my writings are either hand written, or not saved on the computer), but I happened to have a few old things on the computer, and I figured, what the hell! It's better than nothing! Anyway, these things are from my 10th grade English class. Please note that all of these were handed in for a grade, and on almost every one I received an A. This page will take a long time to complete, but I'm working on it!
One more thing. Be open minded when you read these, and understand that insanity IS creativity (and vice versa)
1. September, 98
It happened so suddenly. It was so unexpected. It was
all so shocking and disturbing. I had been on a prison ship for about 2 weeks now
traveling to an outpost on a far planet. One night everything was peaceful (or at
least as peaceful as it can get on a prison ship), and all of a sudden the ship began
shaking. Emergency sirens were let out, and the ship started shaking even
more. At this point a florescent ceiling light from above me fell, making direct
contact with my head, leaving me unconscious and confused.
I awakened about five hours later to find myself in a pile of rubble. I pushed it
off of me and stood up. I soon noticed that my cell door was completely ripped off,
so I ventured out looking to find someone to ask what had happened. No one was
there. The ship had been completely abandoned, but every once in a while I would
hear some rustling or footsteps in the distance. By now I was extremely hungry, so I
went down to the kitchen to see if any food was left in it. When I arrived, I found
that the food storage was untouched, so I helped myself to some mashed potatoes, a few
boxes of crackerjacks, and two cans of coke.
Occasionally, I thought I heard movement behind me, and every once in a while I thought I
heard chuckling, but when I would turn my head to look, I would see nothing but the empty
cafeteria. I then stood up and wandered on, feeling more refreshed, and more
conscious. I walked until I entered the pilot room. When I opened the door I
heard a muffled grunt, some scurrying, and then saw that the pilot chair was left spinning
slowly. I became extremely frightened at this moment and happened to catch a glimpse
of a gun on the floor by the spinning chair. I ran, grabbed it, and cradled it in my
arms now feeling more secure. All of a sudden I heard a noise, kind of like the
noise a spoon makes when you drop it on linoleum, coming from the closet. I held my
gun, shaking with fear at the door. I slowly walked up to it until I was not a yard
from it. All of a sudden something grabbed my shoulder. I let out a piercing
scream and immediately heard my roommates voice saying that its all right and
that I had a bad dream. I sighed in relief, and got up from my bed in the dark and
gloomy cell that I was happy to be back in. I looked at my roommate, then down at my
still trembling hands. Suddenly, I looked at my roommate again, and realized that it
wasnt my roommate after all